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TOM

Going out was something everyone did, and I wasn't excluded from that. People still went out even when they didn't feel like it, and I was glad I wasn't the only person in this bar who looked like they didn't want to be here.

I saw her across the bar; pale skin, brown hair in loose waves framing her face, tiny frame in a short black dress, the skirt flaring out from her waist a little, making her look a little girlish. She was with two other girls, who looked much happier to be out drinking than she did. She kept a smile on though, I guessed to not ruin their mood.

Ben had dragged me out here once we were free from keeping an eye on Tom. Not that we minded, of course. The two of them were joys to be around, really, I found. I just wasn't in the mood to be out drinking tonight for whatever reason.

Ben came back from getting himself another drink and looked over to see what I was looking at, and I looked away.

"Which one?" He asked. "Blonde, purple dress, or black dress?"

"Black dress." I hummed, giving a slight eye roll.

"She is pretty." He nods. "Why not go over and talk to her?"

"I don't think she wants to talk to anybody." I just sipped my scotch. "She's hardly talking to her own friends."

"How long have you been watching her?" Ben's brow raised, and I decided not to answer.

Soon the girl got up to go to the bar and get herself another drink, and she leaned with her elbows on the table. She didn't seem that most people in a ten-foot radius were checking out her backside as she leaned forward.

She stood up straight again, heels making her legs look long and slim, and went back to her table, flicking her hair over her shoulder, sipping coke mixed with whatever liquor.

"Okay. How about I go over and ask one of her friends to dance, so then there are not too many people around, and you go over and talk to her?" He offered, and I looked over again and saw the brunette in the purple dress whispering to the blonde, then kissed her neck.

"Good luck with that, because I think the other two are dating." I gave him a look, and he just looked over and hummed.

"Well, there goes my plan." He sighed. "Oh, no, wait. They're leaving her." He said and I looked up again.

"Watch our drinks?" The blonde asked.

"You're lucky if I don't put salt in them before you come back." The girl just hummed, looking up at them with a little smirk from her phone. "Oh, and if you get caught and kicked out, and or arrested, I don't know either of you."

"Fair enough." The blonde shrugged and pulled the brunette away, headed to the bathrooms.

"There's your chance. Go." Ben forced me to stand and gave me an encouraging push forward.

I had about all of five seconds to think about what to say before I was standing in front of her table, all thoughts out the window.

She looked up at me, bright green eyes shining and distracting me before I remembered to smile. "Hi. Um, mind if I sit?" I asked.

I watched her eyes study my face for a second, then she smiled softly. "Sure. Go ahead." She nodded, so I pulled the chair beside her out and sat as she set her phone aside. She crossed her arms on the table and looked over at me with a knowing little smile.

"You look like you're waiting for something," I noted, almost amused.

"Just a dumb pick up line." She gave a small shrug, and I found myself giving a laugh.

"Sorry to disappoint, but I haven't got one of those." I smiled.

"Aw, shame." She just smiled jokingly.

"I'm Tom." I held out my hand.

"Briar." She smiled, and I was just so drawn to the soft pinkish tan color on her lips. It suited her very well. She put her hand in mine, and I brought it up to my lips for only a second.

"Lovely name." I complimented.

"Thank you." Her smile grew slightly, making me smile in turn.

We spent a good few minutes just talking, and I sort of forgot that we came with our friends, at least until the blonde came back and started grabbing their jackets and bags.

"Is everything okay?" Briar asked.

"Alisha started vomiting, so I'm gonna take her home." I then saw her blue eyes shift to me, and she gave a small smile to Briar. "I can handle her just fine. You can stay, have fun, uh... text me in the morning."

I then saw Briar blush as the blonde winked at her before walking off. Briar looked back at me with her lips pressed tightly together.

"I am so sorry-"

"It's fine. I know how friends are like." I smiled and nodded towards where Benedict was sitting and she nodded in understanding with a hum.

"Question, do all celebrities just hang out together?" She looked over back at me, and I laughed and shook my head.

"Not really. Well, I guess some of us sort of do. Ben and I have lately, just because we have to keep an eye on the smaller Tom." I said and saw her grin.

"Cos he can't keep his mouth shut, right? I think I read something about that." She said, looking like she was trying to remember.

"More or less." I shrugged with a little smile.

"I can't really blame him myself. I probably couldn't keep that big of a secret. Well..." Briar then tilted her head in thought, biting her lip, and I fought to keep my mind innocent. "I'd probably tell my mom, but she doesn't care about that sort of stuff anyway, so it'd still be safe."

"She doesn't?" I asked, taking a sip of my drink and Briar nodded. "Do you?"

"Would you judge me if I said yes?" She looked at me questioningly.

"No." I couldn't help the small smile that appeared on my face.

"Yes." She answered, a new fainter blush coming onto her cheeks.

"I have to ask-" I started.

"Nooo..." Briar whined, and I only smiled wider, leaning forward on the table.

"Who's your favorite character?" I just grinned at her groan.

"I can't answer that!" She frowned, but it was a playful sort of frown.

"And why not?" I asked, becoming increasingly amused with how utterly cute she was.

"Because." Briar simply said.

"Because?" My eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, because." She gave a firm nod.

"Quite a compelling argument." I chuckled.

"Why, thank you." A little grin came to those pretty lips of hers.

It then clicked in my head, making me smile wider. "It's Loki, isn't it?"

"Fuck." Briar just sat back, looking defeated, and I chuckled.

"Why though? Why Loki?" I asked, actually curious. I knew most people chose favorite characters on their attractiveness, and this was my chance to see if she thought the same... about me.

"I relate to him, in a sense." She gave a small shrug.

"How?" I grew even more curious with a head tilt.

"I can't spill all of my secrets in a first meeting, now can I?" She gave me a grin, and I sat back and just gazed at her with a small smile.

"So you're implying there will be other meetings?" I asked, and Briar bit her lip as her grin dropped to a cute little smile.

"Do you not want there to be?" She asked, and I chuckled into my lap and got my phone out of my pocket.

"I was trying to figure out a way to ask you," I said, going to my contacts to make a new one, and as I handed her my phone, I saw she was doing the same. I typed my number in, growing giddier with every digit.

I handed her her phone back, and she already was done with mine. I typed her name in before saving it.

"Jesus, is it eleven thirty already?" I heard Briar, and I looked up and saw her face scrunched up in disgust as she stared at the time on her phone.

"You have to go?" I asked, a little sad, but understanding.

"I have work in the morning." She sighed.

"I'll remember to tell you good morning, then," I said with a smile as she put her phone in her bag, and Briar looked up at me again, those green eyes twinkling and a cute smile on her lips.

"I have something to look forward to in the morning for once." She stood up, and to be polite, I stood as well.

"Until we meet again, Briar. Hopefully sooner rather than later." I smiled, offering my hand again.

Briar chuckled as she placed her soft hand in mine, and I raised it to kiss her knuckles. "Until then, Tom." She gave me a last smile before walking away, and I headed back to Ben.

"I am actually impressed." He nodded. "You asked her out?"

"I didn't have to." I shook my head, not really believing it myself.