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Post by Roy Harper - Arsenal on Jul 31, 2014 7:57:33 GMT -5
It could be surprising and suppose not so surprising that Marc was able to sum it out rather easily. It wasn't even that long go, that Roy quite dependent and even forgot really what it meant to be sober. Aware… Well, even in a world like this, it was easy to get caught up and tangled… And well, fucked up. Roy breathed a knowing sound of agreement towards Marc, annoyingly so. Smart, though? Roy shrugged a little aimlessly. In all truth, Roy had more wits than people assumed of him, he just made idiotic choices… So much so, that they half became who he was. He couldn't be completely blinded to it forever, but we can't all be Supermen. We cannot all be Batmen either. You can't be perfect and you can't run away or hide… So as hard as it fucking was, he faced it, but hey he still got to jam with music. Jam with women. He hadn't lost all his touches of reality. As Roy could quite intently smirk at Marc, with subtle falling gaze. Dramatic of course in a manly way. He probably wouldn't of gotten far without music. Without even a remote friend. He even hardly felt like a hero for a time, but such a thing just came rather natural for him.
"It can be rough… Super… Rough, I can't lie. But I need to do without the intoxication… Without women… Without…. Music…! I hardly know where I would be and I find myself falling further into the tunes and beats. Music, just maybe the good side of obsession… I highly doubt that makes me smarter… To be able to drink and just enjoy it for what it is. What its suppose to bring, that is a gift… A gift I most certainly took advantage of and I'm only 21."
Roy spoke honestly, as easy as he could. This certainly wasn't a walk in a park, ah well, when compared to a Gotham Park, it might be almost in line, but no. This had been a continuing cycle. A cycle he broke before, but could he really say he put it to bed? Could he even trust this was? He couldn't know and he wasn't about to sing from chimneys… Although, surprisingly how many times he's climbed them… Fallen a sleep in them… Oh, yeah. You could write an extremely long book on Roy's misadventures. Smiled subtly as Roy chewed slowly of the pieces from the bread stick. It crumbled almost like his pride had. He was certainly lucky to have such things still in his life. A handful of people, but it was possibly true that a song could save your life. Not that Roy entirely saw the writing on the wall, but he was finding himself more and more connected… Connected in a way he hadn't really felt in a long time. If really ever, as he smirked subtly, Women. Music, a little side by side. Even right now, as his fingers rattled on table before him. He wasn't far from a tune. Feeling something other than distance or the next fight. Roy commented in short, that didn't so much make him smarter. Maybe made him a little more luckier than he was before, but well… Not that Roy could completely access from this point… Hmmm, no. He couldn't saw he could smell the unsettling at Marc's breath. Not that Roy was leaning in close or something, but suppose this could a detail the girls wanted to know. Half rolling his eyes in his mind. Roy, he just had far gone passed ever really enjoying alcohol the way it was mostly intended, not simply to get a blasted… To really bring it home. Paint the fugly picture, he was only 21 and with a drinking problem… Not that it was completely uncommon for young people… Perhaps more uncommon to admit that, yeah, Roy had almost bite his words, but he could suck it up by now. Hopefully with less violins in the wake.
Though clearly. Marc didn't lack experience. Didn't lack his own woes. It was life, right? Like one massive twist and curving with a hell of a lot bumps. Fucking several. As Roy waited. Listened in relation to Marc and his divorce. Hardly helping to swallow silently. Hardly knowing from experience, other than just the general cycle of a relationship, but he highly imagined he'd be experiencing marriage anytime in the near future. It was almost beyond his own problems, but not without the realm of some level of understanding. Of course. The lingering. The loaning of the swirl of his drink. There was clearly a lot more to this is all, than Roy could even imagine. More than Marc perhaps was leading on, but Roy was hardly that nosy. Besides, they weren't exactly pals yet. Even if he was being a little more digging, simply to please the girls, but details on this, was hardly something they needed, surely. But, Roy had certainly been around enough to know that It wasn't completely over for Marc. That can take a long time. A very long time. From time to time, Roy even thought about his first love. What a roller coaster that was, in all its amazing and completely horribly glory.
