Topic: The bleak beginning to Karaoke Night.

Ducii

Date: 2010-04-21 18:36 EST
Duci bounced in through the back door, French manicured digits soothing the silk fabric absently after tugging on the edges of her striped jacket. She felt oddly awkward as she slink in, lingering on the threshold of the commons as umber scanned the crowd for any familiar faces. A waggle of fingers for Icer, and a kiss was blown in her direction before white heeled feet click-clackes in the direction of the bar. She grinned cheekily for Amber, waving wildly. "Good eventide, Amber! Can I get a Cosmo...Or maybe four?" She paused, leaning up against the bar and tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Yes, four, please." Her crown dipped, reaffirming her choice as golden spools bounced excitedly around her shoulders.

"Four Cosmos! Right away!" Amber gets four glasses and a tray to sit them on, filling the 4 drinks to serve to Duci. "Here ya are."

"Many thanks, Amber!" Beams brightly before fumbling through her clutch. "Aha!" She returns, triumphant, and drops several gold pieces on the bar, leaving an ample tip, in exchange for the tray of Cosmos. The tray of Cosmos, she decides, can just be left on the bar this time. She does, however, greedily reach for one of them and bring it up to her lips for a good, long pull.

"Thankee!" Amber tills the charge and keeps the tip from Ducii.

"Sooo, isn't there supposed to be karaoke tonight?" she asks Amber, lowering her glass as she leans back over the bar, a wicked gleam in her eye.

"Yep! I got the karaoke machine all wound but there is no one asked to sing anything yet. We ready to go." She replies to Duci.

"Hm, really?" the blonde asks, looking a little crestfallen. "Well, maybe I'll do a song after I finish this drink." She brightens again, bringing the glass back to her lips to drink from it. She wiggled around before jumping up and perching elegantly on the bartop. The 'tini glass was pressed back against rose red lips as she drew thoughtfully from it, peering for Corina.

She froze in position, much like a Robot, and held her position like that for a long moment. "Mz Duci" You gonna sing for us tonight?" Amber asks the zoned out blonde.

Duci blinked, shaking her head as she shook away her absent-mindedness. "Huh?" Duci asked, lowering her near-empty glass as she looked over her shoulder at Amber with a raised brow.

"We gots the Karaoke machine tonight. Ain't that temptation, eh?" she over hears Amber saying, "I would sing but I sound like one of them Chipmunk singers; makes your ears hurt." Giggles anyway, nicely.

Duci nods, finally registering what Amber asked, "Yeah, yeah." Sounds distracted.

"Hows about since no one volunteerd to sing, I will start us off wif a nice song everyone knows." Amber goes to the pre-wound karaoke machine and sets the dial to One hundred bottles of beer on the wall. "Here it goes!" Music begins to play, like a one man band in a box; fiddle and drum and tambourine and bells. "One hundert bottles of beer on the wall, take one down an pass it round, 99 bottle of beer on the wall.." She sings happily but the pitch is so high glassware back o the bar rattles.

Duci blinks, giggling at Amber.

"Come on folks! You know dis one! Start at 99 bottle o beer...Sing or else I will." Rolls her eyes. The machine winds down to a halt and Amber stops singing. "Who is gonna be next?" she inquires as she begins to wind the music player once more.

A black pump toed open the inn door to reveal the Jade. She was clad in a pair of dark form fitting jeans with the knees blown out and a white v-neck tank top covered in a black mid-length button up vest. Those crimson lips were set in that bright smile of her's as a hand tussled through her raven locks.

Amber begins to clap and sing. "Mama don't allow no whiskey here! Oh mama don't 'low no whiskey here, we don't car what Mama want, we drink our whiskey anyway! Mama don't 'llow no wiskey here! Come on folks! you can sing better den dat!" Duci abandons her glass on the bar, and claps along before Amber declares, "I done singing; someone elss gotta take up the tunes, eh?"

