Try This Again

[Ethan Black]

Finally he came back. Despite the girl's offer, his last time at the club had put a sour taste in his mouth. Fortunately this time, he came alone. A few days had passed. In the meantime he'd kept busy with his job. And visited his boss Tony; something most people wouldn't dare try. But now he was ready to go back.

Not much had changed. Not like he was expecting it to. Loud, packed, and vibrant; it was everything a club should be. Yet he found himself sitting off by himself nursing a drink. Part of him wanted to dance. The other wanted to drink more before that. And all the while, he kept his eyes open. Searched for a certain head of blonde hair. Although here he very well doubted he'd spot her. There were too many blonde for him to search through. Still, he hoped for the best while taking another drink.

[Elizabeth Halliwell]

Was Liz worried she had come off too easy the first time she met Ethan? Probably. However, Liz wasn't the type of girl to put much stock into such trivialities. Besides, she knew what she wanted. She always had. She's made a fool of herself one too many times because of it but she didn't play games.

She also may have gone to the same bar three nights in a row in the hopes of bumping into Ethan again. No such luck the first two nights but she was hoping the old addage of third times being the charm rang true.

And there he was. A smirk came on to her face as a few thoughts crossed her mind. Taking off her coat, Liz approached the bar and slid into the empty seat beside him.

"You came."

[Ethan Black]

He came. The voice, although only heard once, was instantly familiar. Dark eyes flicked over as she slipped in next to him at the bar. Ethan smirked and turned his head. "So did you." Luck appeared to be on his side. Not only had he found her, but on the very first night he'd returned. He had to wonder if he could've seen her earlier if he'd came back earlier. But that didn't matter now.

"Want a drink?" He gestured towards the bar. It would only be polite to offer her one. "Because my mood's remarkably gone up all of the sudden. I can't quite reason why." The tone he used was playful, although it was the truth. He was glad to see her again. "And I would've come back earlier than today, but after that little incident with my heart-broken friend, I'd had my fill of clubs for a bit."

[Elizabeth Halliwell]

"Good place to meet cute guys. I had good luck the first time around." She smoothed down her dress and turned in her stool a little to face Ethan.

Nodding, she ordered from the bartender and grinned at Ethan's playful words. "Must have been some change in the current then." She responded before shrugging at his subtle apology.

"It's not for everyone I suppose." Liz shrugged before giving him a once over. "You clean up nice. I didn't notice the other night."

[Ethan Black]

It was a good place to meet cute guys. She had good luck the first time around. Ethan smirked at her subtle compliment. He shrugged. "Well it's a popular club. It's a good place to meet cute girls too. I happened to meet one a few days ago." He was happy to have their banter back. Even if they hardly knew much about each other, he could appreciate a quick wit. Fortunately she appeared to have exactly that.

She grinned and ordered a drink. It must've been some change in the current then. "Must have." He agreed, his smirk growing. Then she shrugged off his apology. It wasn't for everyone, she supposed. Which was true enough. But then he felt more than saw her give him a once over. Ethan returned the gesture. He cleaned up nice. She hadn't noticed the other night. The praise earned a chuckle. "I wish I could say the same for you, but you looked equally as good then as you do now." The reply came easy as he took another drink. "As for me, I don't have to worry about babysitting tonight. Last time you saw me was after a few hours of it."

[Elizabeth Halliwell]

Liz grinned as she accepted her drink from the bartender before raising it in his direction. "To cute people."

His compliment had Liz preening, flipping her hair over her shoulder before grinning at him. "Why thank you." She responded before chuckling at his statement. "There's no problem there with me either. I know my limit."

It helped that she was the daughter of a public figure. Most of her media attention was deliberate on her part. If she wanted to get wasted, she would do it in the comfort of her own home.

"So tell me, apart from saving your friends after their hearts are broken, what do you do?"

[Ethan Black]

She raised her drink to him. To cute people. Ethan laughed before raising his in turn. "To cute people." He agreed before taking another sip. At his compliment, she flipped her hair over her shoulder with a grin. She thanked him and said there was no problem with her either. She knew her limit. At least that meant he wouldn't have to babysit her.

So apart from saving his friends after their hearts were broken, what did Ethan do? The question made him smirk. "What do I do? Well, I'm a car mechanic." That was the official title anyways. Not everything he did was exactly legal. But she didn't need to know that. "So if you ever have trouble with a car, I'd be glad to help." He took another drink. Then observed her with an arched brow. "What about you then?"

[Elizabeth Halliwell]

Drinking from her glass, Liz crossed her legs and leaned against the bar as Ethan responded to her question. The smirk he displayed gave her a feeling that there was more to him being a mechanic. Curiosity built in her and she had to smirk back.

"My current mechanic does wonders for my car. I'm a loyal customer." She responded, her smirk still intact. When the question was turned back to her, Liz straightened up a little. "I'm a student. Doing my degree in interior design right now." If she sounded proud, it was because she was.

So many people had expected her to follow in the footsteps of the great Hollywood producer that is her father but she never got the entertainment gene. So she did her own thing. Three times over.

[Ethan Black]

Her current mechanic did wonders to her car; she was a loyal customer. Ethan shrugged in response. He wasn't about to make her break that loyalty. Even if  that meant he might see her again after this. She straightened up when he turned the question to her. She was a student. Doing her degrees in interior design at the moment. The words came with a sense of pride. Clearly she was proud of her degree. Overly so. He had to wonder why.

"I've never met someone with that kind of degree before." Drinking again and emptying his glass, he smiled. "But it sounds like it's interesting. And something you're clearly proud of." The last remark was playfully teasing. Although he wouldn't hold it against her. He felt pride in his own work, even if the rest of society might not be as appreciative.

[Elizabeth Halliwell]

"We're the cornerstone of American civilisation, man." She joked with a grin. "Without us, there wouldn't be any reason for MTV Cribs."

Jokes aside, however, she was actually enjoying her course. "I will say this, once I get my degree, I am going to fund project houses just so I can design them myself." She said. "So, were you always interested in cars?"

[Ethan Black]

They were the cornerstones of American civilization.Without them, there's no a reason for MTV Cribs. Again Ethan laughed, shaking his head. "You're right. Now I see how vitally important they are." Tone lightly teasing, he waved down the bartender for another drink and was rewarded with one swiftly.

She would say this; once she got her degree, she was going to fund project houses just so she could design them herself. His smirk grew at that. He raised his glass to her slight before taking a drink. "A worthy goal. Here's hoping you've got a good sense of style however." Now he was grinning. Now, was he always interested in cars? He had to ponder. "I think so. I enjoyed toying with my father's car to no end when I was younger." It came with a wry smile but he didn't dwell on the past. "That sort of tinkering habit continued all through high school to college. I suppose it was only natural."

Then dark eyes studied her. "And what about you then? Has interior design always been your passion?" Sometimes it could take a while to find.