"Amiable, but not shortly forgotten. I imagine… Its never easy to let go of something or someone, you have or feel dependancy with… Do you have children, together?"
Shortly Roy responded, as knowingly. As understanding as he could be. He was a good listener, but could he really sit to a heart to heart with an almost stranger? Bleed hearts out… Ah, suppose he could… With the short look and sadness in Marc's eyes. Heck, even in the tone of his voice. He was sensually lost the love of his life… Least, Roy could assume… Roy knew a little something about of growing apart, but to see the feelings completely go wouldn't a little bit false. Especially if this was as Marc had said, his college sweethearts. They were on the brink of real adulthood. Young love, it was blissful, wonderful and it could be disastrous. Speaking loosely to understanding. Perhaps it was a little like Roy with his problem with alcohol. He did or at least felt he needed it. Was depended on it. It was a complicated shift… Pausing momentarily, before Roy asked if Marc had any children with his ex. Respectfully out of curiosity… Wondering with or without children, made this possibly harder. As Roy's dark eyes danced lightly on the table, again not something he really could stake understanding of. Unless his guitar or his weapons levelled to it. He was almost sure they were close. They were at times very close to his heart… Hmmm, yeah. If we were going poetically straight from his heart, but not something everyone would understand… That a single string of his guitar could be like a beat from his heart. A grin bellowed from his slightly prickly chin, he was remarkably still with charisma no matter how scruffy he was… Taking an empty glass. Perhaps it wasn't just, but heck. Roy more often screwed tradition. Put it down to not being brought up in a family with a dinner table. Half clinging his glass to Marc, in some lame yet understanding toast…
"Hear, hear… And too few follow it across the world!"
Casually Roy responded and remarked. A little bit of charm, but mostly just his chilled and laid back self. Before of course complimenting Marc's well travelled self. Seemed a rather cool dude. One had to assume with some level of money to do so, but well. It hadn't rushed into his head and made him all cloudily. Though this is from first impressions. Roy knew the billionaire life, once living under Oliver's roof, but he hardly got sucked in. Not that he didn't feel the bumps when he got tossed out, but he came from nothing. Now he just had to build however fuck he had to now, but he did miss cars from time to time. He was always the better driver. Setting the glass back now. Lifted his gaze a little bit again as Marc talked about Gotham and France's differences. Not always better in Gotham's regard it seemed. Roy breathed an understanding sound. A subtle sound of amusement. This really wasn't a city, if you truly knew it, very few in their right minds would actually choose to live here. Not that it was without its wonders, but it was possibly more dangerous than a park in New York or even the murders in London.
"Oh, no. I. Understand… I don't even live in Gotham. I'd expect France would be a lot brighter… There are of course perks to Gotham… I suppose even if there was, they'd find more to dig out for themselves. The skeletons in the closet, as it were… Dude, with the drama they can cook up. I might just need to break a leg… Look out if you see me crawling. They might just eat me alive…!"
