In her hundreds of years of life (or death if you see it that way), Amelia had come to appreciate the flavor of a good bourbon. She had once been the one who only ordered mimosas or a fruity wine. She had been that person who didn't necessarily liked the flavor of alcohol, but she tolerated it. But now, now she had found a newfound appreciation for some good alcohol. After taking a sip, she allowed the bourbon to saturate her taste buds before swallowing. She enjoyed the burn...it made her feel alive.
However, there was something nagging her, even as she was trying to enjoy her drink. The man who had ordered the sissy drink had noticed her. Typical male. It was probably the cocktail dress. Perhaps she should have picked one that didn't quite dip so low. In fact, she could practically hear Troy telling her that her body was for his eyes only. However, Troy wasn't here. She liked the attention every now and then, but the man next to her had taken quite the long look.
At first she said nothing to him, preferring to simply sip her drink in relative silence. But she couldn't help but notice that he sent his drink back and ordered something different...a gin and tonic. It was another feminine drink. Amelia wondered for a moment in the man next to her was gay. He didn't necessarily make her gay-dar go off, but it wasn't completely out of the realm of possibilities.
She only glances over at him once, only to find that he was staring at her once again. This time, she slowly turned on her barstool to look at him. "Staring is not flattering." Her words were soft, but the intent was there. She didn't necessarily want him to be gawking at her all night. He had no shot at her â€" not when she was happily engaged to Troy Marks.
She could have commented on his drink, but she supposed she would be kind this time. She would let him enjoy his gin and tonic. He already looked like he owned the place...like one of those snobs she hated so much. She had money â€" but she would never act as though others were inferior to her. There was something about this man that she found curious. They were both clearly from money, but the way they carried themselves seemed so very different. It was curious, really.