( raleigh used to be the kind of guy that easily picked up women in bars and had a different one hanging on his arm every night; being a jaeger pilot had only helped his ability to be a ladies' man and he'd played up the ranger angle to his best benefit. he's not that guy anymore. he's got jagged edges that won't ever be worn smooth, torn places left by yancy's loss and five years of just going through the motions of life instead of truly living.
every once in a while, there's something that will spark his interest, something that's a bright flash of color in a bleak world. theirs is a world of monsters and villains, of big heroic clashes and final showdowns. he'd ducked into this bar for a quick drink and a few minutes to relax but he's captivated by the brunette nursing a drink beside him. )
Can I buy your next? I've been trying to work up the nerve to talk to you for at least ten minutes.
( she's drinking. she doesn't remember what it is that's in the glass — it might be rum and coke, might be a gin and tonic, might be straight vodka in a dirty cup; she doesn't know and doesn't rightly care. whatever it is, it's bitter. more importantly, it's strong. strong enough that daisy doesn't notice the man settling to her right, or the fact that his gaze doesn't leave her profile the entire time she sips at it.
she should notice. by all rights, she should be aware of her surroundings, be competent and capable enough to recognize when someone's in her space. but she's a little distracted tonight, a little loose at the seams from the alcohol flowing through her veins, so she doesn't.
she only notices when he talks; it's then that her attention swivels, shifts across from the bartop to his face, takes in all of him. god, he's good-looking, isn't he? daisy's not affronted by the interruption. no, she's all smiles as she shifts to face him, a wicked grin that crinkles the corners of her eyes and teases a dimple from her cheeks. )
I guess that depends on what you plan on buying me. ( a bold faced lie. ) I should warn you, I'm pretty demanding.
( raleigh can be a little demanding himself but he doesn't mind a little give and take. he demands it, almost, and he's glad to know that daisy's going to give him a run for his money in that department. he leans in, chances brushing a lock of hair back off her cheek. )
Yeah? How demanding? I can be a pretty good do-boy when I have to be.
I guess it depends on what you're into. The boots and whip are usually too much for a first date.
( is she kidding? she's probably kidding. she doesn't own a whip, anyway, and her boots are mostly pretty worn-in from being on the ground so much these days. not that she'd be opposed, really. at least not immediately. she could work up to that. maybe after some wining and dining, she might be persuaded to get weird in her off hours. it's not like her on hours aren't weird enough on their own. )
( raleigh doesn't bother suppressing the laugh that comes out at the mention of boots and a whip. he's never been into that but he's also the kind of guy who will try anything at least once - or twice if he really likes it. )
A little bit, yeah, but if you want to bring them out on the third date I could probably swing that.
( she's kidding. mostly. but if he's offering — and, technically, he already did — she's not going to say no to a free refill. a vague hand gesture towards an approaching barkeep, and her nearly-empty glass is swiftly replaced with one that's much more appealing. )
I can't remember the last time I went out with a guy for three actual dates, to be honest.
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every once in a while, there's something that will spark his interest, something that's a bright flash of color in a bleak world. theirs is a world of monsters and villains, of big heroic clashes and final showdowns. he'd ducked into this bar for a quick drink and a few minutes to relax but he's captivated by the brunette nursing a drink beside him. )
Can I buy your next? I've been trying to work up the nerve to talk to you for at least ten minutes.
one day i'll stop being garbage.
she should notice. by all rights, she should be aware of her surroundings, be competent and capable enough to recognize when someone's in her space. but she's a little distracted tonight, a little loose at the seams from the alcohol flowing through her veins, so she doesn't.
she only notices when he talks; it's then that her attention swivels, shifts across from the bartop to his face, takes in all of him. god, he's good-looking, isn't he? daisy's not affronted by the interruption. no, she's all smiles as she shifts to face him, a wicked grin that crinkles the corners of her eyes and teases a dimple from her cheeks. )
I guess that depends on what you plan on buying me. ( a bold faced lie. ) I should warn you, I'm pretty demanding.
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Yeah? How demanding? I can be a pretty good do-boy when I have to be.
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I guess it depends on what you're into. The boots and whip are usually too much for a first date.
( is she kidding? she's probably kidding. she doesn't own a whip, anyway, and her boots are mostly pretty worn-in from being on the ground so much these days. not that she'd be opposed, really. at least not immediately. she could work up to that. maybe after some wining and dining, she might be persuaded to get weird in her off hours. it's not like her on hours aren't weird enough on their own. )
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A little bit, yeah, but if you want to bring them out on the third date I could probably swing that.
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( she's kidding. mostly. but if he's offering — and, technically, he already did — she's not going to say no to a free refill. a vague hand gesture towards an approaching barkeep, and her nearly-empty glass is swiftly replaced with one that's much more appealing. )
I can't remember the last time I went out with a guy for three actual dates, to be honest.
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( raleigh laughs in a way to indicate that he is ready and he brushes his fingertips along the rim of his beer glass. )
It always starts out so simple - a nice bossy woman telling you how to give it to her and then you're picking out curtains.