Something More?

I got to the club a little before 9, hoping to not be entirely drunk nor entirely sober when Celes showed up. Right after I got a beer she suddenly materialized beside me. Once I got over my shock of her sudden appearance I took a second to examine her. She was really hot. Normally she wore loose fitting clothes that disguised her figure to some extent, but not tonight. The only thing that looks better on her is nothing.
“Andrew, you're drooling.” When I tore my eyes from her clothes I looked up and into brilliant green eyes that were even more piercing than usual thanks to the makeup framing them.
“Since when do you wear… Any of this.” I gestured to her attire.
“Well I wear the clothes to cons and I wear makeup when my asshole roommate abducts me.”
"It's perfect."
"Thanks, I figured I would censor my version of 'badass' down to something a little more socially acceptable." I raised an eyebrow questioningly. "My version would be a katana and a trench coat." She flashed a playful smirk and winked at me. Somehow I don't think she's joking.
Celestia ordered an orange blossom cocktail and I led the way to the VIP section of the bar. When I got up to the guard I nodded and he recognized me almost immediately, letting both of us through without question. This part of the bar was much quieter, with high backed circular booths scattered about the floor. There was even a separate bar in here with specialty items that the other bar didn't carry. I led Celestia to a booth in the back corner, closing the curtain that hung next to the small entrance to the booth. There was a circular table with soft booths in a ring around it, and a high wall like backing behind the booths forming our own private space.
Celestia took a sip of her drink and stared across the table into my eyes. "What do you hope to get out of tonight?" Her tone was gentle and her voice soft, but she still maintained a sense of authority behind the words. Her ability to be to composed yet commanding has always left me speechless, but I knew she expected an answer so I willed my voice to work.
"I hope to get drunk off my ass, and maybe get a few lingering questions answered before I make a fool of myself."
"In that case I'll be right back." She slipped out of the booth and returned a moment later with a large pale red drink which she handed to me.
"What's this?" I took a sip of the mystery concoction, and the first sip burned. This is not to say that I am unused to drinking but that stuff tasted like it was straight up alcohol, probably over 100 proof.
"That is a zombie cocktail, those are great for quick intoxication. Don't worry, after the first few sips it starts to become bearable." She took a sip from her own drink while I tried the 'zombie' again. "So, what did you want to ask me?"
I'm going to be really honest, the rest of the night was blurry to say the least.
"What are you doing?... With your life?... Profession wise?"
"I'm in college, working on my thesis to get a PhD. Once I graduate I have to find a practical application, though that will probably be easier seeing as I already have an MD. I wanted to do something that would allow me some freedom but it seems like I'm going to end up working in a set job that allows no wiggle room." Her once bright green eyes had become somewhat dull as she stared into her orange drink.
"Wow, your getting fancy degrees and shit while I write songs, literally." Her eyes met mine, they were so empty. If I remember nothing else from that night I will remember how sad she seemed when she spoke of the freedom she had craved that now was out of her reach.
I never knew a lot about her past, I didn't know much about her plans for the future either, but I always knew she was a wild girl that craved the experiences of the world. On the outside she looks composed and ordinary, and now it seems that she is letting that facade become reality, and that broke my heart.

Notes

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