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ine might be only 'human', but there is something to be said for the awareness that mortality gives you. She feels his stare like a caress against her skin before it seems to dip beneath the surface. Aine holds herself still under his quiet appraisal and does her best to feign ignorance. Eventually, his gaze shifts, for he must have found her wanting. A heavy sigh slips from her plush lips and its all she can do not to tilt her head and scowl at the mysterious stranger. His easy dismissal botherd her.Probably a lot more than it should have. The idea that this man found her lacking in some way... Quickly, in an attempt to derail that thought, Aine takes a large sip of her drink and with more force than necessary sets it on the bar.
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art of Aine is paying attention to the bartender and doing the polite, country thing and making small talk. The guy seems friendly enough, not too flirty, which is a nice change from the randy barkeeps she is accustomed to. The whole time they are chatting, the other part of her is wholly aware of the stranger. His presence is a living thing inside the bar, even his silence has weight. So, when he flags down the bartender, Aine takes the moment to scan the bar for other patrons. She had been so absorbed by him,she couldn't even remember seeing anyone else. A few people are scattered around and she manages to catch the eye of a few, offering a friendly smile. She is just about facing the bar again when she feels the air around her change. Stiffening, Aine's breath catches in her throat at the first note of his voice. Whipping her head around her large eyes fix to his, with startled wonder. He was talking to her. Wasn't he?
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ine doesn't know what to make of this new development and so for a moment she does nothing. Just gapes at him. In a cute, wonder struck way. Maybe. Or kinda pathetic. Take your pick. "Um. I...don;t think so?" She was so nervous she didn't really know what he was asking of her. Great. Now he likely thinks her a total ditz as well. She just knows her. Her mental self is banging its head against the bar for her sheer stupidity. Peeking through her lashes at him, Aine catches the shift in his gaze. She can sense a change in the atmosphere of the room, but has no clue what or who is causing it. Goosebumps rise along her limbs and a shiver traces her spine. She's not afraid. per say. More intrigued and now all the more curious of this dark stranger. She was working up to say or do something, when the bartender returns and the moment is broken. What she would have said or done is lost and Aine finds herself reeling. P
erplexed, she watches his exchange with the bartender and feels, rather than sees the effect his smile has on the room. Lifting a trembling hand, she runs it through the long thick length of her hair. Giving herself a moment to get composed. When she finally does speak, its not the question she was expecting to leave her lips. "Who are you?" Its a simple question. An easy question. But somehow, that who, sounded an awful lot, like a what.