Preston-The Master

2 AM

Wow. That was all Nica could think as she walked down the sidewalk on the way home. She didn’t normally do things like what had just happened. She didn’t normally feel the way she felt tonight. Hell, she didn’t even know that it was possible to feel the way she was feeling. She felt like she was walking on a cloud, floating through the air, weightless, because the last few hours had felt like nirvana. And there was just one name on her mind. Preston.

***Four Hours earlier***

Nica, where are you going? Shelby asked.
I’m just going to run to the restroom really quick, I’ll be right back! Nica called in response.

They were out at a local hole in the wall bar, called the Fox Head, just having a girls friday night out, enjoying themselves. Nica had already had a couple drinks, and was feeling just a bit tipsy, and it was time to break the seal. As she walked towards the back of the bar, she had that feeling that someone was watching her, so she turned to her left. When she did, she locked eyes with the most intense gaze she’d ever seen. He was tall, about 6’2. His eyes were cold, ice blue. He was plain, but intriguing at the same time, and that didnt make any sense to her. There was nothing that special about a pair of levi’s and a brown leather motorcycle jacket. Or was there? The way he seemed to look straight through her, holding her in place with his stare as if he was nailing her to the wall gave her a feeling that she couldn’t quite shake. He seemed to ooze power. Calm, cool, collected, control. As she looked him over, she noticed his frame. Skinny, but strong. Marine, maybe? He definitely looks like he knows how to handle himself, she thought. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he blinked. The waitress had come to his table to ask him if he wanted a refill. He smiled, a bright, flashy, edgy, almost predator like smile, and nodded. By the time he returned his gaze to where Nica had been standing, she had taken the opportunity to slip into the bathroom, grateful to have escaped for the moment, but somehow craving more of his eyes, his attention.

After a few minutes, Nica had managed to make it across the floor back to her friend Shelby. “Hey!” Shelby said. “Who’s your friend?” She asked.
“What do you mean?” Nica asked.
“The guy in the leather jacket over there. He sent us each a drink, and he’s pretty cute too!” She replied.

Nica looked over, wondering if it could possibly be the same guy, and as she did, locked onto those icy blue eyes again. He smiled, and raised his glass to her, as if proposing a toast, encouraging her to drink up. She smiled back halfheartedly, kind of nervous, and looked down at her glass. As she picked it up, She noticed a business card on the napkin.

‘Preston Sharp – Master’
307-978-7836

Master of what? She thought to herself. She looked back up, and he was gone.
“Yeah…I guess he is.” She said out loud to Shelby.
She looked around, searching for the man, Preston, she supposed, but couldn’t find him, and the feeling of eyes piercing her very soul was gone. She continued to look for another few minutes, but the band on stage started playing one of her favorite songs, and by the time she got caught up in the dance floor, thoughts of Preston had all but vanished from her mind. As midnight rolled around, she remembered that she had told her mother that she would have lunch the next day, and thought about how her mother absolutely abhorred drinking, and decided that she would really rather not have the worst hangover of her lifetime for lunch with mom, so she bid Shelby farewell, much to her disappointment.