Zilean watched the man called Jack spill his drunken heart out to the blonde. Wondering where she came from, what her life was like before he had laid eyes on her. Pondering the intricacies of her life and what mystery it was to him. What was her childhood like? Did she have siblings? Were her parents loving? Did she have some dark secret that shaped her world? What was she like in bed? And other streams of thoughts that he normally questioned about strangers.<br/><br/>Blondie seemed awfully put off by the wasted lovers forwardness, but a girl still loved flattery all the same. Zil watched her deal with Jacks sputtering until she turned to him. He felt her verbal lashing and was caught off guard. All he could do was laugh, though not meant in an insulting way, which is how she probably took it. Zilean let her have her say, listening with a smile across his lips. He exhaled deeply after downing the last of his drink, put his cell phone on the bar and smirked as she stormed off. Zilâ€™s teeth ground together a bit harder, replaying the image of her fine figure exiting the bar over and over again. He suppressed the urge to laugh out loud, knowing that sheâ€™d be back for something importantâ€¦ She obviously had drank more than she looked like she had.<br/><br/>As expected, she returned just as soon as sheâ€™d left. She snatched her purse from the floor and spoke aloud. She inquired for the number to a taxi, her face flushed with either embarrassment or the alcohol, either was he thought it was cute. Zil had the local taxi on speed dial, he had had to use it several times in the last month relating to drunken mishaps than desired.  He picked up his phone, clicked two buttons and spoke to the woman on the other line as if he knew her. His low rumbling voice always got him what he wanted over the phone; it was his people skills in person that usually ruined his day. For that, Zilean knew heâ€™d spent a good bit of his adult life alone. â€œHeyâ€¦Yes. Yes. Same place as usual. Charge it to my account. Thanks.â€ He hung up the phone and looked back at Chase with vivid emerald eyes.<br/><br/>â€œTen minutes. Theyâ€™ll pull up out front.â€ He smiled at Chase with a tinge of wolfish pride, turned back to the bar keep, pushed his glass in front of him and dug a five dollar bill out of his long jacket. He placed the bill flat and slid it under the glass.