Michael Vaughn walked into the cloud of cigarette smoke, annoyed at Weiss. What was wrong with their regular sports bar? A couple of beers, some pizza, and the game, simple as that. He should never have told Weiss that he broke up with Alice. Now that meant they were available to single guys' night out. Joy. SO now he had been dragged into a club. Normally, Vaughn would be more excited about this kind of thing. The CIA didn't allow for much relaxing and doing "guyish" things. However, Weiss was annoyingly right, meetings with Sydney left him rather unstrung. He had already used all his strings in trying to protect and comfort her without crashing her into his lips in two seconds. So much for the responsibility lecture he had given himself in a mirror this morning.
"Vaughn, my man!" Weiss shouted, lifting his arm in greeting. Vaughn smiled and made his way over.
"Eric, what's going on?" Vaughn hugged Weiss. Well, not hugged persay, it was more of a handshake slash clasp thing, he ended up deeming it the man hug.
Weiss gestured with a look to a very attractive young blonde was sneaking them a look over her shoulder. In the spirit of things, Vaughn gave her a once over.
"Weiss, come on man, she's like- thirteen," Vaughn criticized his choice good naturedly.
"Loosen up, Michael, Sydney's a big girl, you don't need to coddle her." Weiss raised his eyebrows at his best friend. He sighed, Vaughn always managed to get a) seriously worried or b) seriously lovesick after a meeting with Sydney.
"I don't 'coddle' her!" Vaughn replied indignantly.
"You do too." Weiss looked him straight in the eye, challenging him to disagree. He opened his mouth to speak again, but then thought better of it.
"She already has enough problems. I'm her HANDLER. It' my job to make sure she's all right. If she isn't all right, we can't exactly send her on missions, can we?" Vaughn hissed at him, keeping his voice down, though he doubted it was necessary over the pulsating music.
"Whatever." Weiss shrugged, noncommitaly. To the bartender, he said, "We'll take two scotches on the rocks."
Sighing, Vaughn knocked back about a 1/3 of his drink in one gulp. He nursed it while they talked about sports, who was smarter, women, whatever came to mind. However, Vaughn just wasn't into it. The look on Sydney's face when he left her, it left him feeling terrible. The brilliant solution to that? Find a girl.
The blonde made her way over after Vaughn bought her a drink while Weiss flirted with the brunette on their left. Vaughn had to wonder exactly how much liquor they had.
"Hey," she smiled, sucking the olive from her martini.
"Hey," Vaughn answered, making eye contact. He might have had a bit much to drink, as her blue eyes were rather blurry. "How are you doing?"
"I'm good." She smiled, resting her fingers on his arm. "It was my twenty third birthday yesterday. We're having a girl's night out." She gestured her friends out on the dance floor, gyrating to the beat.
"Mmmmmm. Happy Birthday," Shit, this totally had to classify as cradle robbing. What would Sydney say, he was flirting with a girl that was 10 years younger than he was! Agh. There it was, Sydney again. Who was sitting at home alone. Shit. He felt terrible. Sighing, he turned back to the lovely blonde.
"Look, enjoy your drink and your birthday. I gotta go, you look great, by the way." Vauhgn excused himself, grabbed his jacket, and headed straight to the door.
"Wait. Call me." She scribbled her phone number on the bar napkin and smiled seductively. Vauhgn hesitated. And then he saw the disappointment again.
"I'm sorry, I can't." He smiled as he pushed the napkin back toward her. "Tell the guy over there that I left, all right? Thanks." Vaughn smiled at her before heading out the door, feeling her very confused glance on his back. He knew the feeling. What was he doing? He was single now. Shouldn't he be exploiting every oppurtunity to hook up with hot women? He sighed as he reached his car. No, because Sydney would always be hotter. DAMN. He punched his steering wheel before pressing the gas pedal.
He took out his cell phone, and punched in the number he knew by muscle memory. It rang a couple of times.
Vaughn smiled slightly, she was home.
He sped off to their self-storage cage.