Post by Astrid Samson on Feb 28, 2019 23:37:21 GMT -8
We open up inside of The Misfit Restaurant + Bar in Santa Monica, California. The lights were dim and the mood was set and even on a Wednesday night was pretty busy. In the upstairs area, Astrid Sedin was celebrating with her niece, Jazmin Davis and a few close friends, her finishing the California Bar Exam . She was a few drinks in when she decided that it was finally time to “break the seal” and went to the ladies’ room to do so. After doing her business and washing her hands, Astrid pushes the door open and went to walk out when standing directly in front of her was her estranged husband, Joshua Samson, Esquire.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: I thought...I thought that was you…
He hiccups a bit as his words come out slurred. Her eyes were glazed over and her cheeks were rosy.
Astrid Sedin: Yeah… it’s me. And I thought I was hallucinating when I saw you from upstairs.
Joshua leans in and tucks some strands of her hair behind her ear.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: I hope you washed your hands?
Astrid Sedin: Of course I did. I’m not a heathen ba… Josh.
She smiles a little bit as she hangs her thumbs in the band of her tight black leggings.
Astrid Sedin: You’re looking suave tonight.
He looks himself up and down, admiring his “suaveness.”
Joshua Samson, Esquire: I do, don’t I?
Astrid Sedin: Honestly, you always do… even when you’ve got a severe case of bed head.
A slight giggle escapes from her lips as her smiles grows a bit wider.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: WHAT?!
Not giving a care, the Owner Extraordinaire walks past the Iconic Queen and into the female bathroom from which Astrid just came out of.
Astrid Sedin: Uh Josh… the men’s room is down that way.
She points down the hall where there was a door to the men’s room but Joshua was already in the women’s bathroom. Confused, Astrid follows him in.
Astrid Sedin: What are you doing in here?
Joshua Samson, Esquire: You said I had bed head!
Staring into the mirror above the sink, he frantically hand combs his hair.
Astrid Sedin: Stop, stop… let me do it.
She pushes his hands away before running her fingers through his hair, making it lay the way that it always does and so it didn’t look a mess. Once finished, she looks into his eyes.
Astrid Sedin: There… that’s a lot better.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Is it though?
He slides his right arm around her waist and pulls her into him, their bodies pressed together tightly, their mouths mere inches from one another.
Astrid Sedin: Mhm… a lot. Though like i was saying, you always look good no matter what.
Astrid’s arms hung down by her side as she bit her lower lip slightly. He proceeds to lean down and talk to her plantly soft kisses on her perfumed neck between each word.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: You...don’t...look...bad...your...damn...self...Astrid…
Astrid Sedin: I…
Her hands move up to rest on his shoulders and she struggles to find the words.
Astrid Sedin: I… I tried to look half put together.
Slowly her hands move up and caress the back of his head.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Even...half...looks...totally...good…
The neck kissing intensifies as his palms her behind with both hands.
Astrid Sedin: Josh… someone could walk in and cat…
She could feel her body starting to relax as she tilts her head back.
Astrid Sedin: Oh screw it. Keep going.
Lifting her up and embracing her tightly, he kisses her all over her neck, moving down to her cleavage while at the same time walking toward the bathroom door to place her back against it.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: We...we...we...really….shouldn’t be…
Astrid Sedin: But it feels too good to stop… it’s natural to us. But if you want to stop…
She reaches behind her and locks the door. He kisses her chest above her shirt.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: I...don’t...want to...pressure...you...You’re...you’re..I’m...drunk…
Astrid Sedin: I always… want you.
She breathes heavily.
Astrid Sedin: I… might be drunk… there’s no pressuring me… if it’s something I want.
He kisses back up until their lips meet, their tongues dashing in and out of each others mouth. She closes her eyes as she kisses him back, letting her body melt into his as she holds the back of his head again. Her legs clench around his grinding waist.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Here...now?
She kisses at his neck.
Astrid Sedin: Take me home… This place… I don’t think they’d appreciate the way we do things.
Grabbing a handful of her blonde hair, he pulls back listening to the small gasp of pleasure escape from her mouth as he looks into her eyes.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Here...now...
Astrid holds his face as she looks deep into her estranged husband’s eyes.
Astrid Sedin: Take me home… to Brentwood because the surfaces here are unforgiving. And then you can have all of me… and I mean that.
Slightly dejected, Joshua quizzically looks upon Astrid.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: So...not here?
Astrid Sedin: Oh god I want you… badly. But I also don’t want to have to stop. We need somewhere where we can go… all… night… long.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: But, but…
He drops his head upon her shoulder, inhaling the Magic in the Air resplendent all over her body.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: We better go all night long too!
He lifts his head, a smile on his face.
Astrid Sedin: Oh we will… I’ll even drink a Red Bull if I have to.
She smiles as she kisses him again.
Astrid Sedin: I have to leave a note for Jazzy. Tell her I got sick or something that I had to dash out.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: That’s fine. I rode the Iconic Bullet so I’ll meet you outside.
He releases his embrace of his wife before reaching into his pocket to produce his cellphone. Astrid’s feet touch the floor and she pulls her phone out from her back waistband.
Astrid Sedin: I order us an Uber? Or do you want to call your car service?
She unlocks the door and pulls it open. He rapidly types away at his phone.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Whatever you decide. But I’m sure an Uber will be here quicker.
Astrid Sedin: I will. Then I’ll write the note. You make arrangements for that sexy motorcycle to make it back home.
She stands on her tip toes and kisses him again, holding onto the door so she doesn’t lose her balance. She smiles as she quickly opens her Uber app and orders an Uber Black ride as she heads to the bar to write the note for Jazzy.
Joshua Samson, Esquire
