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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.

Comments

[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."

[fixyourproblem]

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.