"I need a partner for the song I want to do....JADE!" she espies her, and waves madly. "Will you sing 'girls just wanna have fun' with me!?" Duci even gives puppy dog eyes.

Ducii

Date: 2010-04-21 18:37 EST
Amber winds up the karaoke machine and has to give it a kick when it gave out a clunk; winding it more. "It ready!"

Blink, she slinked her way over to the bar. As Jade got to the bar, she just stared at Duc for a moment. She thought. Then began bouncing. "Oh of course!"

"Yay!" Girlish squeal as she hops off the bartop to envelope Jade in hug. "Are you ready?"

The music beagn, a fiddle, a drum, a banjo and a fluteaphone rang out the tune for "Girls just gotta have fun. "Here they are folks! Duci an Jade!"

Jade rocked on the toes of her pumps, "Yesssss." Giggle. Duci headed for the Karaoke machine, dragging Jade along with her. "Okay, I'm not drunk enough for this." Grins for the crowd, and waves shyly before beginning. "I come home in the morning light, home in the morning light,My mother says "When you gonna live your life right?"Oh,mother,dear,We're not the fortunate ones, And girls, They wanna have fu-un. Oh,girls, Just wanna have fun...." Now she depletes into a fit of giggles. She needs to be more drunk for this.

Amber clicks her fingers to their tune and dances top her crate, back o the bar, humming along with Duci & Jade.

Jade snickered and danced to the tune she knew so well. Good for Duc, she didn't have to be drunk to make a fool of herself. "~The phone rings in the middle of the night My father yells what you gonna do with your life Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one But girls they want to have fun Oh girls just want to have fu-un.~"

Amber waves both hands in the air, dances as she listens to them sing about girls want to have fun. A few hip bumps were given to Duc from Jade. Duci gets into it a little bit, holding a hand to her ear as Jade begins, then holds up her finger as number one as she points to the crowd, bobbing along with Jade and hip bumping her back.

Rough, calloused fingers rake through dark hair as the eldest Kaiser slipped inside through the front door. Dark brown, almost black, eyes scan the familiar surroundings before moving further inside. He looks gruff, tired. There's hardship etched in the lines of his face, especially along the raw, jagged scar that sullied the left side of his face.::

Duci holds her hands up in the air and twirls. "When the working day is done, Oh,girls, They wanna have fu-un, Oh,girls, Just wanna have fun...." Returns to hopping up and down a little.

Brad's scar still burned, even after all this time. He rubbed his hand over it a few times, then slipped behind the bar to get a Badsider. After uncapping it, he found an empty booth and slipped into it all the way to the back wall.

Jade spins, giving a kick into the air behind her. "~That's all they really want. Some fun. When the working day is done. Girls - they want to have fun . Oh girls just want to have fun.~" She swayed wildly, arms doing the wave here and there.

Perhaps it was the handsome half of Bradley she saw, but she stared at him, watching him stalk off for the booth. If he happened to look her way, she'd blow him a kiss and send a wink his way. She giggled, watching JAde's little kick. Whispers, "That was so cute!" Giggle giggle, she whispered back, "Isn't it?" Tee hee. Singing made her go back to grade-school.

He wasn't overly observant, but any man would notice a pretty woman flirting with him. While he did see Duci's blown kiss, he didn't respond and continued to nurse the Badsider.

"Some boys take a beautiful girl, And hide her away from the rest of the world." She sang along, covering her face for a moment to symbolize the hiding. "I wanna be the one to walk in the sun," she giggles here, opening her hands and dropping them like she's walking outside. "Oh, girls, They wanna have fu-un. Oh, girls, Just wanna have...That's all they really want......Some fuuuuuun..." she trails, tying not to look put out by Bradley's lack of attention. She hip-bumps Jade again, passing the singing back over to her.

