For the first time in years Sybil was free of all restraints, and she hardly knew what to do with herself. Tonight was the first night she was alone and was desperate for some sort of distraction; what type of distraction she hadn't a clue. Her son was at a friend's, her ex was out of the picture, and her goal for the night was to live, live like she did before she was a mother and before she was a wife.
She chose a well-planned wardrobe that accentuated the features of her body that she was most proud of. Making sure that her voluptuous breasts were perky and saying hello, rather than giving off more of a passing nod. Her heals made her strong calves look feminine and surely noticeable to anyone who might be looking. Her hair was long and soft, she made sure her green eyes stood out against her pale skin, and her lips were painted a soft red. She was sure to grab someone's attention tonight.
She headed for the pub and found herself a seat close enough to the stage to hear the music, but far enough away to be able to have conversation. There was a mirror behind the bar that she could look into, and as she did so she noticed that the dim lights made her rosy cheeks stand out and her green eyes clashed with her red lips. She knew that people would see her as looking good, but she didn't feel this way on the inside. She perked herself up and ordered a Mojito, and as she waited she glanced around the bar, trying to get an idea of the crowd that would be there for the night. She happened upon a group of men that were perched at the far end, and one of them caught her eye. He was tall and rugged, with a gorgeous jawline that was lightly covered with auburn stubble; he had a deep laugh and an incredible smile.
She found herself staring at him for some time before something else caught her eye. A young woman, probably early thirties, sat a few seats from her. She was pleasantly curvy and had the sweetest look about her, almost innocent and carefree. Sybil had to consciously look away before she was caught staring. It was too late for that, before she knew it the girl was sitting next to her and asking her for her name. "Hi, I'm Kit, what is your name?"
Sybil turned to her extending her head "I am Sybil, nice to meet you Kit." Sybil took a gulp of her Mojito, embarrassed that she had been caught staring. It had been a long time since she had had the option of being with a man or woman, and she was no longer suppressed, free to choose for herself. Kit seemed sweet and perky and very willing to strike up conversation. "So what brings you here tonight? You don't look like one of the regular saps that drag themselves here every Friday night?"
Sybil smiled "No, I am out trying to find a distraction for the evening. I thought this would be a place to see some new faces." In her mind Sybil was kicking herself for being so cheesy, but Kit either did not pick up on it or did not mind. Sybil ordered another drink and a glass of water hoping that she could drag out the night a little longer.
"So!" Kit exclaimed, "Where is your partner tonight? I only ask because I see your wedding band on..." Sybil looked down at her hand and there it was. She was so used to wearing it she didn't even think to remove it; now how was she going to explain this one away.
"Oh, that. Well, I am newly single and I guess I have not gotten around to taking it off yet." Embarrassed she slipped it off of her finger and shoved it in her purse.