Can we get another round??...
His voice carried over the distinct sound of a pat benatar being played on the ivory keys by the dueling pianos in the corner of the bar. The bartender looked up and got them their usual drinks and placed them o the soft paper napkins with the initials of CC on the edge.
Casey's Corner was a local hang out spot in France near the art district. Always filled with people watching football matches or on the weekend listening to the two pianist going at it with the ivory keys bleeding the good sounds into the night streets. Tonight was the latter of the two and a date with friends as Rueben and Hiliarie sat at the bar, laughing with coeds and flirting with each other.
They both enjoyed the music being played in the back ground and took sips of their alcoholic drinks while friends swirled around them and thoughts of what the night may hold danced in their heads.
At one point in the conversation she remembers his hand touching her lower back and then his fingers led the way to her thigh where his hand would slowly fidget as they talked about traveling the world and experiences they had had just last year. She was mesmerized by his looks, so poised and strong. He was equally infatuated with her eyes and her curves that made his hear skip a beat, his mind race, pulse quicken and even brought him to a rather strong arousal.
The two of them had talked in great length a few times and only had been out for coffee a few weeks prior. But, tonight was different. Their talks were heavy with flirtation and his touch ignited something deep inside her that she couldn't help but want more of. She caught herself staring into his eyes while he talked, getting lost in the opal like color and even biting her lower lip.
As they got to finishing their drink he leaned into her and whispered seductively in her ear,