At the hip bump, she twirled. Hands went up and down slowly as she grooved. "~That's all they really want. Some fun. When the working day is done. Girls - they want to have fun. Oh girls just want to have fun. They want to have fun, they want to have fuuuuun.~" As the song came to an end, she grabbed Duc up into a hug and bounced up and down with her in a fit of laughter. "....fuuuuun...!" Duci squealed and hugged Jade back, singing the in-sync with her for the last few lines before erupting into a fit of giggles. She does however manage to curtsey for the crowd. "Thank you for listening, Rhy'Din!" Gives a peace sign for good measure!

The karoke machine grinds to a screeching halt and just sits there, silent. "Uh oh!" Amber runs to try and restart it.

Bradley sips, watching the two women making the obnoxious noise. Amber, on the other hand, applauds for Duci and Jade!! "There they are! Girls who have fun!"

Jade grinned to the inn crowd, who didn't particularly seem to care about their singing, and gave a wave before slipping back over to the bar. Duci beams for Amber and blows her a kiss before taking Jade's arm in her own as she follows her to the bar. "Oh man, my heart is racing! I feel so foolish!" Duci confesses.

Amber gives the rented Karaoke machine a good kick and winds it up again, it response it wheezes and clanks. "Ready for da next singer!"

Ducii

Date: 2010-04-21 18:40 EST
"After a few hundred years of living, you get over that stage fright," She snickered, still dancing a little. Jade leeeeeeaned over the bar to beam at Amber, "May I have an apple juice, dear?"

She leans back against the bar. "I'm on the prowl- that's my kind of fun." Duci winked roguishly at Jade. "I don't know if I'd like to live that long." Blows her a kiss before waving to Amber. "Can I get another drink" A Badsider, please?" She'd seen mister broody with one. She tilts her head at Juliane curiously while awaiting a Badsider.

The karaoke machine sat there bouncing in overwound anticipation of the next singer, it clinged and clinked; steam issued from its valve::

Jade snickered and gave a nod to Juliane, "Ye havta forgive Amber, she's gotta lot on her mind." She picked up the glass for a sip. "Meh, dun live that long if ya can choose not ta." Shrug, blink. "Prowl" Oooo, who?" Brow waggle.

Boy, wasn't Castiel getting a good look at the natives" Flags for Amber again. "Hey, pretty! Can I please get a Badsider?" Puppy dog eyes before she looks slyly at Jade. "Mister Broody in booth two." Points blatantly in Bradley's direction. "I swear he winked back at me." Now she's lying. But she nods sagely, as if trying to convince herself that was the situation.

"Badsider is good for the voice pipes!" Amber gets one for Duci and one for Jade. "On the house! For your nice singing tonight!"

Bradley wasn't watching the women now, he was studying the door as if deciding whether or not to leave. His Badsider was barely half empty, though, and he had to finish before getting up.

Bright green hues scan the inn for the Mister Duc was speaking of. Brows went up as the man was found, "Oooo! Cutie! And you say he winked at you? Get 'im giiirl," crimson lips went into a full blown grin before she sent a kiss to Amber, "Thank'a, babes."

Cute probably wasn't a word most women would use to describe him. Ugly was better. That scar was quite visible and he wasn't trying to hide it

Unattended, the karaoke machine begins to shake, its insides roil with pent up music, pounding beats begging to be set free, bells and whistles begin and the steam out the top increases; it jumps back and forth on its little wheels, there on the inn floor. Clang! Whoosh! Rooooop!

"Aww," blush. "Thanks!" Blows Amber another kiss, before leaving another gold on the bartop in exchange for the Badsider. "Many thanks, lovely!" she repeats. Leans to steal a hug and cheek kiss from Jade before placing the Badsider on her tray of trio Cosmos. Lifting the tray and her satchel. "Wish me luck!" she calls to Jade before slinking wolfishly for Bradley's booth.

Scars gave a person character, in Jade's book. "Luuuuuck~," she giggled after Duc.

The overwound Karoke machine begins to rattle, loosing its brakes and starts to roll over the inn floor, heading to the front door and the porch and the stairs that are next before the street.

