Lunch Break {Sonja}

[Liam MacIntyre]

There was one thing to be said about the military compound. There was a serious lack of hot women. At least, a lack of hot women who did not know Liam. And a serious lack of hot women that would sleep with him. Also, a serious lack of hot women who he hadn't slept with yet. Any way you put it, there was a serious lack of hot women.

So, to remedy that problem, Liam went off base. A lot. Sometimes it was allowed, sometimes it was not allowed. Thankfully, today, it was allowed. He didn't want to deal with some military...hardass coming down and hauling him out of the pub while he enjoyed his lunch and his women. And this pub had some women, it did. Although, at the moment, there seemed to be a lack of hot women in here as well. It was still early, though; he was sure there would be someone special that would walk through that door. And hopefully, it would be someone he hadn't dipped his wick in yet.

Liam kept an eye out as he ate his burger and fries slowly. He liked to stretch out the lunch hour he had by eating slowly. It was a shame he couldn’t have a pint as he ate; but he’d found out rather quickly that the hard-asses on the base frowned upon him coming back smelling of booze. It was a shame, really. Liam was at his most charming with a pint or two in him.

[Sonja Winter]

It was a rare day – one of those very few where Sonja actually had a babysitter for Dylan so that she would be able to catch up on things that needed doing without distractions. Cleaning, bills, shopping... and then she’d had to go into work for a few hours to take care of stocktaking as well as orders for anything they might need to get in the next delivery day. Thankfully woman who lived just next door to the apartment the young mother lived in had a couple of children of her own and had offered to take the infant for the day so that Sonja wouldn’t be pulling her hair out by the afternoon.

Turned out to have been a blessing really, because the young witch hadn’t had a minute to herself to sit down or anything. By the time the other woman at the shop told her to take a break before she ended up killing herself, Sonja’s feet were killing her from the semi-flat sandals she’d stupidly chosen to wear with the small white summer dress she’d thrown on this morning. Considering it was the middle of summer, there was no way she was going to be able to run around in a long skirt like she usually did.

Stepping into O’Malley’s, the tiny blonde pulled her hair up with a sigh, clipping most of it at the top of her head with a large butterfly clip, while blowing a few loose strands from her face. Since she did have the day to herself without having to worry about her son, she’d decided to at least treat herself to an enjoyable lunch at the pub – perhaps even a couple of drinks, since she didn’t often get that privilege either these days.

Sonja made her way toward the bar, a smile covering the slight tiredness she felt, and her sweet as honey Irish-lilted voice spoke to the bartender over top of the couple of men talking loudly, “Hey Mack, long time no see. I’ll grab a pint and a menu when you’re finished yappin’, thanks pet.”

“Oy, what’re you doin’ here Son? Come to tease the poor menfolk before they gotta go back out to work? Grab yourself a table, I’ll bring it over soon.”

The young woman winked with a small chuckle before her gaze shifted around the room, “Already on it, luv.” At least it wasn’t too crowded, just the usual lunchtime people it seemed, as she decided on where to sit.

[Liam MacIntyre]

Hello, what was this pretty little birdy doing all out and about with no man to squire her around and protect her from the dirty old men like him? Liam leaned back in his seat, his eyes doing their usual flick over the blond. "If you don't mind sharing a table for a few, I'm almost done here." He said, giving (what he thought) was a charming smile.

He knew where this would go; He'd linger over his food, offering her a glimpse into his dangerous life as an intelligence specialist for the UGA; risking life and limb to make her life a little safer, before leaving her wanting more of this selfless and heroic man...but not before he'd slip her his number, telling her if she ever needed anything, not to hesitate to call...and she would too; she'd call and ask him to dinner.

Over dinner, he'd woo her even more, with food and wine and talk of criminals he'd helped to catch; then Liam would ask her a bit about her life, pretend to be interested while all the while imagining her naked...she'd inevitably drink too much wine, and need help up to her apartment, or house, or whatever, which Liam would gallantly help with.