Roy said in agreement. Not totally dishing Gotham, but it wasn't hard to believe certainly when weighed against France… Whilst also given the fact Roy didn't even live in Gotham. Well, his bunker was almost… Almost like his home. His home away from home. Yeah, well. Gotham wasn't entirely the reason why he came here in the first place. His friends he needed just happened to be here and well. Gotham needed help, more help. Along with Bludhaven. Not that he could really dwell into any of this with Marc, but hey. Jesting harmlessly about how dark it could get in this city, Roy really hadn't seen much of France, but he could gather it was less darker, even in the night time. Whilst also being that little bit safer, but this world was filled with dangers in all forms. Why most of the insane chose here was another thing entirely. As Roy picked up a brow as he mentioned 'perks' and half turned a eye towards the ladies. Perhaps it was past his better judgement, but Roy could assume in such a pursuit of 'business' in Gotham, Marc maybe in pursuit of more than that. Perhaps company and comforts. Perhaps love. Certainly there was some irony if that was the case if he was coming from France, which was known for love and was looking for it in Gotham…. Nodded happily at Marc's sake of his head, decline of any more details. Though certainly there was more, Roy can leave that for Roxy to find out. Smirking as he detailed the 'skeletons' in a light jesting way. Given they were half painting him as a psychopathic serial killer, he really could only go up from there… Roy then took back to his feet. He had some reporting back to do. Offering a grin of thanks to the good luck, but couldn't help joke it might not be good luck he needs. He was of course purposely being overdramatic, offered a wink before departing back to the ladies. He was Roy Harper, after all… 'So, how did it go? What did you say? What did he say?' Almost on cue when Roy reached them, did Roxy pull out the questions. Just short of pulling out a pad and pen, list all the pros and cons. Hardly even taking a breath, as his eyes darted to her. Then Sara. 'More importantly what's his name?' Asking with an amusing eye on Roxy, before eyeing Roy casually… Naturally Roy went famously red. Before hesitantly taking his seat before deciding whether or not this be a good time to bolt… No, no. Half swallowing, before potentially getting swallowed. How normal this almost felt. Call him a sucker… Watching the batting of eyes lashes. Perking of lips. Slight twist of firm hips… Ok, where was he? He almost forgot entirely where he just came from.
"Well, for starters… He gave me these, to give to you, ladies. His name is Marc… He's french. His family is in the wine business, he's travelling to places to sell it, thus he's come to Gotham and he's divorced."
Began Roy casually with a simple pleasant look to either lady. Before pulling out literally, the cards. Business cards, but hey. Handing them out. Sara. Kory and of course Roxy. Roy may just have scored points in some weird way of landing Marc's number. As there was a notable impressed look in her eyes. Perhaps in all their eyes a little bit as Roy through out a couple tip bits he picked up. He was sure he didn't miss anything, but certainly there be a detail he should of asked about. Who knows. He couldn't really say picking up guys was something he had experience in. There was certainly glowing of cheeks at the sound of French, maybe even some floating invisible hearts. Roy half shook his head. It was almost like being french, already upped the charming factor… 'Oh that is so cute.. Marc. Marc… Marc Dahlmaine, has a nice ring to it, does it not? Oh, he sounds romantic and he'd be reasonably wealthy to travel…' Roxy almost beamed and half elaborated on the details, if Roy was being honesty right now… Jumping from possible psychopath to romantic. It was quite the leap… Wealthy? Ah, Roy did exactly find that out, but sure… As he nodded slightly as the ladies pieced together the puzzle that was Marc. Marc Dahlmaine. It was least not bad on the ears. Chuckled to himself. Just even before Roy was contemplating speaking. The three talked a little between themselves. Kory remarkably less, but she was clearly listening in. 'Any details on his divorce?' Sara asked loosely curious.
"Uh, not really. Other than it was to his college sweet heart and its been a couple years, I think…!"
Even had Marc really dived into the 'details'. Divorce seemed kinda personal. Roy wasn't always one to keep things to himself, but he knew there was a time and a place. Least when it counted. He least could tell them the subtle details… And of course. They almost ate it up, hearing college sweet heart. 'Aw, thats so sad. Rough deal.' Sara responded sympathetically as she and Roxy polished some glasses. Roy nodded subtly in some agreement… 'Would you think he be looking for a rebound or love?' Roxy then asked, her eyes passing more pointedly towards Sara and Kory, though perhaps Roy could guess a little on that one.
"Taking it sort of from a man's assumption and point of view, not that this is from experience, but… He's probably looking for a rebound, but open for love. I could be wrong, depending on how hurt he was… Us men, can also be a little vulnerable and a little apprehensive when it comes to love. Sometimes."
