[ A good soldier doesn't dawdle. Lorca enters at two minutes to eight, navigating the establishment with familiarity. He's clean-shaven in casual dress, the darker side of denim and leather. A touch of cologne, warm and bitter. Upon making eye contact with Caitlin, he offers her a nod and a tempered smile. ]
What are you drinking? [ he asks before ordering a single malt scotch for himself. ]
[ when lorca enters, caitlin has already been at the bar for 13 minutes, a quarter before eight. early is on-time, and on-time is late, after all. she’s dressed smartly casual, a dark blue sheath dress with just a hint of sleeve, and her hair hangs straight over one shoulder. she returns his smile, though hers is warmer. ]
Um… I’ll have a vodka tonic. [ it’s said half to him, half to the bartender. ] This felt a little less raucous than suggesting The Scratch.
They do know how to throw a party. [ It's a shame that misfire didn't end up in his inbox before New Years. She's a gorgeous woman, with a discreet confidence about her. They could have had some fun, if she likes taking orders as much as she claims.
The simplicity of their drinks has them arriving in short order. Taking hold of his, he asks, ] Upstairs?
[ Lorca likes his privacy. He called ahead to reserve a space where they could hear themselves talk, and others are less likely to. Not so presumptuous as to have them set aside an entire room, but if one should be available by the time they've determined whether or not he and Caitlin enjoy each other's company, well, it's not off the table. ]
[ he isn’t wrong. reggie and logan, the club’s original owners, set a high bar, and sara has been keeping up.
when her drink arrives, she takes a small sip, quality control really, before answering: ] Yes, of course. That’s a good idea.
[ caitlin knows her way around subversion, due to both working there in the past and being in the city for so long. there are plenty of bars and clubs in duplicity, but the reception at LIER-owned business is always much warmer. still, she lets lorca lead the way up, one hand holding her glass and the other one the railing. her gaze slowly drags over his backside, from strong shoulders and muscles of his back to his ass, then his legs. he is quite handsome and fit.
she takes her seat in their reserved space, a corner away from the bar, the stairs, and the hall that leads to the private rooms. ]
I hadn’t even thought about calling ahead to reserve space.
[ Lorca stands aside, allowing her to take her seat first, and then joins her on the leather sofa. He rests his elbow on the back, angled towards her. His glass cuts into his broadened smile as he has his first drink. ]
You said you're a Submissive by personal inclination? [ A brief raise of his wrist, indicating his Dominant bracelet. ] It's the same for me. You made your choice, I made it my responsibility that you get the most out of it.
[ caitlin takes up a similar position with her body angled toward him, her legs crossed at her knees. she doesn’t lean back into the leather-covered cushion, her posture intent and straight. ]
While getting the most out of it for yourself, too, right?
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Caitlin Snow. It’s a pleasure as well. Though possibly awkward as well?
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Are you a Submissive, Caitlin?
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Or any aid I can provide as a Dominant.
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Is that something that really appeals to you?
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Do you have a favorite haunt?
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[ A good soldier doesn't dawdle. Lorca enters at two minutes to eight, navigating the establishment with familiarity. He's clean-shaven in casual dress, the darker side of denim and leather. A touch of cologne, warm and bitter. Upon making eye contact with Caitlin, he offers her a nod and a tempered smile. ]
What are you drinking? [ he asks before ordering a single malt scotch for himself. ]
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Um… I’ll have a vodka tonic. [ it’s said half to him, half to the bartender. ] This felt a little less raucous than suggesting The Scratch.
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The simplicity of their drinks has them arriving in short order. Taking hold of his, he asks, ] Upstairs?
[ Lorca likes his privacy. He called ahead to reserve a space where they could hear themselves talk, and others are less likely to. Not so presumptuous as to have them set aside an entire room, but if one should be available by the time they've determined whether or not he and Caitlin enjoy each other's company, well, it's not off the table. ]
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when her drink arrives, she takes a small sip, quality control really, before answering: ] Yes, of course. That’s a good idea.
[ caitlin knows her way around subversion, due to both working there in the past and being in the city for so long. there are plenty of bars and clubs in duplicity, but the reception at LIER-owned business is always much warmer. still, she lets lorca lead the way up, one hand holding her glass and the other one the railing. her gaze slowly drags over his backside, from strong shoulders and muscles of his back to his ass, then his legs. he is quite handsome and fit.
she takes her seat in their reserved space, a corner away from the bar, the stairs, and the hall that leads to the private rooms. ]
I hadn’t even thought about calling ahead to reserve space.
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You said you're a Submissive by personal inclination? [ A brief raise of his wrist, indicating his Dominant bracelet. ] It's the same for me. You made your choice, I made it my responsibility that you get the most out of it.
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While getting the most out of it for yourself, too, right?
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