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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on May 28, 2007 16:53:07 GMT -5
Feeling a slight twinge of pain, Alfonz held his face the same. The booth was much to small for two people. He had determined that at the second kick. Alfonz, however. tried to listen to the conversation at hand taking in as much as needed. She lived with a roommate and received money from her parents, and had a job. She was young, so it didn't surprise him. He actually would never admit it out loud, but if it wasn't for his quidditch career, he had no idea where he'd be in his life at that moment.
At the last kick, he moved his leg further back against the booth. Looking down at what she was doing, he heard her apology and looked back up only with his eyes. "Ya know, I always believed footsie to be a child's game...but I do like it rough," he smirked knowing he was taking a chance with his harmless flirts but finding the night was dying quickly he thought he'd make some kind of snide remark. His tone silent, but growled at the younger woman across the table as he positioned himself so that his leg was no longer in her kicking range. He smirked at the girl, and took another sip of his drink.
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Post by Shay M. Loire on May 28, 2007 17:04:28 GMT -5
With half a glass of Firewhiskey in her belly, the fire in her mouth was tantamount with the fire in her words. And just as so, she didn't feel the same amount of embarrassment as she did when engaged in flirting, whether she instigated it or not. "The beautiful thing about footsie is that though it's childish, it still holds the same message for adults." Following that, she picked up her glass, and drank some more of it, slyly peaking at him through the bottom of the glass. She was definitely not used to alcohol.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on May 28, 2007 21:01:30 GMT -5
Raising an eyebrow, Alfonz dared to ask if the girl was just a bit tipsy but decided against it. He smirked and tipped his head, "Touche." Lifting his gaze back to hers, he watched as she took a sip from her alcohol again and peered through the glass. It was too good of a moment not to make another comment. "You see something you like?" It was more blunt then usual, but he thought by now the girl could take it. And what was a little fun? It didn't mean anything. It was just for fun. Appearances even.
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Post by Shay M. Loire on May 30, 2007 15:05:15 GMT -5
"Maaybe," she said with a devilish grin as she lowered the glass. Normally she would have been with flushed cheeks, unbelieving of what she did or didn't say, but it was more liberated, and anticipated. As if she had to hold it back for some time.
"Then again, I think I'm just shopping around." Now there was less than quarter of Firewhiskey left. She wanted to slow down the consumption, but by then she didn't know what slow could possibly mean.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on May 30, 2007 17:30:23 GMT -5
"Would another drink help your shopping?" Alfonz said softly, leaning in towards the woman a bit. He noticed how fast she drank most of the Firewhiskey and was intrigued to see the other side of herself that she was presenting. He could have been overstepping his boundries a bit, but it was her call on the drink, and it didn't matter to him either way. His lips already smirking, seemed to curl a bit more.
Looking at her, and then to the bar, he took the last sip of his drink as he moved his leg under the table. It brushed up against hers slightly. "Though, another drink," he said as he looked Shay over playfully,"and I'd have to insist on walking you home."
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Post by Shay M. Loire on May 30, 2007 17:45:14 GMT -5
Shay contemplated to her drink about the choices given to her. However, with a mind loose from judgement and regret, it only took a brief, unseen discussion between her and her glass to choose what she wanted to choose. Finishing off that last quarter, she held the glass up and towards, a signal without words to gesture her desire for another one. But it wasn't for the drink itself... now was it?
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on May 30, 2007 17:53:25 GMT -5
His smirk only increased, and an unknown flutter in his stomach jumbled his nerves a bit. "As you wish," he said as he again stood and made his way to the bar. His strolled just a bit, the smirk still on his face. Appearances were one thing, and who really knew the young lady that he was with? And it wasn't like he'd find his picture the next day in the paper with the girl; she was the photographer after all.
After recieving their drinks, he walked almost too fast back to their table. Without spilling a drop, he set the drink down and sat with his on the other side. She seemed content to the man, and he wondered how he could spice things up just a bit more. He hadn't had this much fun with another person since...wait....had he? It was that sense about her, the something that he was intrigued by. He wasn't in the least bit tipsy, but still his mind was clouded by why he was still there. He had gotten everything out of her he wanted....didn't he?
"How's your shopping going?" he jested, moving a leg in close proximity to her own, but out of her kicking range. He figured that the logical move to make to avoid the kicking would be to have his legs laced with her own. It was only logical after all. It meant nothing more...but as he took a sip of his drink he caught himself thinking...was logic really all?
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Post by Shay M. Loire on May 30, 2007 18:14:52 GMT -5
As he obeyed and took to giving her another drink, she tried carefully to see the environment around her. With the pan-glance, she saw nothing wrong with it, nothing wrong with it at all. It was as if she never drank a thing. But as she tried this with closing her eyes, things took a bit of a turn, literally. She scrunched up her face. Damnit, she cursed herself as she quickly massaged her brows. Sober up, Shay. Sober up! Again, it wasn't flirting that embarassed her. Instead of that, she was more embarassed by how quickly she could be out of it. She was feeling like a walking contradiction more than anything else. But that's as much as deep thinking went, especially when he came back, all she could shift back to was his unspoken response before of brushing his leg against hers.