Roy spoke up. Which certainly could be a brave thing or a very dumb thing. Particularly with a group of ladies, that could easily put Roy back in his place, mostly because he'd love letting them. Smiling charmingly, with almost not sign of smug as he made pointed mention this wasn't from experience. Lie. Lie. Least to a degree… Not that he could honestly sum up Marc, but this seemed likely in Roy's mind. Pretty much open to it all, but given the heart break and how set back that may have taken. Understandable there could be some hesitation to find love again, that of course Roy experienced. It could be a little like should you look for love like that again, is it possible or do you go out looking for something different. Do you just wing it and see what happens? If love just happens, then woo. Something along those lines. As Roy rattled on, rebound wasn't always about the physical benefits, although of course they were a perks, but there could be more underlining reasons as to why. As subtle as they maybe… 'Not from experience, huh? Then where do you stand?' Naturally it was an unwise thing to ever think you can fool or pass by a woman. Even if you think you are a good listener, they can almost be better. Roy smiled playfully. He wasn't without his wits. His charms. His balls. Nor his fingers.
"Where would you like me to stand, sweetheart? I'll stand where ever you wish!"
With a little sway of his dark eyes and charming smile. With a subtle roll of his tongue. It wasn't impossible until there was the subtle glow of Sara's cheeks. Roy could be a tool, but a charming tool, as she once confessed. They both knew what this was. Neither really that pushing it into main stream. Just coasting. Coasting could be nice. As he reached and caught her fingers putting a glass down. Traced her fingers with her own. Before suavely picking it up and planting a kiss upon her knuckles. Letting them linger. As did his elusive eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2014 6:42:46 GMT -5
Running his hand along his jaw Marc nods as he realizes there is a short crop of stubble there. He should take care of that. "Truly without women or music life would never be as enjoyable. Especially to us that are not the fairer sex. But what does make you more wise, or smarter if you want to look at it that way; is that you have seen the darker side, and came through it. Not untouched, and maybe worse for the wear but with something more."
As Roy divulges his age he blinks. Only 21. Another cursory look over the musician and he would have thought him older. He certainly has had a taste of the world if he's weathered such a feat by 21. "Yes. You are wise for your age, Roy. I'll stand by that and defend you to the end. Perhaps when I get my own place here you'll play for me. Paid gig, even."
As they continue to chat and get to know one another the question of children causes him to flinch. Did they ever have children? No. Cupping his drink in his hands he rotates the glass as he shakes his head silently. No, they did not have children. But he didn't have to voice that. Perhaps if they had grown older together a few more years they would have had the luxury. But that was another what-if he was unwilling to follow to the end.
"France is a lot more green. But this is the city's epicenter so of course it is a concrete jungle and not the rolling green hills I am used to. Gotham does have it's perks I do agree." Laughing at Roy his head shakes. This one truly is good with the women. And at a young age. Even though he's barely over a decade older, the kid reminds him of himself at that age. As Roy goes and talks to the trio of women he has to shake his head one more and finishes his meal as he allows them some time to see if any of them will approach him.
If not he'll be on his way for the day on to his next adventure. Wherever that will be.
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Roy Harper - Arsenal
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Post by Roy Harper - Arsenal on Aug 29, 2014 9:23:24 GMT -5
It was never hard to get women… Music on the brain… Hmmm, even perhaps on his skin and a little deeper. Hell, even a little below the table. As Roy's foot mindfully tapped, more or less silently to a possibly lingering beat. He was sure in need to keep and see if he could flesh it out later. His fingers motioned a little in rhythm, not entirely distracted as he could be.. From time to time. Motioned his own hand almost in sync, grazed against his chin and expressed a knowing expression in response to Marc's words… Though he was a little more lazy in taking care of his uh… Whiskers. It really all depended more on how he woke up and who potentially with…
"Without… I'd probably end up bouncing of walls… Well, thats true…. That or I just came out of it with slightly more ink… In all seriousness, I think its just reality hit… Well, its not exactly always been my friend, but I'm dealing…"
