SOL - True Colors Part 1

Your pride still exists. It’s like watching a movie. Making a mistake in real-time. Your self-loathing flares up like a campfire.

“We can join them,” you say.

You don’t follow Olivia up there. That would look too passive. You stay beside her, and she doesn’t protest when you put your arm around her waist. Lara and Riley are done up similarly to the two of you. That little dress doesn’t look completely natural on Riley, but she looks unbelievably pretty with her hair down. Meanwhile, Lara looks… probably a lot like you look. It bothers you that you share all the same sensibilities: trying to project alpha status without appearing masculine.

She’s better at it than you are, and you can’t understand why. You’re a top player. You’ve bedded more attractive women than you can even remember. There should be no limit to your confidence, but something is different about Lara.

Lara looks wary as you approach, but she manages not to wear her distaste too obviously.

“Can we join you?” Olivia asks with a smile that’s equal parts sultry and mischievous.

Riley looks curious more than anything else. It’s gratifying that she’s staring a little, but you already know that she finds you attractive. That’s the problem. If she simply didn’t like you anymore, that’s something you could figure out. It’s this strange other place that you’ve found yourself in that’s making this so complicated.

Pride is another thing that you and Lara have in common.

“I would be impolite to say no,” she replies neutrally, throwing in a gracious gesture.

Olivia slides into the booth without hesitation or regard for personal space. You sit beside her as she cozies up to Lara.

Lara is unimpressed. Olivia’s absurd beauty and sex appeal are blunted by the fact that Lara is here with a girl like Riley.

“Didn’t you lose today?” she asks, not sounding particularly suspicious.

“I think you’re remembering it wrong,” Olivia laughs.

“I don’t think so.”

“Doesn’t matter. How about a drink?” Olivia is already waving to a server. She orders a double round of negronis, disregarding that Riley is drinking a vodka lime and Lara has a martini.

“There it is,” Olivia says, seeing phones on the lower floor pointed in their direction.

“Did you come up here for a photo op?” Riley asks, indignant.

“Why else? Is there something else that you’re good for?” Olivia asks, taking her drink off the tray and sipping it. “I’ve heard things. About both of you.”

Riley blushes. Lara plays it cool.

“I’m surprised to see you asking for charity,” she replies, nonplussed.

“Charity?” Olivia looks offended. She places a negroni in front of Lara. “You think that I don’t believe in reciprocity?”

Olivia doesn’t bat an eyelid.

“Too much love to share with one hard cock,” she replies. She pats your leg as an afterthought and glances at you. “No offense.”