Poker Face Part 1

Consumed by anger she had long been keeping to herself, she furiously grabs the nearest glass of brandy that is being kept idly in the hands of the stranger beside her and finishes it with such intensity that it amazed her.

She was Dawn. The little miss self-righteous consultant. Prude and prissy. Arrogant and self-contained.

"Who the hell do they honestly think they are? And who am I exactly to their eyes? I've been nothing but good to them. All I asked for was respect!" she muttered angrily to herself.

"I guess you're gonna be needing another drink. Waiter, another one for the lady beside me," remarked the stranger beside her from whom she grabbed the brandy.

"Oh I'm sorry, it's just... I'll pay for it. It's just...."

"Nah don't worry about it. Must be a bad day for you."

"Exactly how do you think I look like? Do I look beautiful and sexy and smart enough for you to take seriously? As in seriously?" Dawn said in a pained and despondent voice as she faced the person beside her.

"Uh... Beautiful, yes. Smart, you do look like it what with the suit you're wearing tonight. And sexy... you do look like one but..."

"But what?!" Dawn exclaims in an irritated tone after gulping and slamming down on the bar table her glass of newly-served brandy.

"Hey look. You're okay. I just don't think it might be appropriate for me to say something like that. You're someone who looks respectable..."

"Respectable puh-leazzee!" Dawn cuts him off. "Every girl who is respectable isn't, in any way, attractive!"

"I just said you are beautiful."

"But not attractive enough!"

"Okay, okay. Maybe we should place things properly so we could put things in a better perspective. I'm Mark and you are?"

(to be continued)