Shifty eyes, she now realized she had no one to talk to now that Duc was on the hunt. Jade sweared a few times and popped open her Badsider. Wait wait, alcohol. Okay, she'll only have this one. Sigh, she looked over the inn. Most faces she didn't know....Ugh, things tended to change so much here. Jade just took to hopping on the bartop.

As if he knew she was coming, dark eyes snap over to Duci upon her approach. He didn't shift his body, nor turn his head to welcome her. Just stared, and sipped.

"Can I sit here?" she asked sweetly, accompanied with a sugary smile as she set the tray down on the table. Duci offered him the Badsider, as if it would excuse the way she slid into the booth across from him without awaiting his response. She was the kind of girl who did what she wanted when she wanted. She batted her eyelashes at him girlishly, seeming unphased by his scar, or else she was just waiting to comment until she had the opportune moment before her.

"Hey! I got to catch that Karaoke thing machine! I paid da dagone deposit and that daggnibit! Daggone drat thing!" Amber tries to halt the machine's exit untimly as it is. "Oh Foot!" she yells out loud as her rented machine exits the inn, Amber running after it, arms waving. "I gots to go now! Stop!? calls to the Karaoke machine but machines cannot hear.Out it goes and Amber runs out after the Karaoke machine, as it wheezes and spouts steam and falls off the inn porch onto the street in one huge explosion of scattering metal parts and then, nothing, quiet in the street until one can hear Amber yell out real loud, "Foot!"

Blink, Jade's eyes widened as Amber and the ....karaoke machine raced out. "Well," sip of her Badsider.

Ducii

Date: 2010-04-21 18:41 EST
Well, this certainly didn't happen every day. Not even when he was perfect and handsome. Bradley shrugged, but watched as she slid into the booth without waiting for an answer. He looked guarded and regarded her for several moments before clearing his throat. "I'm Brad. And you are?" His voice was deep, harsh. It sounded as though it took a great amount of effort to form the words to come out correctly.

"I'm Duci," she beamed at him, lifting a hand across the tabletop for him to shake after depositing the Badsider before him, though a kiss would be preferable. "Brad?" she pauses for a second, mulling that over. "I like that name. It's got a rugged, baroque sound to it." Umber took a moment to assess his facial features, eyes innocently lingering on the scar hesitantly.

He almost didn't take her hand, but when he did it was a quick shake. Short and to the point. Dark eyes looked her over as much he could. "Duci's not a name I've heard before. It's unique." He fell silent as her gaze dropped to his scar. He was used to the stares, but she seemed curious—not put out. "Did you have something on your mind?" Asking rather abruptly.

Sigh, her green hues looked over the inn. Boredom. New faces. And no reason to be there. Jade set her full Badsider back ontop of the bar, but swiped up a bottle of apple juice. She hopped off the bar, gave a wave to Duc, and headed out while the night was long.

Duci withdrew her hand, retrieving one of her Cosmo's in the process. About to take a sip, she instead lowered it. "I'm kind of unique," she teased, winking before umber trailed after the departing Jade, to whom she blew a lascivious kiss. "Bye sweetie!" she called out, before diverting her attention back to Bradley. "Sorry about, she was my Karaoke partner," Duci declares proudly, puffing her chest out a little. Her smile falters a little at his abrupt inquiry. "Not necessarily, I was just curious as to how you obtained such a scar. It looks awfully painful," she admits, a sad tone twinging her honeyed voice. If she had any other thoughts, she doused them with a delicate sip of her Cosmo.

