Cosmo

We started a writers' group over email in Yonago. The topic of the first writing exercise is writing about non-verbal communication. My first entry @ 319 words:

Jillian slurped at her Cosmopolitan loudly while her girlfriend droned on about The Boyfriend. The Cosmo was halfway finished, but her girlfriend has hardly touched her apple Martini. Jillian put the Cosmo back on the coaster, and played with the ring of condensation on the Minimalist aluminum high table, making swirls with her fingertips. It was a trendy bar on its second Friday since the opening—Jillian could not have gotten in without the help of the bassist in the same band as the cubicle mate of The Boyfriend.
“…can you believe that he…” Jillian’s eyes wandered from the waiter’s shoulders to the bartender’s hands, and finally rested on the charcoal pinstripes of the twenty-something who just walked in and joined another trio of clean-shaven twenty-somethings in the 28% tax bracket. The pinstripe sat down and looked her way.
“…got off work at 7, but I didn’t get his call until…” Jillian’s eyes stopped wandering. Her fingers left the table, and slowly lifted her hair behind her ears. She tongued her upper lip, moistening and making it glossy.
“…I mean, he could’ve…” Jillian looked away and sat up straight. With both hands, she lifted her hair back, and her proud breasts up. The pinstripe didn’t find the waiter from her direction, apparently.
“…there’s no way…” Jillian’s feline nose crinkled slightly for a nanosecond. She took off one of her porcelain pink slingbacks. Legs crossed, she dangled it rhythmically under the table with her pedicured toes. Her long skirt strategically ruffled to reveal the StairMaster-ed calf. She gently massaged her heel under the suggestively dim light.
“…surely he could’ve…” The pinstripe caught it, or was caught. Jillian could feel his wandering eyes. With her hand, Jillian directed his stare from her heel up her calf, to her thigh, and finally to her almost finished Cosmo.
“…I mean, how could he?” Jillian giggled and drank the last bit of her Cosmopolitan.