One breath, one life|(Charles) INACTIVE

[IRENE ADLER]

She started to walk over the busy corners, the common day people. passing by her as she enjoyed a coffee. Her hand picking up the cup and setting it down every few minutes,she started to stare and analyze everyone around her. She had been having such a busy time, ever since she had arrived here. Her wound had gotten better, but she had not yet seen the man who had saved her.

They said they would meet again, yet here she was alone and wondering what the hell what was he doing. Thinking if there was ever a female in his bed, or if he was alone with Watson. She was not jealous, she was just not wanting to be replaced. She thought, and set down her coffee. Picking up the newspaper, she suddenly started to skim over to it and took out a cigar.

She was not smoking for pleasure, but for relaxation. She chocked a little as she read that their new mayor, had a policy that she would not be let to smoke. What in the fucking hell did he care about it, if she smoked or if she did not. That was a personal decision of every individual, but by the looks of it the mayor had a problem with people who smoked.

She ,would need to show that goody to shoes of a mayor who was boss around this town. Also they had to have identification everywhere ,what in the hell did that mean at all. Was their identity to be revealed to everyone. But the worse criminals would be severely punished, what was the world coming to with these new rules. . Things were never this drastic in London at all, yes law and order reigned ,but yet a woman and a man could enjoy some sort of peace and quiet.

New York city for all its glamor, and style was really becoming a shitty place to live, with this new law she would have to be more careful. But then again what was careful in this world. Life was really about living, enjoy it rejoice it as one big explosion of an event after event. People were meant to be freed not tied down.

With this new law, she felt tied down. She felt like there was no order of how things worked. She wanted to feel like if she was alive, and breathing. But some fish feel tied and it was dangerous to be in her business with so many implications but she might just as well coax life a little and relax.

Shifting her head , she looked around and sighed suddenly she was bored. What light entertainment would be awaiting her during this day, would she finally be able to make a serious meeting or would she just continue her day being bored and alone.

[merrill2]

Before he entered the dinky little coffee shop, Charlie lit a cigarette and stepped in. He was in total unawares of the current laws that had forbidden what he had just done. It was a little ironic of him not paying attention to the newspapers, and yet, he was a journalist himself. Technically a writer more than what his title said. 

He was supposed to be working at his office, but his supervisor should know by now that he was not the one to follow the rules. What right did they have to prevent him from working in a comfortable environment? None, really. Or so Charlie thought. 

The shop had a frowzy feel to it and he could not help but wrinkle his nose at the smell. It surprised him at how busy the place was. Perhaps these paying customers were the ones for quantity, and not quality. Charlie had always spoiled himself with buying the expensive stuff, but today he must not wander too far from work.

It was not like he was trying to get fired. He did make full conscious decisions to disobey his employer's orders and he did pay no regard to the suggestions his co-workers dished out to him on a regular basis. However, he knew he was the one who was keeping the company running. It seems that every second week he had to fill in for someone or had to write an extra story for the magazine. If his boss was not willing to promote him, then Charlie should be allowed to break the rules.

After paying for the java, he went in search for a place to sit. There was a rather large man sitting in a four-person booth and just the fact that he was reading a porn magazine turned Charlie away from sitting anywhere near him. It seemed almost every booth was filled.

At last, he swallowed his introverted feelings towards pretty women and approached the only half-empty spot in the whole damned restaurant. If he had known any different, it seemed this lady also had his taste for rule-breaking--she was smoking a cigar. 

He stood by the stool from across her and asked, "You don't mind if I sit here, do you?" he asked, in the quiet voice that only seemed to appear when he spoke to woman not unlike the one he was facing.

[EDIT: I must have been on something when I first wrote this post. ]

[IRENE ADLER]

Irene nodded at the man and smiled, this was going to be interesting. Yet another easy target for her, a man who seemed to have no knowledge of her, this was good this was real good.

She had to keep things that way if she wanted to be on the safe side. " So what brings you around to these parts of town, hm.........." she asked and patted the seat next to her.

Her leg crossed over her other ,revealing slightly her stockings and leaned in on her elbow relaxed and at ease.

Her hand picking up her cup once again, while she nursed silently waiting for a reply from the man in front of her. If he was trying to be mysterious, she wondered if there was any possibility that he could know about her.

If deliberately , he had come here to interview her make her known to the world.

A bargain should be needed first , if what he wanted was information after all.

[merrill2]

Charlie let himself smile a little and he slid in the spot beside her. Here was this young, attractive woman speaking to him and he was not about to let his awkwardness get the best of him. It normally did and this was due from the fact that he confined himself to years of solitude. Human company was often scarce and he paid no attention to those who gave him their time of day to speak with him--at him.

He took a long drag from his cigarette and looked down at his menu. "My work's not too far from here and I'm just on a lunch break," he replied, flipping through the booklet filled with moderately appetizing foods. "What's a pretty gal like you doing in a place like this?"

He did not exactly ask because he cared, but it was more for the sake of conversation. He had no doubt this woman had far more interesting things to say than the fat man looking at skin magazines. He briefly wondered what a man like that would talk about, but that thought did not branch out very far.

After he stared at a picture of a particularly unappetizing-looking plate of pancakes with syrup, he snapped away from the photo and snapped the menu shut. "What would you personally recommend?" he asked, trying to keep his tone slick and attractive. He accomplished neither. 

He glanced down at her legs as she crossed them, and he could not help but notice how nice they were shaped and how sm--Charlie inwardly shook himself, scowling at his vulgar thoughts. Jesus, she probably was thinking of how he was pervert. He had a tendency to screw things up in that sense. Then again, she might have noticed nothing at all.

Damn his awkward feelings. 

[IRENE ADLER]

Irene smiled at the man as she set down her coffee cup and cocked her head as the man stared at her legs. A chuckle escaping her as she poked his forehead to make him snap out of it , talk to her for a little while. The man, by her experience with men seemed like any other man simple and yet classy, but his line of profession that was what Irene Adler was more than interested in knowing. She wanted to actually know everything about the man, maybe make a new friend in the process. You never really knew when you needed a new person to actually relay on when things got tough with life in general.

“So What’s your name” she asked and grabbed his coffee and took a sip and set it down in front of him again, her lipstick leaving a smudged as she giggled.