They'd gone over this in rehab. His shrink had coached him hundreds of times. Now it was to be put to practice. Bradley shifted uncomfortably and downed the rest of his Badsider. "Tried blowing my brains out. Chickened out at the last second." Honesty was the way to go. Hey, maybe it would scare her away and she'd leave him alone.::

She shed a collective gasp of horror, fingertips lifting to cover her mouth girlishly. "No, you didn't!" Lowering her 'tini glass, she leaned forward to give him a scrutinizing look. "Why would you ever do something like that?" Her question came out softly, innocently as she extended her free hand to touch at the scar. Mind you, Duci had no sense of personal space. If anything, though, she looked sad. "Something terrible happened to you in your lifetime, didn't it?" she concluded unhappily, withdrawing her hand both before he could swat it and before she could actually touch his face with soft fingertips. "I'm sorry," she murmured, though whether it was for further invading his personal space or about what happened to him was unclear.

"You could say that." He almost shared what really happened, but this woman was a stranger. "I lost my family." That would have to suffice. He turned his face so she could get a proper look at the ugly scar.

A frown tugged at the corners of ruby red lips, champagne brows furrowing as she studied the scar. "That's awful, and undoubtedly the worst. I guess, I can't say I blame you." The glass was pressed back to her lips as she took a long draw from it, still studying the man from over the rim of her 'tini glass. Perhaps she was debating how to proceed, or perhaps if there was a remedy to fix it.

Brad stared at the woman across from him, brows furrowed. "I'm not sure what you thought you'd gain by coming over here, but you're not going to find anything. I like my privacy." And without waiting for her response, he slid from the booth.

Eventually, she decided not to broach further on the subject of family. The glass was emptied and lowered off to the side of the table. Umber watched him raise, a hurt look occupying usually angelic features. "I'm offended you think I approached you solely for my own gain." However, she followed his suit, rising after him."But maybe you should think of why you chickened out." Umber glinted at him in the faint lighting, almost challenging him to stay with her a while longer. She was implying his subconscious obviously thought he had the willpower to continue at life.

He pauses a few feet from the door, not caring that he'd offended her. Turning, Bradley eyed her contemptuously. "I have a shrink already, but thanks.? And he was gone, the door slamming hard behind him.

Her jaw clenched with anger as she watched him storm off. "...why, the nerve..!" she stamps her foot childishly, huffing before she knocks both remaining Cosmo's over, in a tinkling of shattered glass and spilling liquids. Snatching up her clutch, she stomps off for the back door, blissfully unaware of the transpiring events. She's last seen in a swirl of black and gold, and accompanied by the loud slamming of the back door.

Ducii

Date: 2010-04-21 18:50 EST
Later that evening:

Several hours later and Duci was still mad, metaphoric steam billowing out of her ears. She tugged at the hem of her jacket as she stormed across the cobblestone way toward the inn. "How could" Really..." she mumbled incoherently to herself with fury.

Ever the insomniac, Bradley took to jogging at night when sleep refused to claim him. Made it easy to get work done in the daytime when he didn't have to worry about working out. Right about now he was headed past the Red Dragon for the third time and having run nearly 5 miles was finally beginning to get tired. As he neared, he spotted the woman he'd spoken to earlier and rolled his eyes, wondering if he should just run right on past.

She moved off to the side, hearing the pounding of running feet behind her, to allow the jogger past. Umber glanced over her shoulder curiously, and instantly narrowed when she saw it was Brad. "Ugh," she grumbled, contemplating tripping him if he passed her by without saying anything.

"Stalking me, are you?" Yes, even grumpy Mr. Kaiser had the decency to feel bad about the way he'd blown her off. Maybe she had just been trying to be nice. He sounded slightly out of breath as he slowed to a stroll beside her.

"Stalking you?!" she sputtered, stopping to turn on her heel and face him. Duci squinted, scrutinizing him a moment. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were stalking me. You did come up from behind me, after all." She points out, pointing a finger in the direction he ran from while the other hand comes to rest on her hip.

Her indignant expression made him grin. It was an alarming thing because it did little to make himself endearing—only slightly goofy because the left side of his face didn't work that well. "You approached me first, and now here you are again. Right in my path. Waiting for me, I'd say."

