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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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[succubestie]

Just as he's taking that breath and speaking, she's passing out those shots to each of them, finishing up just as she finishes asking.

See, that was much better.

"I'd love to," she replies with a winning smile (cha/charm 28).

She lifts up her shot as if in toast, smiling between the both of them. "See, that wasn't so hard." She winks at Brantley. "You've got a quick learner on your hands. Or he has good teachers."

[fixyourproblem]

Brantley smiles proudly for Andrew, "Yeah, great job!" He is sincerely happy for him, maybe a little bit jealous since Andrew has scored one of the hottest women in the bar, but yeah, he is happy for him.

He follows Bo, raising his shot. "He is the smart one after all. But I guess I am a good teacher, aren't I?" Sensing the celebratory mood, he chuckles a joke.

[badexample]

Andrew doesn't smile at first. He just stares, mouth hanging half open while Brantley congratulates the both of them. There are several long beats of pause before he finally sputters out a response.

"You're sure? Dinner. And you know it's with me, right?" He is absolutely floored by the notion, but his first instinct is to think its a joke. "Did he put you up to this?" He jerks a thumb in Brantley's direction.

[succubestie]

Bo is an equal opportunity dater. If it doesn't work out, she'd go out with you too, Brantley.

"It's dinner, not marriage," she replies, chuckling. "Besides, it'll be fun." But she shakes her head. "Nope, we just met today too, right?" Besides, she doesn't need to be put up to something just to go out for one night. She's a girl who makes her own decisions, thank-you-very-much.

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"Yeah, today's the first time we met. And trust me, rather than setting up someone else for a date, I would set one for myself." He throws a small laughs.

As charming as he is, Brantley never had much luck in a relationship. In fact, he have never been in a romantic relationship before. There were lots of casual ones, but never a romantic one.

"Be confidence in yourself, won't you? Don't take this wrong, but given the right conditions, even I would date you." Brantley tries to convinces him with a soft smile. (diplomacy 23)

[badexample]

Despite how diplomatic Brantley might be, Andrew will still give him a hard look because why are you always talking about dating him? He tries to shake that off and looks to Bo instead. He's just scored a date with someone way out of his league. That's the part he needs to focus on, right?

"Fun, yeah. So... when are you free?" Because he literally does nothing with his life so his schedule is wide open.

[succubestie]

Bo has to laugh. "You two are too cute."

Maybe Brantley swings both ways. She's certainly not going to judge, considering she does too.

"Barring any surprise missions that may pop up, duty calls and all, I'm free all weekend."

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Not just two ways, given the right chemistry, Brantley takes everything he can get, either they're human, Shadowkind, or obscure creature. He never had enough chemistry with someone who's not human shaped though. Most of them prefer Brantley on a silver plate rather than a bed and Brantley isn't interested in that kind of 'play'. Although sometimes even the humanoid ones want him on the dinner table.

"Well, I'm pretty sure you don't want third party on your date." He finishes his drink and stands up. "Good luck." He firmly pats Andrew shoulder and leaves with a smile. For another table, of course.

[badexample]

For as much as Andrew thought that Brantley was kind of weird, he was at least a buffer. Now Andrew is sitting at a bar with the attention of an extremely attractive woman, that he somehow tricked into going on a date with him.

Gulp.

"So, eh- Saturday? 8 o'clock?"

[succubestie]

"8 pm in the front lobby? I'll see you then."

She stands up straighter then, looking pleased. Then, her expression changes as if she's just realized something, before she adds:

"Oh, and if I'm five minutes late, don't panic. Punctuality isn't my best feature."

[badexample]

"Right. Okay... Front lobby means castle lobby right?" Look, with his lucky, she would mean some lobby associated with this bar or something and ugh he would screw it up.

"Do you want to pick where we go or..?" Oh god he might have to come up with a plan. This was going to end terribly.

[succubestie]

"Yes, sir."

She chuckles quietly, tilting her head to the side.

"Choice of place is all on you. Another word of advice? Don't think about it too hard. Pick something you like and not what you think will impress me."

Because if he did, and he picked some place that wasn't his style, it was going to make things harder on him instead of easier.