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Marc Dahlmaine
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Post by Marc Dahlmaine on Jul 2, 2016 4:37:48 GMT -5
He's not used to endearments from women. At least not like this. So he states nothing as she finishes dressing in that skirt, thinking to himself that men perhaps should embrace the idea a bit more. Less restriction at the very least. And women seem to like them enough to wear them. Especially in public. As she shimmies into the tan concoction he sits up in bed, watching once more. He probably should dress as well considering he himself has things to do, places to go, people to see, and work. While he may come off a playboy, his hours differ than most. And considering he is a betting man, he has a wager to settle with the owner of the club.
At that he smiles. His own outfit is more muted than her asymmetrical pink, black, tan and gold ordeal. If it was meant to grab the attention of someone, or someones, it certainly did the trick. His own clothing is also strewn about the room, his denim half crumpled beside the bed, his black oxford where he had peeled it gingerly from his tender back. Wallet and other sundries still in his denim, shoes and socks near the door.
Throwing back the divine comforter and sheets the aforementioned items are pulled on before he makes the bed somewhat. A quick once-over makes sure that neither he, her, nor the doctor had left anything of any importance. As he already has showered, but could use another, he waits in one of the chairs that overlooks the city as she busies herself in the water closet. Women and their frippery at times. While she might be shocked to see him still waiting there, he will at least make sure she is safe into a cab before ending their 'evening' and reaping his reward from Carlos.
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Post by Evangelina Bradley on Jul 2, 2016 22:35:44 GMT -5
Evangelina has a love/hate relationship with skirts. On the one hand, most of them are entirely impractical for the sorts of athletic maneuvers she'd like to do as a matter of course without having to worry about whether or not her clothing can stretch that far or whether or not she'll flash her panties. On the other hand, most of them look fantastic on her - she's in excellent shape and her legs are quite worthy of display.
Given the fact that her goals for her makeup and hair are modest and her supplies are minimal, she doesn't occupy the bathroom for very long at all before she reappears - not exactly as polished in appearance as she was the evening before, but passible. It'll do until she can get home, where she'll likely shower and otherwise get her day going more as she normally does on a day off.
And she is surprised to see him waiting there. Not that she's surprised to see that he's still around at all - if anything, she suspected that he might still be lingering in bed or be partway through getting dressed if he was still around - but she's surprised to see that he is actually waiting for her. She pauses in the doorway, her eyebrows lifted in a slightly puzzled expression, but she seems to shake it off and simply walks over to sit on the bed near where she left her shoes and purse.
After depositing her makeup kit back in her purse, she lifts her eyes to his and says, "Hmm, do we need to have the 'it was just a fling' talk?" But her expression makes the question a bit less clear cut than the words themselves suggest - rather than being completely serious, instead she looks amused and almost playful.
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Gothamite
Marc Dahlmaine
A merchant of bottled amnesia for people thirsty to forget.
Registered On: Aug 2, 2015 23:59:57 GMT -5 ~
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Post by Marc Dahlmaine on Jul 22, 2016 0:14:11 GMT -5
His eyes meet her own as she coyly throws out the line. "Only if you care to hear yourself speak, cherie," he mimics her playful tone. He's had his share of flings, one night stands, dalliances, whatever label you want to call him. And if she's thinking he's waiting just for her, well, she's severely underestimating him.
"It is my room, after all. So I may as well enjoy it until we're fully checked out." He grins at her before turning back to the window to watch the comings and goings. It's peaceful in a way, even with the gnawing at the back of his mind that calls him to start working again. Not that he isn't ever working, but this is different. "You are prepared for your vehicle to take you home?" He asks again. To him it doesn't matter if she walks, but the courtesy he was raised with demands he insist on making sure she gets home safely-one way or another. His mother would have none of it if he left before she did. Nor would his father, as both had raised him much, much better than that.
On the other hand, he doesn't want to offend her, but doubts it would take more than politeness to offend such a woman. Especially one that can inflict such pain with the flick of a wrist.
