Wednesday, 27th – Karaoke and cupcakes night at Costello’s; a monthly tradition in San Fran. Some may dread this night but they are serving three new flavors of cupcakes which I'm sure should make bearing the mimicking of cats dying a lot easier.
“Stop following me maybe and then I will have a civilized conversation with you,” I smirk at the lawyer who I ran into more than I wished to. He chuckles. “I’m not here to stalk you, though that’s apparently what it looks like,” He says, his v-neck shirt hugging his biceps perfectly. I turn my attention back to the bartender. The girls had rallied me into going to this karaoke night when I usually spent Wednesday nights at some atrocious dive bar with Judd, picking up some guy that I probably shouldn’t have.
“Perry! You came!” Lyla says as we she throws her arms around me. Lyla was like my little prodigy photographer. I worked with her whenever I could because her shots were kickass and we worked well both professionally and as friends. “Has anyone been up yet?” I ask her, and she shakes her head as she eyes the lawyer. I take my two shots of tequila, handing Lyla one and walk towards the table where the rest of the girls were seated. “Who is THAT?” Lyla asks, obviously asking about Mr V-Neck. “Some guy I always run into around the city,” I say to her. “Well, you need to run into him more often,” She giggles.
“So not my type, Lyla,” I say, as he walks past our table, smirking as he makes eye contact with Lyla. “Who cares? You date guys who look like they live in homeless shelters. And when I say date – I mean sleep with and never call again,” She says. She was right. I laugh at her. “Hey! You!” She calls to him and I practically sink under the table. Lawyer points to himself and smirks again, walking towards the table. “Way to go, Perry,” Claudia says, laughing at me. She knew I hated things like this. I didn’t go after guys. Guys went after me.
“Lyla is suffering from bad drunken decisions right now, so you can go back to your table,” I say to him. He chuckles and pulls up a chair in between the two of us. “You must be Lyla,” He says, extending his hand to the vivacious blonde. She giggles and takes it. “I’m Colton,” He says, looking at me, his hand out, waiting for me to shake it. Lyla takes my hand and places it in his. I was ready to kill her. “I already know your name is Perry, thanks to Lyla earlier,” He says. “That’s not really helping the stalking factor,” I snap back at him. He laughs. “At least you can refer to me as Colton the stalker now, instead of lawyer stalker,” He adds. I smile at that.
“You have yourself a good night, ladies,” He says to the table, the group itself a mess of goo from his Southern charm. “Always a pleasure, Perry,” He says, taking my hand and kissing it. I roll my eyes as he walks away.
Colton the stalker knew how to make an impression.
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UGH – I am so sorry I haven’t written for Perry yet. If you haven’t yet, just state your relationship with Perry. She’s cynical but nice (sometimes) and I’m down with a private roleplay, it will likely help me be more involved with the roleplay.
I’m in the process of reading everyone’s stories right now to get acquainted with all of your personalities.