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[fixyourproblem]

WHO || Brantley River, Andrew Gatewood and open to possible victims all.
WHAT || Brantley teaches Andrew how to flirt.
WHERE ||Bar
WHEN || Night, Sept 7th
HOW || actionspam or prose

At his mentor's request, Brantley immediately takes off to the bar. Dressed in a smart casual attire, he sits at the counter waiting for the arrival of his mentor. Though, in this case, he is the one who does the teaching.

The bar is already filled with a few number of patrons, chatting and sharing one's life memories with each other, but Brantley just sits there, lost in his thought. A bar was never a strange place for Brantley, but when someone goes through the same career path as his, the only friend you could share enjoyable drinks and exciting stories with is yourself.

He waits patiently as he enjoy the moment of peace in the dimly lit bar.

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[allmydreams]

Felicity is sitting further down the way, idly stirring her drink with the toothpick that the martini had come with. She's contemplating her prospects for tonight, whether she wants to practice a new cover, or maybe brush up on some other skills. Bars are never just for socializing, as far as she's concerned, especially one that's out there in the world and not under the protection of the Knights.

Even if she's there to have fun, she still needs to be careful. She's fresh off a mission and her instincts still tell her to keep a low profile, which means not getting too sloppy with things - not that she ever really did.

She notices Brantley down the way, his face vaguely familiar, but not quite familiar enough for her to place it. Still, at the same time, he's fairly attractive. She'll let that attention linger for a moment, if he doesn't mind.

[fixyourproblem]

Even when zoning out, Brantley could notice a lovely women is eyeing him (spot 21). With a bit of a smile, he take a piece of napkin and writes something on it. After that, he summons the bartender and gives the napkin along with a couple of requests.

Not long, the bartender walks toward the lady. He puts a glass of cocktail and the napkin in front of her and walks away without any comment. The clear-colored cocktail, decorated with ice cube and raspberry, reflects light to its viewer. At the same time, the note delivers its message to the reader with its ink-stained skin.

Just something to enjoy the view with.

Meanwhile, Brantley just waits for the women to read his note and for the chance to greet her with a charming smile(cha 17).

[allmydreams]

She turns when she sees the drink arrive, reading the note with an amused look and glancing up to meet his smile. She doesn't even hesitate before before flipping it over and scribbling a corresponding note on the back and handing it back to the waiter.

Doesn't have to be a view.

When he looks up, she'll be tapping her foot against the lower rung of the bar stool next to her, before raising her eyebrows back at him expectantly.

[fixyourproblem]

Brantley rises from his seat just after receiving invitation from the fair lady, and at the same time the bartender hands him a glass of brown-colored cocktail. He grabs the drinks and takes a seat on the bar stool next to her. Without turning his head sideways toward the women, he calmly sips his drink.

"The view in this bar is beautiful, isn't it? But it may be hard for you to see without a mirror." Rather than playing it cool, he launches a pretty cheesy pickup line.

[allmydreams]

She laughs a bit at that, before giving a bit of a shrug. "I don't know. I'm sure I'm not the only beautiful thing in here, and I do have an appreciative eye."

She will turn those cheesy lines back on you if you don't stop her. She has a bit of an appreciation for cheesy. She then extends a hand to him as she does.

"I'm Felicity." She's too tired for an alias tonight.

[fixyourproblem]

Amused, Brantley lets out a bit of a grin. It's pretty rare to see a girl who actually counters his lines. Most of them just giggle a bit or leave, but sometimes, he is introduced to another person. Though angry boyfriend is not someone you want to be introduced to.

"Brantley." He accepts her hand and shakes it gently.

"Well, I'm not sure about appreciative, but I can testify that they are enchanting." Still smiling, he fires the second shot.

wow i am sorry that this took me so long. also I am crashing all these threads for hilarity...

[badexample]

Andrew was in the bathroom, still uncertain how this whole "flirting lesson" thing was going to work out, but he was... here. When he came back, he found that his squire was... not there. Very confused, he glances around wildly for the other man. Andrew is not very good with social situations and now he's left by himself and wondering if this was some kind of joke? He's easily flustered, the poor dear.

[allmydreams]

Poor, poor Andrew. Especially poor Andrew considering that that last line was enough to keep her attention on Brantley and not really care about much else going on around her (spot 9.5). She sees Andrew there, but she doesn't care enough to connect the dots at the moment.

She's having such a nice conversation.

"Enchanting. Good word." She certainly approves. "Got any other ones while you're at it?"

i feel bad for this but the dice surely doesn't

[fixyourproblem]

Indeed, Enchanting she is. Brantley is too enchanted with the current matter, he doesn't realize Andrew has already returned from the bathroom (spot 7). Something tingles in his head, but he is so under a spell, he doesn't even care to remember. (wis 7 reroll nat 1).

"For a lovely dame like you, of course." He continues his smile throughout the words. "But I might bore you, since you must have heard all compliments in the world." The third time, he adds extra cheese on it.

[badexample]

Andrew just sort of assumes this is what Brantley intended? For him to sit back and watch and observe for now. He's okay with it. He just wishes he could hear better, so after glancing around, he takes a seat at a table closer to his squire and tries to act casual so he's not just... staring at them.

