(Taken from live play.)
Pulling the door open as he steps inside, no coat tonight -- just a pair of jeans and dark t-shirt. Hair flopped into his face as his dark brown eyes scanned the room, lips pulled tight.
Cool jades had been glancing about the common area in a bored fashion as she sipped from the fruity drink, appropriately named Passion as it did tempt one into tasting more and more. So, it was during this people watching that she noticed him come through the door. Oh look at the little smile that suddenly lit upon the elf's delicately angular features. Willowy frame was turned fully around and a casual lean was taken with exposed shoulder blades pressed to the bar and those dancer's legs stretched out before her. She turned that smile to the Master Drink Mixer and shook her head lightly when he offered to refill her drink. "I believe I have enough Passion for now, thank you." And her gaze was pulled back to watching the mysterious man with the soulful brown eyes and the accent that she mimicked every time she was in the slightest bit of trouble with him.
There was a slight tilt of his head, causing hair to fall over one side of his face, masking half of the grin which appeared on those lips. Eyes went from toe to head over the long, graceful frame of that elf at the bar, and they settled there. His strides came a little more purposeful, even if he tried to pretend he wasn't on a direct beeline and attempted to look casual and hopefully, a little sexy. Approaching that elf who he hadn't taken his eyes from, he added a low timbre to his voice. "So beautiful, ye come here often?"
She had to force her hand not to lift and smooth his hair from over his eye, as she did countless times per day. Instead forcing down the laughter at their silliness as she attempted to turn a cool calculating eye upon him, her gaze traveling over him slowly as if she didn't already know every inch of him probably better than she knew herself. Her gaze rested upon his lips and that grin that never ceased to cause her heart to flutter. "Often enough. That line really work?" Sooty lashes were batted flirtatiously.
Pulling the door open as he steps inside, no coat tonight -- just a pair of jeans and dark t-shirt. Hair flopped into his face as his dark brown eyes scanned the room, lips pulled tight.
Cool jades had been glancing about the common area in a bored fashion as she sipped from the fruity drink, appropriately named Passion as it did tempt one into tasting more and more. So, it was during this people watching that she noticed him come through the door. Oh look at the little smile that suddenly lit upon the elf's delicately angular features. Willowy frame was turned fully around and a casual lean was taken with exposed shoulder blades pressed to the bar and those dancer's legs stretched out before her. She turned that smile to the Master Drink Mixer and shook her head lightly when he offered to refill her drink. "I believe I have enough Passion for now, thank you." And her gaze was pulled back to watching the mysterious man with the soulful brown eyes and the accent that she mimicked every time she was in the slightest bit of trouble with him.
There was a slight tilt of his head, causing hair to fall over one side of his face, masking half of the grin which appeared on those lips. Eyes went from toe to head over the long, graceful frame of that elf at the bar, and they settled there. His strides came a little more purposeful, even if he tried to pretend he wasn't on a direct beeline and attempted to look casual and hopefully, a little sexy. Approaching that elf who he hadn't taken his eyes from, he added a low timbre to his voice. "So beautiful, ye come here often?"
She had to force her hand not to lift and smooth his hair from over his eye, as she did countless times per day. Instead forcing down the laughter at their silliness as she attempted to turn a cool calculating eye upon him, her gaze traveling over him slowly as if she didn't already know every inch of him probably better than she knew herself. Her gaze rested upon his lips and that grin that never ceased to cause her heart to flutter. "Often enough. That line really work?" Sooty lashes were batted flirtatiously.