monaco ♔ there is no peace that i've found so far

[roams]

Set Fire to the Third Bar - Snow Patrol

WHO || Faith, Quinn  [closed]
WHAT ||Faith leaves the Knights behind for awhile
WHERE || Monte Carlo, Monaco ; 10pm
WHEN || Dec --> onward
HOW || Actionspam

[  Leaving the broken castle in her wake, Faith sets off to fulfill her word and meet up with Irish art thief Quinn O'Connor in Monoco, 'away from it all'.  Once she lets him know that she's on her way, he gives her a location:  cheekily enough, it's the roof of a place called Ignite Lounge.

no really.  ]

Comments

[msattentionspan]

[Faith has no problem watching him walk up to the bar and get the drinks. It's probably just the way he leans against the bar that really keeps her attention.]

[roams]

[ not on purpose at all, nope. he comes back with an umbrella in both their drinks, dammit. ] There you are.

[msattentionspan]

[She smirks at the inclusion of the paper umbrellas, plucking the one from her drink and letting it roll between the fingertips of her one hand as she takes a sip of her drink, keeping an eye on Quinn to see what he does with his own umbrella.]

[roams]

[ he removes it, considering for a moment, before he tucks it in his lapel, looking down at it appraisingly ] What do you think?

[msattentionspan]

[Her smirk widens to a grin as she nods.] Just that small pop of color. Nice.

[She twirls hers once more before tucking it into her hair, carefully. (Because, that is still a toothpick at the end there and no one needs that scratching her head.) She eases back into the chair again, sipping her drink and watching the crowd. She'll want to get into the middle of it eventually, but for the moment she's good with this. Now that her one hand isn't holding onto the umbrella she reaches to brush her fingertips against the back of his hand.]

[roams]

[ his eyes drop to her touch on his hand, and light with a smile as he glances back up to study the umbrella ] ... Beautiful.

[msattentionspan]

[There are times where Faith realizes that she missed out on that high school girl "crush" experience. She doesn't have the memories of rushing to her gal pals to gush about a hot guy. There aren't times where she squealed about a guy saying something, no jumping around adorably happy that he's so dreamy or so hot. It's safe to say that in this moment, Faith is experiencing all of that internally. The only reflection that could be seen of that inner elation is a sweeping hint of color across her cheeks as she grins at him.]

Finish that up and I'm gonna drag you onto that dance floor.

[roams]

I really like the idea of you dragging me anywhere. [ he smirks over the rim of his glass, as he happily obliges that order. ]

[msattentionspan]

I'm gonna hold you to that. [She replies with a smirk. She finishes her drink and sets the glass on the table before rising to her feet. Her hands press to the arms of his chair, leaning over him as she smirks at him.] Definitely gonna hold you to that.

[roams]

[ he grins widely, placing his own emptied glass aside and looking up at her, raising one eyebrow ] Still waiting on that dragging.

[msattentionspan]

[Without anymore words, Faith's hand reaches for the front of Quinn's shirt, curling the fabric in against her fingers and pulling it into her fist. She tugs him up with her (str 25) until they're both standing. Then, without looking behind her, as she moves backwards, she drags him with her (navigate 19) through the crowd until she assumes they're in a good spot to start dancing. Of course, she doesn't let any actual space exist between them once she starts.]

[roams]

[ he chuckles at the momentum as she yanks him up and into the crowd they go, his hand finding its way to her hip, pulling her even more flush against him since they're apparently both of a mind there. ]