Her eyelids were heavy, but it didn't necessarily mean that she was getting sleepy again. In fact, having the alcohol only made her slightly, but slightly energetic. "I found something I like," she insinuated.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on May 30, 2007 18:29:29 GMT -5
He looked around as if to find the person that she was interesting in. "I don't know, there are not many lookers in here," his statemint sopping with sarcasism as he looked back at Shay and smirked. He took another drink of his firewhiskey. What next was there to say? It wasn't as if he did this kind of thing all the time...he was out of practice...and a small part of him told him that he should have left a while ago. But he couldn't. Especially, after he had just boughten her another drink. Letting her walk home by herself was out of the question. What manners he did have, wouldn't allow him to just leave her. But in a small way, he didn't want to. There was still that need of finding out more about her, that his mind told him to find. There was more about this woman than met the eye.
"But I suppose there are a few," he smirked again wondering if that was the best he could do. And with his mindset at the moment, and how out of practice he was...yea....he figured it really was.
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Post by Shay M. Loire on May 30, 2007 18:38:22 GMT -5
"There is the time for the dodgy blokes to come out an' have a shout or two before going home to their depressing abodes," Shay said, feeling her words come together more like a run on or something. Maybe a sip would do her some good. Or a gulp. Either way, it was thirst quenching, and it satisfied her tastes. After that, though, she focused her eyes on him. "However, I think I'm looking at one of the few good ones." She smiled, more than a smirk, but less than a grin.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on May 30, 2007 18:55:04 GMT -5
As any man's ego would, Aflonz's boosted a bit, but not because someone had complimented him, but because she had complimented him. He heard all of the lines before, once or twice. Alfonz was used to having many of women throw themselves at him in school and at after quidditch games. Most of whom were dogs, many who were as dumb as bricks. They were all lazy and unworthy of his time. And in more than once case, Aflonz would swear that they were the most unhealthiest creatures he had ever seen in his life. But there it was again, the difference the younger woman had than many others. She seemed clean, well together, and not one of those who would throw herself at just anyone. And even now, Alfonz could see more and more of the alcohol talking than she herself. He knew that this was just for fun for the both of them...but then why stop it?
"Oh, is that so," he growled softly, trying to find the words to respond back to her with. He should have known this...he should have been able to say something just as catchy. So, why now did his intelligence have to fail him? Then something came..."I may have just found a particular item myself." So bad, he could have kicked himself.
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Post by Shay M. Loire on May 30, 2007 19:13:23 GMT -5
Again with the kaleidescope feeling. She had trouble juggling the focus on Alfonz and the awareness that she was a few drinks away from what few would call drunk. But she juggled them alright, and they were not showing signs of meshing. Not yet.
She fidgeted again, but it was slower and more rhythmic this time around. And for that, she was gentler in tapping on Alfonz's shoe. "Does it appease you?" she asked, taking in another gulp from her second Firewhiskey.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on May 30, 2007 19:30:57 GMT -5
"Very much so," his tone deep and soft, as if not to scare the girl away. Why he cared, he knew not. And at the moment, he was not feeling that he should be entitled to. He moved his leg slightly, placing it against hers from underneath the table. It may have been a bit of a move, but he was willing to risk it with how many times she had nudged him. "Though, with some particular items, it's not a matter of if you want them...more the question of, will they take well to you."
His eyes lit up as an eyebrow raised again, as if asking her back what she thought of him. "It takes two to tango...after all," he leaned in and whispered closely into her left ear.
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Post by Shay M. Loire on May 30, 2007 19:47:29 GMT -5
She smiled coyly at the whisper and laughed a little. "That's a good question to think about..." She looked to the side, looking like a girl who was thinking ardently. Her face told her amusement with this, and she was losing the ability to stay poker-faced. That bothered her, but not by much, though. If she was still laughing, then she was still having a good time.
"Honestly? Well, at first I was absolutely sure that I wasn't going to go for it. I mean, I was just about to chuck it into the clearance bin. But..." Her eyes had a newfound glimmer in them. "It took some cunning persuasion, and I'm feeling more confident with it."
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on May 30, 2007 20:01:40 GMT -5
Alfonz laughted a little in the the back of his throat. He was enjoying himself as well...surprisingly so. The night's plans were to gather the information needed to help his sister, had turned into his own flirtateous endevors. It was a good thing however, that other than for fun...it meant absolutely....almost.....practically nothing. His mind scolded him for going so deep, as his body told him that the way he was feeling was normal. His mind would then blame it on the alcohol, and his body would remind him that he only had three. What was going on with him?
He watched as her eyes sparkeled in a new and daring way. They seemed to ask just how far he would go to continue what they were doing. His logical side took over, "Don't let your confidence blind you. It could be rather dangerous." His hand moved ever so slyly from his glass and brushed up against hers. His glass was empty...what else was he going to do with the free hand?
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