<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/CvJdndE.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bridgette Desjardins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13062037#msg13062037)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the bar<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 9th, Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Conner Almasy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13091869#msg13091869)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>-<span class="bbc_u">Bridgette (http://i.imgur.com/aSUyDTb.jpg)</span>-<span class="bbc_u">Bridge (http://i.imgur.com/VZbzy7P.jpg)</span>-<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Bridgette holds the conversation while Beta sneaks her hand in to touch Bridgette's hand. As Bridgette and Conner talk, she tries to sneak her other hald away without his noticing. Her goal is to show him just her, by herself, she figures it might be a treat for him. But she is feeling nostalgic, and wants to see if she can spook him.<br/><hr/>Bridgette always felt pretty, even when she was younger, and dripping with blood. She was a symbol to herself, a powerful figure in her own mind. And she still was, she just decided to express herself differently these days. And, although she felt especially beautiful around Conner, both of them, she always saw herself in a very well lit and sultry light. She saw herself as the most beautiful creature on the planet. But of course, she wasn’t completely delusional, but she saw sensuality as something deeper than just physical beauty, which she was well aware that she had in spades. There was a certain sexual charisma that she’d discovered in herself. There was a certain way to enjoy food, and a certain way to cook. Everything was sexual to her, on a deep level. And, unlike most other people on the planet, she had fucked herself, and she’d watched herself be fucked.<br/><br/><strong>“Of course I will cook for you. I like making Food from <em>France</em>”</strong>She pronounced almost everything crisply, but her accent was still loose, and biting at the size of her words. She said the name of her home country in a heavy French accent, and she said it properly.<br/><br/>Bridgette had made eye contact with herself from across the room as she was upside down and screaming. And she remembers it from both perspectives. It gave her an advantage in a lot of places, most notably, tennis. But most seriously, sex. The act of fucking was something that mattered to her deeply.<br/><br/><strong>“Zaht is exciting that you have learned so much about that nasty work.”</strong>Bridgette had a terrible opinion on the schools of exact thought. She’d even come to a disagreemant with Xavier over the analtyical sections of her own speciality, psychology. An overwhelming amount of the books she learned from frightened her. And the only way to get through the coursework was to make sense of the theories in her own ways. She despised a lot of what traditional minds held dear, and she had to belittle their lives really in order to study their works. She could still apply the knowledge, and her work had been successful for a year.<strong>“But I avoid it for good reasons, you know.” </strong><br/><br/>Bridgette practically interrupted her own twin as she leaped into the conversation again, almost as if she had never been stopped,<strong>“Ooo, I knew tonight was special.” </strong>The alpha between the two of them seemed startled by the attention that Bridge was giving her<strong>“Oop, I’m sorry, But it is true.”</strong>Bridgette returned to her wine and allowed her beta and<em>‘Connerhe’</em>to talk.<br/><br/>Bridge, the Beta, the quiet one seemed to tilt her head. Bridgette seemed to stutter as she tilted her glass. It was strange to hear him speak like that, enticing, attractive, and levels of exciting that she hadn’t felt for years. She’d learned so much about herself that it was strange to hear the depth of the old patterns come out. Conner had a lot to learn about her too. She could probably show him a number of ways.<em> ‘It is fine,’</em>Bridgette thought.<em>‘I could have planned better,’ </em>They were both along the same line of thinking.<br/><br/>Both of them were right. Bridgette was happy that she had a chance to show him something he’d probably never seen. And Beta was thinking about how they used to have plans for these kinds of situations.<strong>“Zehr … might be a few men det want to call me zehrs”</strong>Beta gave a vague answer, because she didn’t want to tell him the truth. She was lonely. Bridgette sipped at her wine slowly.<br/><br/>Beta reached across Conner and put her hand on Bridgette’s hand. It was a nothing motion, she wasn’t consoling Bridgette, or even gathering her attention. It almost just looked like she wanted to be touching something soft.<br/><br/>Bridgette looked over to Beta and then to Conner,<strong>“Thank you!”</strong>Her accent was soft, if present at all. She imitated a california ‘thank you’, and it made the ‘th’ sound much easier to make.<strong> “You know how Hard I work to look fantastic.” </strong><br/><br/><strong>“I’ve been teaching for a year, and almost every student is very worthy of an education.” </strong>She huffed a bit, and tried to sound as lenient as possible.<strong>“I do try to make every student I have into a better student, so… I can give you the good kids,” </strong>Bridgette was offering him a gentle smile. Bridgette lifted the hand that Beta had been holding, and Beta was gone. A small puff of grey vapor hung in the air where she’d been, but it dissipated quickly. The idea was for Bridgette to get Conner to look left, while Beta went away, or back inside,<em> ‘or however it works’. </em><br/><br/>Bridgette did her best to draw the attention to herself.<strong> “I’m sure you… Will learn about them yourself. I wouldn’t want to pick favorites.”</strong>She was bad at playing these games with people now. She even made a face to show that she was distraught. It had even distracted what she was saying, and she’d gone and babbled. She giggled some, and took a long moment to blink. It would be amazing if Conner had still fallen for her poorly performed trick. She would know any moment if he noticed that Beta was gone. She hadn’t planned it, so it had been improvised. It was fun, and it was hard not to giggle, especially when two glasses of wine became four glasses of wine in an instant.