you're the one that i want [mollie]

Kris was talking mindlessly to a bartender at one of the bars he frequented, especially lately, that not many students went to due to its inconvenient location in relation to campus and off-campus housing (and the amount of professors that visited there).

"I don't know, Marcus...I can't tell if it's all in my head -- like am I just really gross? Gods, I don't know." He took another big sip of his drink, looking into the abyss that was his confusion.

He'd been thinking a lot about one of his students, and in quite inappropriate ways. He wasn't like this, he wasn't one of those creepy old guys that got off to images of younger girls. He and Mollie just had something between them, something he'd never experienced with any student -- or even clio his age -- before.

He knew it was wrong, and that he shouldn't talk about it, but when he got drunk he sort of let it all loose (in ways he definitely shouldn't). He sighed as Marcus polished some glasses and nodded to him.

"Do what feels right to you, man," Marcus suggested. Kris knew this was probably bad advice, but it felt right to him at the moment.

"Yeah..." Kris said, trailing off as he finished his drink. "Can I get another?"

"Just one more, Kristo," Marcus said, taking Kris' empty cup and filling a new one.

"Thanks," Kris mumbled, quickly getting lost in his own thoughts again.

Please stop this insanity, Olivier sighed as Mollie walked into a bar deep in the townie side of Martha's Vineyard. Mollie did not really like the bar scene, but as she glanced around she supposed this one was nice enough. It was not like the bars her friends went to--those were more like clubs on the weekends. This one had live music playing in the front corner, and most of the patrons looked to be in their upper twenties or younger thirties. They sat around small tabletops, enjoying drinks and each other's company...something that seemed much more enjoyable than grinding against other clio dripping with sweat and alcohol.

Of course, despite the nice atmosphere, Mollie was not really here to check out the bar. She'd overheard Kris talking to another teacher a few weeks ago about this place being his favorite. She'd tucked the piece of information away, and had warred with Olivier about showing up ever since. She'd won, obviously, as they were here.

She wore a simple pair of white skinny jeans, suede heeled booties, and a flowy top (all of which she'd designed herself). She'd picked the outfit carefully, having gone through some of her more designer like pieces before settling on something casual. She tucked some loose hair behind her ears and walked toward the bar. Having a drink in her hand would probably make her look more like she belonged here while she looked for Kris. She kept her eyes straight ahead as she walked, not wanting to seem like she was lost or unsure of what to do. Not knowing anyone here was a little awkward. When she reached the bar she ordered a beer and stood, waiting for the bartender to bring it back for her. As she waited, she glanced around the room, eyeing the tables. No Kris. Hmm.

Kris took a large gulp of the drink that Marcus placed in front of him, casually glancing at someone who caught his eye somewhere in the peripheral of his view. He immediately set down his glass.

"No fucking way," he said lowly as Marcus went to take the girl's order.

That... is Mollie, right? he asked Holst. Or is that someone who just looks like her?

That's her, Holst replied, annoyed. Holst had been annoyed when Kristo had even mentioned this place to Mollie, since they both knew it was with the hope that he might run into her here someday. But Kris hadn't thought he'd be this drunk if or when they'd run into each other. He was embarrassed, but was also thoroughly entranced by her, even more than normal.

We need to leave, Holst tried, but the two of them knew that Kristo wasn't about to go anywhere, even as Holst begged. But he wasn't about to go straight up to her either...he had to wait for her to see him.

He turned away, looking back down at the glass that he held onto. He took another sip, trying to take another sneaky look in her direction to see if she noticed him yet.

The bartender handed Mollie her beer. She smiled and thanked him, liking the low-key atmosphere and the way she didn't have to scream for him to hear her. She glanced around the room again, after she paid and tipped the man, but still didn't see Kris. She felt her chest deflate a little, and realized how much she had been hoping to see him tonight.

With a small, disappointed frown she made to sit down at the bar when she saw him. He was here. It was like night and day, then, how her frown turned up at the edges into a bright smile.

Olivier sighed from his spot perched on her shoulder. He was still 100% against this, but there was no looking back now.

Mollie beelined toward Kris, stopping only when she reached the empty stool next to him. Olivier's thoughts meant nothing to her in this moment. "Hi," she said. "Is this seat taken?" She smiled.

Kris, from the corner of his eye, had noticed that Mollie was coming in his direction. He couldn't tell if it was intentional until she was right next to him and asking if the seat was taken. He couldn't help but smile at her deviously as he turned to look at her.

"Hey," he said, the tone in his voice a bit different than one he'd ever used with her before. Much less formal...much less. "It is now." He gestured for her to take a seat, drink in hand.

"I must admit, I never thought I'd see you around here," he said while Holst's eyes rolled. "What brings you to this side of town?" He was smiling a little goofily, but he wasn't drunk enough to lose his composure. He was just feeling pretty nice, warm, and a bit more giddy than usual. Especially now that he got to sit next to and converse with Mollie Sterling.

Mollie, too, was enamored. She was looking at a much different Kris than she usually was, and it made her smile. He was always so well put together. This was different. Different, but not bad. Instead, she found it both a little amusing and a little endearing.

She shrugged, the smile still on her face. "It usually isn't my scene," she admitted. "But someone mentioned it to me and I thought I'd give it a try." That clio, of course, was Kris himself. Would he remember? She didn't want to be too direct, but if he put two and two together, she'd just admitted it was he who had brought her here. She wondered how he would react to that.

She took a small sip of her beer and wrinkled her nose. "Atmosphere nice, beer not so much," she laughed, blushing a little. On principle she stayed away from alcohol, though she didn't mind a glass of wine or champagne when the occasion called for it. Beer had never been her thing though, even, it seemed, when in the presence of lovely men.