She opened and shut her mouth several times, like a gaping fish. "What?" Duci asked, blinking at him. His comment caught her so far off guard that she didn't even get to smile at his half-grin. It was late, she was slightly inebriated, and she definitely couldn't think of a better come back. The king of brooding had left the talkaholic speechless. "Well...No! Of course not!" she replied defensively after a long moment.

"Well that sounds mighty convincing there, darlin'." He chuckled, it felt good to just be himself. He had absolutely nothing to lose and why pass up someone who was willing to talk to him when he looked like a freak" "I know what it is. You must just have a thing for scary old men."

Scowling at him, she squinted a bit. Because he was chuckling at her, she did the mature thing and stuck her tongue out. Then, umber rolled heavenward. "Yeah, that's right. Because you know, I'm 14." Despite how she felt moments ago, she found herself giggling. "Maybe a little bit, you know," Duci teased, winking at him.

"I'm not a very nice person." That was his sorry attempt at an apology. Brad stepped closer and ran a hand through dark hair.

Russet irises were slightly distracted by the pup and the woman as they passed, a polite nod returned, but she looked back to Bradley with an awkward, lopsided smile at his half-assed apology. "You suck at apologizing, for the record. But....Maybe you can be?" she countered, tilting her head at him in a manner that send spools of blonde cascading over her shoulder

She had hair like her. Bradley was surprised to find this didn't hurt him as much now as it would have last year. His lopsided smile remained firmly in place when he shrugged. "I think I've got too much baggage to be a nice guy now."

Blissfully unaware of his thoughts, she gauged his reaction. Her smile widened, the corners of ruby red lips curling upward. "Anything is possible, you know?" He may have thought he looked like a freak, but umber flickered absently to the marring, finding it made him look even more rugged.

"I suppose." Dark eyes drank in every inch of her, but not so much in a creepy lecherous way as an appreciative exploration. When his eyes traveled back up to her face, he caught her looking at the scar again. "It's not something you can just ignore, huh' General you, not...you in particular."

Ducii

Date: 2010-04-21 18:51 EST
Her gaze met with his guiltily, pearly whites biting into the flesh of her lower lip. "Perhaps if one was used to seeing it, it'd be easy to ignore...and I knew what you meant," Duci replied, waving a hand dismissively before extending it for his face hesitantly. "Do you mind?" she asked, gesturing to his scarred half.

"I don't know. I see it every day and it still scares me." Brows furrowed momentarily, wondering at her motives. No one but the doctors had touched his scar except for him. After a few moments' hesitation, he conceded and tipped his head towards her outstretched fingers.

"How long has it been?" she asked softly, gently caressing his scarred cheek with her hand. Duci was careful to watch for any signs of pain, phantom or not, but she grinned goofily at him. "It feels like any other cheek, maybe with a few more divets than usual. I think you'll be fine," she declares, winking for him again before withdrawing her hand.

He almost answered seven years, but when his mind caught up with her meaning he cleared his throat. "A little over a year, I think." His gruff voice was quiet, low. Then he flashed that lopsided grin again. "If you say so, you're entitled to your opinion."

The question could have gone either way, but she didn't wish to breach into the privacy of his past unless he wanted to. "You meant to blow your brains out, and you can't even remember when?" she asked skeptically, though she didn't mean it in a bad way. Tinkling laughter resonated in the empty street. "My opinion is rather important, I'll have you know." Her chest puffed up importantly and she poked him in the chest playfully.

"November 5th, 2008," He answered immediately. "It was dusk and I'd just told my brother I'd meet him in the morning for breakfast." Brad shoved his hands into his pockets, looking at the ground and back up to her face. "And why should your opinion be so important to me?"

She immediately regretted asking him about it, a small frown tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I'm sorry," and she meant it. However, she smiled at his next remark, probably a little to cheekily. "Because, I am going to either buy you a beer, or make you the best lobster omelets you'll ever encounter....Granted that you do like lobster?" Duci finishes, sounding unsure and hesitant as, ultimately, she knew nothing about this man.