Roy trailed that thought even as he worded, without. With slightly wandering eye, of course with hint of his carefree side. Yeah, he might as well get ran over by a thousand semi- trucks, before potentially falling off a cliff.. As Roy lightly chuckled, his hand scratched at the hairs on his opposite arm. Hinting in his words. His behaviour, of his dealings with adhd. Which he more or less grew out off, or perhaps it had just changed as he got a little older… One thing was sure, there had always been something he had to deal with…. Solving it whilst not being sober, was often the go to. He wasn't exactly the type to whine or ask help of someone… Kinda lame, when your suppose to be the one doing the helping… Thankfully, he was more or less on track now… Though it wasn't easy to walk that line… Though as Marc complemented Roy's integrity, not exactly perfect, but he had a lot of wear under his belt. Sure, made him stronger in ways… As his eyes lightly danced upon the table. He could attest in his lifetime, he probably learnt a lot of lessons… More than a lot of people his age… As he humbly chuckled, Roy couldn't completely say it was all something he was proud of, but he had little other choice than to own it… He wasn't about to sing he knew all the answers and he wasn't blind to know when his choices had led him to do potentially idiotic things. Pointing amusingly at a new ink on his arm, part of his slowly growing sleeve. Some of them meant things, some not so much. Simple, yet clear signs, he would always have a carefree streak. Life just wasn't easy. It never really had been since Roy was born, suppose he hardly expected it be any less. Of course it wasn't all the case. When in doubt he could always turn to his bow and arrows, have some kind of role… Or simply enjoy himself…. Roy chuckles again at Marc's reaction to his age… When Roy thinks about learning to shoot and love arrows, he was very young at the time. It had been many years now, he almost old for it
"I can't turn down a offer like that… You never know when you need the Calvary on your side… Though I wouldn't say no to free, either. Just getting out there to perform and potentially heard, is really payment in itself… I'll definitely keep that open, thanks again!"
Responded with sincerity in Roy's voice, to both Marc defending him and offering him a job… This was certainly a man, Roy had only thought to help win for the ladies, seems Roy maybe winning himself… Of course in a totally different way, he might just have to wrangle Marc into his guy group. As Roy teasingly played with a sly look as he mentioned, it was good to have a calvary, for various reasons of course, not just the ladies, as he jested light hearted… Whilst he would not turn down a paid gig, well unless he was suddenly booked somewhere else downtown, but you be surprised how well Roy manages to balance things out… He didn't really at times, he probably was a little crazy to be able to… He did slip that, he wouldn't say no to free either… Sure, he was practically, broke, so he was somewhat in need of cash, but with a band. With music, sometimes it just paid to be heard. Roy shrugged a smile, though surely take Marc up on his offer. Thanking him once again, most likely it wouldn't be the last time. Half motioning his water bottle in some casual gesture of toast, before taking a sip.
"Well, least that makes it more cut and dry… Sadly… I sure hope if you are looking to replenish that in Gotham, you find it… Its not exactly the city of love, I'm sure Paris is, but when has love ever truly been planned… Or polite… Sure it can be sweet, but it can sure enjoy hitting you like a frying pan!"
Roy responded at the shake of Marc's response to having no children… It was kinda that awkward thing, of not entirely knowing the social response, but well. Least Roy was honest, without sounding like a total prick, though cut and dry was perhaps in points better… It still of course hurt even more than ripping of a band aid, as Roy flashed a more sympathetic gaze… Before his tone and demeanour picked up, offering his support if could be given, if Marc was looking, maybe not pointedly, but open to new love or simply move on from it… Whatever it was, Roy hoped he'd find it… Whatever. Whoever it may be… Playfully played up Gotham, but of course ladies. Love, really could be found anywhere… As Roy so elegantly said. Surprisingly he knew what it was like to actually be hit by a frying pan, and even that was potentially putting love lightly… It could be brutal, and fucking cupid had nothing on Roy Harper.
"Strangely I almost feel at home in a city… I too, used to run around in greener pastures, down south near Arizona with a native tribe. When I was smaller and decidedly less rugged… Though it was less hills, more trees… Been a long time, I guess buildings are almost a substitute…. That and well… Yeah… There are perks… There always are… Although, I should mention this city is also known for some crazies… Not that I don't dig crazy chicks, but you may wanna watch out for your money bag. Just a pre caution!"