That, of course, would lead to some hot sex, wherein he'd dissapear sometime after she passed out. The next day, when she called, he'd feed her some cock-and-bull story about having to run off to save the world again, but she'd be in his thoughts...

At least, that's how it went in his head.

His grin widening, he beckoned to the empty seat across from him. "I don't bite."

[Sonja Winter]

Sonja was stopped short when a voice spoke to her from a table she was passing and she glanced down at the man who was smiling up at her. It was mostly the Irish accent that had caught her attention at first, the young woman always finding it refreshing whenever she heard it for some reason. As she studied him for that brief moment, she tried to assess whether to take him up on the offer or not, and glanced around the pub quickly. There were a few empty tables still, but in the end there really wasn’t a lot of fun in having lunch on her own.

However, when he followed up with the quip that he wouldn’t bite, the young blonde found that almost to be a challenge and she smiled politely back at him before moving around to the seat he’d gestured toward, and sat down demurely. “I bet you really do. But sure, why not. After all, its never any fun eating alone, right?” Sonja tilted her head prettily, a play of body language that would likely also make her look a lot less intelligent.

Was she fishing to stir the man up? She realised it was quite possible and the thought of playing the part of a cock tease suddenly made the day feel a little brighter.

“How are the burgers today?” The young woman nodded toward his food as she made herself comfortable in her seat and set her purse on the table, before she glanced across toward the bar to see if her drink and menu were going to be on their way soon. Turning back, she then smiled brightly again, “So, taking a break from back-breaking work, Mr...?” She trailed off to allow him to introduce himself while she continued to study the man. He didn’t look like he did any manual labour per se. Office work perhaps?

[Liam MacIntyre]

Ahh, the woman had bought it. She was hooked; now he'd have to reel her in and hopefully sink into her by the end of the week. "I only bite if you want me to." He said, throwing her a wink. "Lunch alone is almost too sad for my old heart can stand. Yer doing an old man some service, offering him some...pretty companionship." Liam said, his grin inviting her to laugh at his joke about his age. "I'm Liam. And you would be?"

He watched as the blond took a seat across from him, her head tilting to the side slightly. It was cute; like a puppy. A knockout, blond bombshell of a puppy. This one would be fun to play with. She seemed like she would be fiesty. He tuned out a bit as she talked, his mind going over every inch of her-and what it would look like if she was naked. He managed to tune back in as she asked him about his lunch.

"It would be better if I was allowed a pint or two with it, but the bosses don't understand an irishman's need for a pint." Liam said with a grin.

[Sonja Winter]

“Well, you need to be careful with that, you know. Some people bite back a little harder,” Sonja winked playfully as she made herself comfortable, her head turning a moment as her drink and a menu was placed on the table for her. She thanked the barman quickly before turning her attention back onto the man, a small smirk quirking the corners of her lips as he made fun of his own age and an eyebrow rose as mischief played in her blue eyes. Chuckling slightly, she shook her head, “Well I’m a little surprised you don’t have a missus to bring you your lunch and ‘dessert’. But I suppose its your lucky day, you poor old darlin’, I don’t often eat out.”

The blonde nodded politely to Liam as he introduced himself, the smile remaining as she played with the menu a little, “Name’s Sonja Winter.” She leaned back a little in her chair and crossed her legs, opening the menu to glance through what she might like to eat, “And yes I am a natural blonde and am legal consenting age...” She paused and glanced up at him from the menu with a sly smirk, “You were thinking it.” The small laugh that followed let him know she was joking – mostly. While she’d need contact to know what he really was thinking, she could possibly guess from the way he was watching her.

“Its a sad day when one of the boyos ain’t even allowed a pint with their lunch,” Sonja sighed and offered a mock sad expression before turning to look toward the bar as she held the menu up to catch the bartender’s attention, “I think I’ll get the club sandwich today, Mack! Bring Liam here a pint of light as well!” Turning back to Liam, she grinned, “What your boss don’t know won’t hurt anyone, aye?” Placing the menu to the side, she then took a sip from her own drink before leaning forward a little on the table, offering the man her attention, “So what is it that you do then?”