"Are you asking me out on a date?" He sounded incredulous. That 1. A woman would be so forward, 2. He kind of liked it, and 3. That his scar hadn't scared her off.

"Well, does that count as a date?" she asked, pondering and tapping a digit against her chin. "Yeah," Duci nodded slowly, "Yeah, I guess I am." The corners of her eyes crinkled with mirth as she beamed for him. "Do you like lobster" Because I can kill two birds with one stone."

"Breakfast counts as a date," he confirmed, nodding his head. His gaze dropped to her smile, admiring the genuine happiness she possessed. "I do like Lobster, very much."

She smirked up at him. "Good. It's a date, then. We won't be considered alcoholics if we start drinking after 10 am, right?" There's a sly look on her face as she asks that, looking up at him inquiringly. Bradley Kaiser: A disarming grin was flashed, and with his head turned so the scar was out of sight, he really did look charming. "I think that all depends on what we're drinking."

Her heart might have skipped a beat. She had always been one to admire the opposite sex. "Well, I noticed you were drinking a Badsider earlier...I don't drink beer often, but I'm pretty sure my wetbar has a good stock of them. Any liquor you like?" Duci paused briefly. "That could potentially be a bad idea," she admits sheepishly, rising onto her tippy toes then rocking back onto her heels thoughtfully.

He didn't know what overcame him. Perhaps it was this new sense of freedom he felt in knowing there was nothing to lose or maybe he was just tired of hiding behind his mask of morality. He didn't move any closer, but his intense, piercing gaze burned a fierce look into her eyes. "Are we even going to get to the drinking?"

She had to valiantly suppress the urge to giggle. Swallowing her laughter, she looked up at him as seriously as she could muster, which wasn't much. "Oh, ho' Is that the route we're skipping down, Brad?" Duci asked, waggling her brows at him suggestively. She took a step toward him, smirking to herself, before pressing her lips up against his ear. "Depends on how much you eat, and if you say please." Her breath was warm and humid against the cusp of his ear. When she stepped back, she was - Ducii: smiling innocently.

Bradley remained perfectly still as she pressed her body against his to whisper. Dark eyes sought hers when she pulled away. He was smirking, a hint of boyish charm lingering there in the corners of his smile. "My mom didn't forget to teach me manners. I'll say please, and thank you, too."

Duci's lips twitched with mirth. "Oh, she didn't' Well that's a good mother, then. I'll keep that in mind for future reference." Long lashes batted at him girlishly before she fumbled through her clutch. Removing her lipstick, she grabbed for Bradley's hand. "Here, let me give you my address."

Didn't this sort of thing only happen in movies" He allowed his hand to be taken, turning it palm up so she could scribble with her lipstick. "Future reference," he mumbled, shaking his head in amusement.

Umber lifted up to Bradley's dark gaze and she winked. "You bet, mister." She scribbled in ruby red, 401 Luks Condos, Town Hall Square. She lifted his hand up to her mouth so she could kiss it, leaving an imprint of her smooch on his palm beneath her address. "Now, you know how to find me. I'll be waiting." She stuffed the lipstick back in her purse, and blew Bradley a kiss before taking a step backward in preparation to head home. "Will I see you soon?"

This entire situation just completely blew him away and he had a hard time believe it was really happening. Still smirking, he stared at his palm as she took a step away. That disarming smile was in place again when he finally looked up. "Sure. Just gonna grab a quick shower. Now, these Lobster omelets had better be good now..." warning her as he backed away in the direction of his apartment.

She laughed, her head tossed backward slightly in the process. Umber glittered with mischief and mirth. "Don't keep me waiting for too long. And I promise they'll blow your mind." That was a guaranteed. Lips curved into a Cheshire grin. "Or maybe I'll like what you'll do if they're not good enough for you." She winked lasciviously, giggling to herself as she spun on her heel and headed back toward home. A sneaky look was cast back over her shoulder, umber regarding Bradley a moment longer.