Loosely Roy responded, enough that it made some nickel of sense, but there was a lot underlining it all. As Roy's eyes partially wandered as he really been in cities for a few years now… It was or had become second nature. Both in good and bad ways a city does that to you… He personally favours Chicago. The food there is just better. Gotham is good, but there's more chances of a random rat found in your pudding. Roy nodded upon listening to Marc detail France. The green. The hills. It naturally did spring for Roy, growing up down in the south and growing up with the native tribe… Which Roy eyed Marc slightly, yeah it was something unexpected, Roy didn't exactly come across with the native vibe… Though it did explain where he got his famous shooting skills started… That and his quick speed on his feet… Though less hills… Far more trees, as Roy belated with a smile. He didn't play upon old fashionable memories, although they were fond… He was certainly more of a man living by the seat of his pants. Less sentimental… Nor did it leave him with a great lingering feeling missing the forest, maybe a little, it wasn't like he wasn't proud of where he pretty much came from, but he was fine with where was now, even more so when he wasn't finding himself in ditches… Yeah… As Marc and Roy, both seem to come to the same conclusion. Ladies, helped… Some more than others. As he paused with slight knowing smile, before offering a little advise, given Gotham… It can get a little crazy… He knew that well from both sides of the fence. Of course he didn't mean just women, but there were some… Sure there a lot of women that could break a man emotional, there were even more in this city that could break men or other ladies, in various ways. That could render you almost useless… Even if Roy could open admit he more often was just even more attracted, but well… He also learnt from. From time to time… Offering a last knowing look and casual laugh. He was the breaking bad. Walking dead, kinda dude. He wasn't entirely peaches. Cream. Although has brought them on occasion…
To that Roy left Marc to his own devices. Made his way back to the women. With a level of caution. Talked. Mostly they talked. Gossiped, at points Roy just half listened in. As the three chatted about the frenchman that invaded the place and almost trying to determine, if he had in turn invaded their lives.
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Post by Kory Anders - Starfire on Aug 29, 2014 9:36:42 GMT -5
There had certainly been some anticipation over near where the bar was… Where the three ladies were hanging out, mindfully doing a little work. Trying not to appear to complete eavesdropping. To which, Kory mostly found cute.. Humans could be so cute sometimes… Shy. Being coy with their emotions. Kory was quite different… Though of that was true by when she first spotted Dick aka Robin at the time, she planted one on him… Now, he was cute… Smiling softly at sweetness of it all, even brighter now as Roy had made his way back. Filled with a little more details. Her covered green eyes flashed mindfully to where Marc sat as Roy detailed a little. Marc…Cute name. Naturally all three ladies beamed at the mentioning of being french… For perhaps different reasons. Kory did in fact speak french, so that perked her interest. She loved france. The food and couple people she had met. Ran into. Classy… She had seen a few of the vineyards, as wine is mentioned… Smashing berries was always a treat. The smiles from all three girls were a little dampened by the sounds of divorce. A broken heart? Divorce was something that was never present on Kory's world, it was really shocking to see it happen so often on Earth. It was heart breaking, as mindfully shook her fiery red head… Keeping mostly to herself as the two bantered with Roy. Perhaps a little more than that, from Sara. It was always nice to see Roy smile more. "well, he does sounds wonderful, you should go talk to him, Roxy" Sara encouraged Roxy, causing her cheeks to flush. \"Maybe… I don't know… I want to.." Roxy debated openly.
"You could offer him, some biscotti… Its really good… Ooh, this gives me an idea!"
Kory suggested as she bit in a small piece of biscotti, catching the crumbs gracefully in her hand, most of them… "Now thats a good idea" Sara piped in. Not that Kory was filled with crafty ways in talking to men… Mostly in anything she did, she just did it naturally. Confidence was certainly not wasted on her. As Kory remarked an idea sprang. Well, it was small, but little touches could always go a long way. As she hopped off her seating and on her feet. She made way around the bar momentarily. Grabbing at the jar of biscotti, home-made by Roxy. Placing it on the bar before them. Her hands motioned to pull the ribbon out of Roxy's hair. Which certainly aided with a "Hey!" in response by Roxy, before curiously watching as Kory tied it around the jar, fixing it with a healthy looking bow and adding that extra little personal touch. Kory happily smiled at the watching eyes. "Nice touch" Sara responded. "And men hardly ever turn down good food…!" Roy uttered in simply, as he emphasised as his hand motioned at the jar, but found his hand slapped before he could even lift the lid. Ouch… "I don't know, it might be a little weird…" Roxy responded hesitantly.