[allmydreams]

Unfortunately for poor Andrew, Felicity is totally and completely oblivious (wis crit. fail). In fact, she could possibly even be giggling at Brantley's cheese. That is how not caring about everyone else around her she is right now. At least they're hitting it off?

"Well, a lovely dame like me never minds hearing some of them twice," she grins, resting her chin in her hand as she does. "Flattery can get you everywhere."

[theshameofcain]

Bambi, cigarette dangling out of her mouth, a half-empty glass of some sort of fruity drink currently balanced in her hand, notices Brantley right away. He's not the first person from the castle she's seen here either.

"I didn't realize this was the local hangout," She pulls her cigarette out of her mouth, and extinguishes it in an ashtray at the bar. "We keep coming here, they'll have to redo it in a dragon motif."

[fixyourproblem]

Brantley is enjoying a glass of scotch when the familiar face greets him. "Yeah, maybe add in some swords too." He puts his glass down and turns toward her. "Maybe that'll attract more knights to this place."

"Or some medieval fanboys. Not much different I guess." He chuckles at his own cold joke.

[badexample]

Down the bar, Andrew finally flagged down the bartender to get him a drink. He walks back to Brantley and notices that someone has joined them... and that someone has the exact same drink as him.

There goes his theory that daiquiris can be manly too.

He recognizes Bambi from the equipment orientation. She was... actually pretty cool. She knew her stuff, at least, and for that, Andrew felt a little more comfortable seeing her there.

"'Lo." He offers her a short greeting as he returns. He doesn't have much more to say so he will just take a sip of his delicious fruity beverage.

[succubestie]

Sometimes, Bo takes it upon herself to be the bartender. It was one of the few things she remembered from the other side of the Veil, working the job, mixing the drinks, the conversation. And she enjoys it, getting to talk to the other knights in the castle in a relaxing atmosphere.

She just so happens to be doing it again tonight, setting Brantley's drink in front of him on a lightly salted napkin.

"Waiting for someone?" she asks out of curiosity.

[fixyourproblem]

Looking at Bo, Brantley can't help but to stare a bit. It's not often he sees a female bartender, and more so, a beautiful one. Luckily, he is cool-headed enough so he doesn't ogle that much.(will 21)

Brantley smiles and nods. "Yeah, I'm waiting for my mentor. Got some drinks to buy and some lessons to teach."

[badexample]

This was a bad idea. Andrew had almost bailed, but at the last minute he found his backbone and decided he could do this. It was just one night, right? One potentially horrifyingly embarrassing night...

But he managed to talk himself into it long enough to get through the bar's doors. He huffed a sigh and glanced around, looking for his squire. By the time he spots the man at the bar, he also notices the extremely attractive woman there and nearly turns right around. This was a bad idea.

"...Hey." He says simply as he walks up and shucks his coat off. He offers Bo an extremely awkward smile before muttering to Brantley. "Sorry I'm late."

[succubestie]

"Lessons, hm?" she says, eyes moving to the guy that sits down beside him with interest. "Color me interested."

It looks like tonight will likely be one of those nights where she's glad she hangs out in a bar.

"What can I get you?" she asks, addressing the newcomer, since his 'teacher' already has his drink.

[fixyourproblem]

"Diplomatic affairs, especially in a place like this." He playfully answers to her as his mentor sits right next to him.

He sips his drink, waiting for his mentor to settle down a bit. And before Andrew could say anything, he gives him a piece of advice.

"A quick tip. Don't go to heavy. You don't want to be too drunk to do this." Actually, you don't want to be too drunk to do anything. Except getting drunk, of course.

[badexample]

Andrew doesn't actually... drink much. He's not especially social and drinking alone just sounds depressing.

"I'll have a... beer." It's boring but safe. Even if he doesn't really like beer much.

[succubestie]

"Bottle or tap?"

She asks with a smile, leaning casually forward with her hands on the bar. Nevermind that this gives the boys a good view of the goods. Low cut shirts will do that no matter what you do when a girl has curves like she does.

[fixyourproblem]

"Yeah, that's..." Before Brantley could finish his sentence, a couple of bombs drop down in front of them. The impact dazes him, making him unable to continue his sentence and forcing his vision to be directed to the impact zone.

But, with years' worth of life experience, he manages to regain his thought and makes a save without any further delay.(will 24)

"... a good choice." He smiles casually as if nothing has happened.

[badexample]

Andrew isn't so experienced to know not to stare, or rather, he's rarely given the opportunity to be face to face with such a beautiful woman to know any better. He's looking. Oh boy is he looking (will 8).

"Uh...b-bottle's fine." He says, addressing her chest.

[succubestie]

One corner of her mouth twitches up in amusement, because as much faith as she has in how she looks, it's always nice to have physical evidence that she's still got it.

She stands straight, grabs a bottle from the cooler, and flicks the cap off the bottle before she sets it in front of him.

"Here you go," she says, before she looks to the other. "So, diplomatic lessons in a bar-like setting. I bet I can guess where this is going." It is her specialty after all. "Anything I can do to help?"

[fixyourproblem]

"Of course." His smile widens. "You could help us practice. Maybe give us a few tips. A lovely lady like you surely must have gone through numerous diplomatic encounter in a place like this." In other words, lots of men must have hit on Bo.

"Well, Master Andrew, why don't we see what you can do? Try a few lines at our lovely bartender here, maybe." Still smiling, he sips his drink.