Of The Moment
The sun is high and Hel can feel it on her skin as the beat reverberates from the sound stage. She sways a little with the rhythm, bottle in hand, feeling the moment up against her skin.
“Hey,” a male voice says.
“Not interested,” she replies, without looking. “Try the beer tent. You’ll score there, for sure.”
“Cheers,” the voice replies more warmly. “Literally, I guess.”
“Figuratively, too,” Hel responds, turning towards the man. “I guess.” She shrugs, before the corners of her mouth quirk, surveying the dishevelled dark hair and lighter eyes as she looks upward. “Hard core tat,” she appraises. “Corruption, though? Really?” She shakes her head, letting out a breath. “Classy.” Her eyes roll, as her shoulder shifts away.
“Where exactly did you think a guy like me would hang out?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “Kind of perfect, if you think about it. Pretty great rate of success, courtesy of lowered inhibitions..”
“I’m sure,” Hel says, laughing openly now. “Like I said – beer tent’s where you want to be. Best of British - though you won’t need it, several ales in.”
“Spoken like a true observer,” the dark haired male says.
Hel shrugs. “Doesn’t take much.”
“You haven’t asked me what I’m doing here.”
“Besides hitting on the wrong women?” Hel asks, tone sharp. “I have already told you.”
“Besides that,” he agrees, voice remaining level. “For what it’s worth.”
“Is it?” Hel asks. “’Cos you can’t take a hint, can you? It’s not like I haven’t been clear. I mean – really – is it?”
“Well, I am Corruption, as we’ve already established,” the man says, an apologetic note entering his voice. “Seeing as you were enjoying the moment, so to speak, I couldn’t resist stopping to chat..”
“We’re done now,” Hel says, blunt. “You’re leaving.”
“Hedonism,” he replies. “Took me a minute or so to put a name to the face. Got it now though. New one on me. Takes a careful eye – though once you know what you’re looking for…”
“Jesus!” Hel curses, looking around hastily.
“Long gone,” Corruption responds. “New Guard all the way, sweetheart. Get with the programme.” He smiles. “Y’with me yet?”
A second story for the Hourglass photo prompt this week. This one came third.