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Post by Evangelina Bradley on Jul 28, 2016 3:50:33 GMT -5
The response that he gives to her question is only so reassuring - but that is the nature of the conversation. When words are spoken with such tones and expressions, exactly how seriously they are meant becomes impossible to determine. But there is utility in such vagueness - if you lay down all your cards immediately, then what is the point of the game?
Sliding her feet into shoes that are far more about form than function, she stands and collects her purse, now giving the room one more quick glance over just to check to make sure that she didn't leave anything behind. Unlikely, because she didn't bring anything into the room aside from the clothes she was wearing and her purse, which she didn't get into very much during her stay. And though her clothes were scattered, if she hadn't found every article of clothing she would now be partially undressed, and she isn't. Still, it's always good to look, just in case.
Though her thoughts are interrupted by the Frenchman's question. It catches her attention in the same way her attention would have been caught if he'd instead handed her a chinchilla - what is this thing, why is he giving it to her, and how did it even get here in the first place? He's right that she's not offended, but not so much because she sees it as polite but because she's too perplexed by it to come to the conclusion that it's offensive. And her response is given not with sarcasm but with a certain perverse curiosity about what he'll make of it.
"That is like asking me if I'm sure that I can do my own laundry, manage my bills, or wake up in the morning early enough to get ready for work," she comments, adding, "How do you suppose I might have survived the past decade of my life without mastering the ability to get myself safely back to my own home to such a degree that I can take it completely for granted? Especially when it's my job to, among other things, assist people who have somehow failed in that task themselves?" Honestly, where did that question come from? Perhaps it's some sort of a cultural difference. Or a class difference. Perhaps both?
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Gothamite
Marc Dahlmaine
A merchant of bottled amnesia for people thirsty to forget.
Registered On: Aug 2, 2015 23:59:57 GMT -5 ~
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Post by Marc Dahlmaine on Sept 24, 2016 5:28:18 GMT -5
As she doesn't seem to specify just which statement she's retorting to of his, he makes sure to turn to see what she is doing, and give her his utmost attention. Of course she's a capable woman. He has no doubt about that. But women like to talk. And women like to hear themselves talk. And sometimes that is rather dull. He has been at the task of loving life, and loving women for most of his life. So this 'fling' talk she brings up is a moot point. He doesn't need to be instructed on the fact that this is probably a one time happenstance-and nothing more.
"Fantastic." Is all he responds to her ...statements? Was she trying to convince him that she's a strong woman who needs no one? He's not quite sure what her point is at this juncture. Reaching to run a hand through his hair, his watch glints in the morning light. If she doesn't have anything to do, she probably should scurry along, as the day is short, and to-do's are usually long.
"No doubt you can answer those for yourself, as you have shut down my cordial offerings of a ride home. If you do change your mind, the car is still waiting. If not, have a fantastic morning, and thank you for the night."
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Post by Evangelina Bradley on Sept 24, 2016 23:39:58 GMT -5
As curious as Evangelina is about his response to her words, when he speaks she pays particular attention to his words. In fact, she echoes one of them in particular out loud to herself, "Cordial...?" Well, she's fully willing to believe that it was just that to him. To her? More of a gray area...
Though the moment that she's finished deciding what to make of his words, her expression becomes very amused. Well, isn't he very precious? She laughs and says, "I apologize - I didn't mean to ruffle the eagle's feathers."
Allowing her amusement to fade somewhat, she more seriously adds, "Thank you as well! You've been a perfect - and interesting - gentleman." And this, at least, she says with enough sincerity to make it clear that she really means that. It would be an outright lie to say that she's especially discriminating about people she chooses to have a fling with - as the first man to leave the room more or less proved - but she's fine with that. But that doesn't mean that you can't run into someone decent on accident.
Having said that, she gives him one more smile in parting before she turns to head out the door, and the moment that her face is turned away she grins to herself. Because she tends to keep the contents of her purse just so, and she noted that they had been somewhat rearranged. Which means that someone has been in her purse. Now, it could have been either of the men that she just spent the night with, and her detective skills are well under par for this sort of thing, but she believes that one of the men had much more of an opportunity to do so than the other. And the idea that he just might have used the opportunity to get the information that he would need to contact her again? That doesn't bother her at all.
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