Serendipity

It had been... A week? Maybe longer? Djodie honestly didn't know how much time had went by since she had stepped outside. Maybe it was a bit cliché, but the girl had locked herself into her small apartment, only to go out when she absolutely needed groceries. Maybe a week had passed by, and Djodie had finally pulled herself together enough to take a bit of care for herself.

After a good, hot bath, the girl did her hair up in a bun. As she got dressed she grabbed a scarf from the closed, sweeped it around her neck, putted her coat on her shoulders and walked out the door. It was around four, and Djodie noticed that the first people still in office jobs, now had packed up and where done for the day. Around this time, Sanctum City centre was always a bit more crowded. Djodie quickly walked over to the Lunar Lounge.

As she closed the door behind her she walked over to the bar, letting the coversations and murmering of other people lay over her like a cloak, finding a bit of comfort being surrounded by people again.
As her eyes went over the waiters, she noticed thát boy again. No alcohol for her tonight. To be honest, she wasn't even planning on it.
"Hi," she started with a small smile. Hoping that he wouldn't snap at her. She could understand if he did. "Can I get an iced tea?"

As the boy noticed her as well, she could see he recognised her. She held her breath for a second, waiting for his respons to her, but it wasn't what she expected.
Maybe she had been a mess in their earlier encounter. As he explained that it wasn't what he was best at, he handed her her iced tea.
"Thank you." She said. "I understand. There is a lot more comfort in crafting cocktails for already tipsy guests, isn't it?" She said, with a small apoligizing smile on her face. Knowing far too well that her behaviour last time wasn't... Ideal. Far from, even.

While she took a sip from the drink, her eyes drifted off through the bar, and just as she realised she was scanning the people, she saw something that caught her attention. And it wasn't a person. There was a black Vulpix, laying on a chair not to far away from her, and she was happy she didn't bring Duster.
The vulpix had it's eyes fixed on the boy, following his every movement. A bit confused, Djodie's eyes stayed on the Pokémon, trying to reason the fact that it was black. She'd seen shinies before, but shiny vulpix wasn't black.

Her words seemed to have the desired effect on him, as he let out a soft hum, and made a comment about hoe much harder it was, how much more skill it took to make a cocktail from memory. As she took a sip from her iced thea, she nodded, understanding.
Back in the café, they had a wide variety on coffee's, frappé's, smooties and what not. Djodie could indeed, serve up most of them from memory. Where they exactly the same everytime? Absolutely not. But that was only human, wasn't it?

"Well, could you recommend me a cocktail? Not to strong though, I don't want to end up over the toilet at home, again." She said with a smile, as for last time, that was exactly where she had been. But that had been after two shots and a cocktail in a short amound of time. And under a way different state of mind. She was still unable to shake it off, and tried to keep her attention focused on the man in front of her. But couldn't help the fact that her attention was drawn to the picture of the woman in her head.

"I'll remember that for next time." Djodie smiled at his words on drinking enough water and pacing herself. Well. To say that that didn't work out last time was an understatement. "Although last time I just wanted to forget my day. With our without ending over that bowl."

As her eyes followed the boy's movements as she smiled at what he poured into a shaker, filled a martini glass en pushed it towards her. Sweet, caramel, just as she had made the coffee for him, wrongly assuming that he'd like it.
Laughing, she shook her head as she thought back at the encounter. "This is wonderfull, thank you. Alltough you cheated, knowing from before that I like this." The playfull tone in her voice letting know she was joking. She took a sip and let out an approving sound.
"Oh my, this is really good."

Djodie looked at him, while he warned her and nodded. "I normally don't go to alcohol so easily. But I'll remember that, thank you," at his remark of the girl, Djodie's cheeks reddened. Even as she needed a few seconds to remember the coffee-shop-girl.
She'd long forgotten about her... "Well, it would look like you where right... just not about thát girl..." For a moment she hesitated, not knowing how mich she wanted to tell him, or if she even should. On the other hand, he had a lot of costumers every night, and Djodie was sure he would forget her story soon enough.

"How are you supposed to react when someone buys you a rediciously expensive drink, takes you home with her, then kicks you out next morning?" Maybe she was just a little naïve. Maybe she was just stupid. But the Ruby Rose cocktail was a detail that she couldn't shake. Ofcourse it had been a fling to her at first. But then her feelings had shifted, and Djodie had been confinced that Kaye had felt it too.
And now her first experience was covered with fear and hurt.

Her cheeks reddened even more to her the word lesbian. "Oh fuck you," but she laughed, being comfortable enough to fully admit it by now.
The confusion on his face after her question, mirrored on her own.
"What do you mean why - Oh..." Fuck. Had Kaye not said that her brother owned the Golden Eye? Maybe she didn't even pay for those drinks. She probably didn't. Maybe it was just for the reason of luring people in. Like Kavya had said. "This is what Kaye does,"
For a moment she let out a frustrated groan and listened to the boys next words. While sipping from the cocktail, she shook her head. Maybe she was done. Being sure she didn't want to feel this kind of thing ever again.
"I am such an idiot." Was there a black hole she could disappear through? "I just thought..." She was silent for a moment. "I don't know what I thought."

What she knew however, that she was not the type to have flings, or one night stands. "It's the feelings that I want. I would never -... I - she invited me to stay the night. Like, sleep." Usually, when she talked about situations that confused her, talking made it make sense again.
This however, made no sense. It felt like it tangled even more.

She was an idiot. Unbelievably stupid to fall for that expensive drink.
"Well, I guess I will keep that in mind for next time." Djodie sighed as she finished the remains of her cocktail. "I guess I was just lured in the wrong direction. It was a Ruby Rose cocktail - but she mentioned her brother owned the bar. She probably didn't need to pay for it. God I'm so stupid."
At his next words, his suggestion to open up a Charm profile, she wanted to keep it off. But on the other hand... she could use a positive experience after this.

"Why the hell not. Can I get a shot? Not tequila though. Something... fruitier? Sweeter?" She was done with the tequila, as that burned even more when it came out as when in went in. In the time it took the man to prepare her drink, Djodie set up a Charm profile, layed down her phone on the table.
Then came the question rather she was interested in man or woman. Or both. Her own hesitation caused a bit of a laugh. Who was she kidding? She pressed 'woman' and began swiping.

Darling, you must be joking. For a moment Djodie looked up at him, an ashamed expression shown on her face for a second, just before she masked it and shook her head. As he continued his explaination - it was sad that she needed that anyway - Djodie rested her forehead on her hand.
How could she be so stupid?

"I guess you're right." Djodie sighed as she curled three fingers around the shotglass, while looking at her phone, with some female charm profiles displayed.
She tried, but there weren't her.
The red headed girl let out a frustrated sound, shot the drink in one go - definitly better than tequila. And focused on her phone again. Just swipe some right, come on now.

After a few minutes she pressed her phone stand-by, as she hadn't swiped even one profile. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe she needed to get used to the idea.
"I am Djodie, by the way," she introduced herself, as she realised she didn't even know his name.

"You've just discovered that casual flings aren't your style, that's all," Djodie tilted her head a bit as she took in those words. Perhaps he was right. Djodie looked at Sãng as he focused on another costumer. Djodie picked up her shotglass - remembered it was empty, and just as she was about to ask for a refill, she changed her mind. She should not.
"Thank you."

The redhead grabbed her purse, collected her expenses plus a tip - for putting up with her, again. She slid it over the counter, caught his gaze so she knew that it wouldn't get lost somewhere, put on her coat and made her way towards the exit.

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