"If you prefer, I can… I don't mind…"
With a little warming of Kory's smile, she happily offered, her golden hands began to pull at the jar with that said. To her there was no harm in saying hi, offering him some biscuits to take with him and with an excuse now for him to see Roxy again… If he cared to return the jaw or keep it for sentimental value. There was after all the bonfire around the corner. Roxy just as hesitantly nodded, at that Kory motioned away from the group… "Should I be concerned?" Roxy belatedly asked, her eyes half moving from Kory to Roy… "You mean Kory… No. No… No…!" Roy began with reassurance, before pausing momently. "Maybe!" Roy then added, with a slight less reassurance, if he was be completely honest. "I doubt it, she has a boyfriend." Sara responded. "Yeah… That didn't exactly come up, but yes, she is faithful. Believe me!" Roy confessed, that Marc may not know that exact detail, but he could confer that Kory was faithful to Dick. Very much so, as he knowingly put it. "Believe you?" "Come on!" Roy remarked almost sincere in his defensive tone. "Really?""Ok, fine… I'm shameless. Shoot me…" Roy playfully confessed with the lowering of his head, he was after all very much a man between the legs, but yeah he got shot down. "You're lucky your cute." Sara responded with a light hearted smile, before pulling him in for a kiss. Roy could stumble just as he stumbled with his words, more often you'd hardly know it!
Most of which was behind Kory, she heeded and paid little to no attention. As Kory walked with jar in hand to where Marc was seated, by himself and came to offer him a little company before he did decide to leave. It didn't take long before her golden long legs stopped short at Marc's table. With a purple sweater dress wrapped around her body and her rather fiery curly red hair tousled out wildly. Free and full of all things life. Oh, and she brought her smile, as always.
"Greetings… Marc. I'm Kory, its a pleasure to meet you… I was wondering if I may offer you some biscotti?"
Kory warmly greeted Marc as she approached, her voice fluently spoke the language of france. Although she was less knowing of the custom now. Kiss on cheeks? Hand shake? With the jar half huddled in her arms, she went with the later, for now. Gracefully taking a seat beside, placing the jar on the table and reached out a hand. Her smile radiant as ever before she ran a golden hand through her hair casually, and motioned the jar a little closer to Marc, as she politely asked. Whilst her eyes were vastly hidden behind her glasses, they very much flashed over Marc. Catching the details and features of him, now much closer.
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Ink. He must be talking about tattoos. While he himself has none, he is certainly curious about those that do. "We all have our vices. Some are a bit more agreeable than others." He laughs as the younger man runs his hand along his chin as well. "Reality hits us all at some point or the other. It seems you are dealing quite well with her punches. Good on you."
As Roy and him bantered, he thought of where Arizona was. Out west, if his memory of American Geography was suiting him well. Hot. He didn't quite know if he would like that sort of atmosphere. He liked the green, and the warmth. "Crazy can be it's own sort of fun, if you know what I mean?" He laughed again, heartily, as Roy left with a firm handshake.
Watching as Roy went back to speak with the trio of women, he had laid down the money needed to pay his bill before the redhead sat down with him. And spoke in French. "My pleasure, Kory." He laughed as she offered him a treat. "And thank you." He claimed as he reached to open and pluck out a thin cookie. "Give my thanks to the chef, as well as Roy." It was easy enough to see that he was still chatting with the women, flirting as well as he garnered a kiss from one of them. "I am guessing you are friends with the others over there?" He asked back in French as well. She certainly had a look about her. Tall, tan, and that hair.
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