knightsoflegend | open ♔ valentine's day

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open ♔ valentine's day

♬ Careless Whisper - George Michael

WHO || Anyone and their special someone [Closed]
WHAT || Various Valentine's Day activities
WHERE ||Anywhere
WHEN || Feb 14th, 2016
HOW || Actionspam or Prose

[ It's Valentine's Day! ( aka Singles Awareness Day ) Assume that all missions that are posted already are going out after this. ♥ ]

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Keeping 'em talking is a good way to keep alive. Just a tip.

I'll keep that in mind for the next time.

Not that I have a habit of running into those types.

I'm surprised, when you make a habit of following strange men who buy strange items.

I wouldn't say it's a habit per say. [She drawls, glancing to him with mild amusement.]

It paid off today, though.

You haven't run screaming yet. Seems you're quite an unusual woman.

[She chuckles.] There's alcohol here. I'd stick it out for that alone.

Is that the only reason?

["There might be something more than that."

It's a quick cut, something abrupt and unexpected that has her suddenly back in the hallway outside his apartment. Her fingers are tucking into the loose knot of his tie, yanking it hard as her other hand pulls the ends of her own shirt out of the waist of her jeans. It's hurried and rushed, but she's never really been the type to take things slow and steady. From the hallway to the doorway. Heavy breathing and amused sounds come along with the fumbling of fingers as more clothing is shed and left behind them. She goes from against the doorway to against the wall. Supported by him. Surrounded by him. It's a blur of skin and tongue and teeth and --

Jo clears her throat, catching herself in the brief fantasy before returning her attention to her beer.]

Nope. Just the beer.

[ well that was a ballin' sense motive check on his part, so he at least catches some meaning in her pause there and sits watching her carefully for a long moment, before finishing off his own drink in one swig. ] Pity, that.

[She still watches him, moving to finish her own drink.]

Is it?

Not a great night to go home alone.

[Even though the glass is empty, she still touches it, tipping it onto the edge of its base and rocking it slowly side to side. Living at the castle means that she never goes home to an empty place, but it's definitely not the same as what she is pretty sure he's implying. (sense motive 22 total)]

Because of the holiday or because you're worried I might follow another guy home?

Little bit of both, let's say.

[She smirks, amused but also curious if this is something she actually wants to just walk away from. It's been a while since she's had time for herself and it's been even longer since she's had a reason not to just head back.]

Well, I'd hate for you to be so concerned.

Then I suppose I'd better offer you an escort.

[She makes an amused sound, smirking at him. She can't actually let him walk her home, despite it being an almost gentlemanly thing.]

And where might you be escorting me?

Where are you staying?

[She still plays with her empty glass. Her fingertip tapping against the side of it as she considers her options.]

I've been staying with a few friends. [It's technically the truth. She has friends in the Knights.]

Super comfy couch. [She smirks with that reply, because it's funny and also because she's stretching that truth, too. (bluff 19)]

Can't be good for your back, y'know.

Well aren't you a gentleman. Concerned about my safety and my health and wellness? And you're single on Valentine's Day? [She makes a quiet tsking sound.]

Do you have any recommendations to ensure I don't cause any undue pain?

Well, I could be a gentlemen and make some room for a lady.

[She stops fidgeting with the empty glass and sits up a bit straighter, leaning in as both arms rest to the surface of the table.]

It would be rude of me to not accept such a generous offer, wouldn't it?

And we'd hate to be rude. [ he slaps a palm on the table decisively and then gets to his feet, grabbing his coat ] Shall we?

[She pushes to her feet, reaching for her own jacket and slipping it on.]

Yeah, let's go. [Because, it's been a long time and all of her coy responses are just delaying the inevitable. So, she's just ready to get out of here and into his trenchcoat. Or you know, whatever.]

Edited (grammar check) 2017-12-08 04:05 (UTC)

[ not gonna argue that. off they go back to his place, which is ... still full of all that shady shit out on the table, but they're a little distracted from the moment the door is half-closed.

too bad he's got a bad case of liquor dick.

str 3
dex 3
fort 24
wis 6
cha 18

welp. at least he's entertaining... and persistent. ]

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