Lets pretend I didn't read the original plot

Making Money pt 5

Instead of the familiar sensation of smacking into a floor surface a new sensation of being caught around the middle was introduced. As it was I couldn't call the situation a heroic save since it felt like I'd tried to hop out of a car while still wearing my seat belt and I could still see the ground precariously close to coming into contact with my hands and potentially my face.

The band around my waist shifts and I am pulled back to stand up straight. As I get my balance I look up into a pair of amused silver eyes.... plot can you take your events elsewhere I don't want them.

"Well hello again, I don't think I got your name last time." The dark haired model man says while his eyes flick to the side going cold for a moment before focusing back on me. Well no you didn't cause I pretty sure your plot central and I don't want to know. 

"Huh, we must have missed that," I offer a winning smile in response. 

"Hmm, well that is easy to rectify I'm Lee," he holds a hand out as he speaks. Tch, persistent.

"I'm Rayne nice to meet you." I shake his hand then gesture to let me pass. A glance over my shoulder showed Kain still behind me. "Kain, can we get this done I want to work some on my computer."

"Doing something?" Lee asks stepping to the side but taking my arm in a gentlemanly manner that at the same time had the paculiar ring of shackle.

"Photo, model competition, good money, school fees." I summarise briefly since I was getting the impression that Lee was going to be the insistent type.

"hmm, the young talent competition, in the modelling section? it is well funded." Lee nods as he begins to lead me through the carriage towards a nice bar, complete with stools that seemed out of place on a train.

"Thanks" i say as i slid onto the chair and smile at the bartender. "Can i have a bottle of your lightest pre-mixed drink?" Modeling was buy and large about the product not the person so if i was going to do this thing i might as well go all the way, and this scene was perfect for advertising ladies pre-mixed drinks.

the bartender stares at Lee for a minute before snapping to attention and handing me a apple cinnamon vodka combination called Sweet Spice more what i'd expect from a cider but it suited my purpose. i accepted the bottle and tilted it to my lips while glancing sideways at Kain who started and then hurriedly snapped the photo. i then set the bottle down and turned back to the bartender. "Can i have a glass of juice, also you may with to remember to check ID from now on." I was of age but unless i was drastically misunderstanding my own reflection it was ambiguous as to what age i actually was. As the bartenders face takes on a horrified expression i fished out my ID and set on the bar as re-assurance.

"i don't suppose either of you drink this?" i gesture to the bottle, i had no interest in self inflicted harm and with my typical balance alcohol was just a bad idea.