C'mon Set the Tone

[Rob Snow]

"I need you darling, c'mon set the tone," Rob sang out while his hand kept strumming a fairly upbeat tune. his feet had kept moving, and he was half-dancing, half-walking as he kept playing, his movements matching the easy to match groove fairly well. "If you feel you're falling, Won't you let me know?"

Rob was actually singing at the upper end of his register, which he'd been told was sexy before. He at least knew it sounded fairly good, and that was what he was going for now. Next step was to unleash a series of "Oh's" in line with the beat. Rob did so, hand continually strumming and moving along, likely matching some other movements at this point.

Mostly because he'd sort of kind of just randomly approached a pretty girl nearly at random and started serenading her.

In Rob's defense, he'd been scoping out the girls for a while now. He'd been sitting on one of the edges of a fountain, strumming his guitar and working through notes just generally entertaining the public. He often ended up walking around and singing to various people, figuring that he might as well play up the whole wandering troubadour thing. This girl in particular: something about her stuck out.

Though that could just be Rob's penis telling him to go for it.

Next thing he knew, he was moving in front of her, grooving, playing, singing, and generally working at entertaining while simultaneously flirting through music.

You know. Like you do.

vid link to song

[Rachel Jacobs]

Rachel was humming under her breath along the pretty tune she heard, her eyes focused on the cellphone in front of her while she held her iced tea with her free hand, sitting on a random bench near the fountain and tapping one foot against the floor, following the rhythm of the music. Nice voice. But who cared! Look at that funny picture! She snorted, laughing loudly as she waved her finger on the screen, making it change to a new one. "Meh!" She managed to say and slid her finger to go to the next one. Just your average Saturday morning at the courtyard.

She was slurping on her tea when she noticed a shadow over her and looked up to see some random guy playing the guitar. So THAT'S what that music was. Ha. Curious she hadn't seen him there. Maybe cellphones did turn you into zombies! Oh, someone should definitely make a movie about- Wait, dude still singing and in front of her.

Rachel smiled up at him, amused that he seemed to be... serenading her? Well, why wouldn't he? Have you looked at her? Still, romance was so not her thing and, while the gesture still made her giggle like a teenage girl with a crush, she knew it wasn't going to accomplish anything. Still, it was cute of him to try, not to mention he was pretty cute already. Well, maybe she could amuse him since she was bored and had free time.

She placed her tea and cellphone on the bench and clapped her hands together, grinning widely at him, "Bravo!" She said, not even minding if she was interrupting the song, "Pretty song. You should sing it to a cute girl. Sounds like the perfect song to pick up girls." She was teasing, of course, since those eyes didn't lie. She knew what he'd been trying to do.

[Rob Snow]

Rob nodded his head as he finished, before moving the gesture into something of a bow. He pulled back up, getting a better read on the girl. Accent seemed fairly American, which was the norm here. Put his lilting mix at an advantage for most conversations, and Rob fully intended to do that now.

"That's odd," he said, straightening up and letting his hands keep going, playing (and showing off) without seeming to need much more concentration. "I could have sworn that I found a pretty girl to serenade. I suppose that wherever you're from they took away all the mirrors to make sure that you don't end up falling in love with your reflection? Serious problem, that."

Rob tapped his guitar a few times, before leaning forward, again singing: "Can you feel it?" The fingers went back, moving along the strings, alternating. Rob bounced slightly, even moving to actually sit next to the girl for a moment: "All the guys out here don't really wanna dance," he winked, rising up, "can you feel it? All that I can hear is music from the back," he jerked his head, moving again, he released his hands to free them and clap for a bit, "found you hiding here so hoped you'd take my hand, darling," another wink, and he said the last few words, though he put a little lyrical spin on them. "Before the beat kicks in again."

[Rachel Jacobs]

"That is EXACTLY what happened." She said in amusement. Wow, this guy was so not going to stop the romancing, was he? Well, she still found it funny. But see, Rachel just didn't believe in that sort of thing. She just figured if someone wanted to bang, all they needed to do is ask. Still, the way he kept playing that guitar all impressively like, she was sure it would make any girl's panties disappear. Hell, even she was starting to feel flattered.

Rachel moved closer as he sat beside her, turning to him and leaning over the bench. "See, I'm actually a princess." Oh yes, she was, "And my evil bitch mother put me in the highest tower of the castle, all to keep me from looking at myself in the mirror. I was enchanted." She added that little detail, "By her. I mean, look at me. I'm so hot even she can't handle it. So she said the moment I look at my own reflection, I'll turn into stone." Mixing fairytales here, but she didn't care. She was having fun making up shit. "I was waiting for a handsome... prince to rescue me, but Bellefonte's gorillas got there first." She shrugged and leaned closer, her voice turning low, "To this day I still don't know how I look. Not a clue. BUT! The legend says that if I'm kissed by that one guy who never showed up, I'll..." She'd what? "I'll be free from the spell." Not that creative, but give her points for thinking on the spot. "Has to be with tongue though." She added, because what was the point of making out with a stranger if there wasn't going to be any tongue involved. "My mom's kind of a pervert." Not true, but it worked for her story. She grinned again and continued, "But I'll never know what I look like." She shrugged and leaned back on the bench, grinning at him. "There's a serious lack of princes in Bellefonte."

He continued showing off and she smiled again, shaking her head. She was trying her best not to fall for it. And wow, was this difficult. "Oh, I feel it, baby." She answered in amusement at the lyrics, talking over him. "Mhm, they don't." She leaned back as he stood, grinning widely as she rested her arms over the back of the bench. "Feeling it. Totally feeling it." She smiled again, shaking her head and taping her foot with his clapping. This was so entertaining. "My, holding hands? Before marriage?" That bit was to follow her story, and to scare him off a little. He was trying just so hard though. It was kind of endearing. "So bold." She added, and then pretended to be flustered, fluttering her eyelashes at him as she pulled a hand out for him to grab, it was hard to keep her smile down though, and she still bit on her lower lip around it, trying to hold back.

[Rob Snow]

Exactly? Rob had to grin at that, certain that the girl was playing along with him. He didn't have any issue with that: he could certainly come up with something that played along with that. Of course, right now, he was more focused on getting through this particular number. Didn't stop him from considering other numbers that he could possibly pull out for her.

Ah, but she kept going while he played, fleshing out a truly impressive fairy tale for him. Rob raised his brows as she went, noticing the bits about handsome princes and such. "It's been my experience that most moms are secret perverts," Rob replied in response, nodding slightly. "Though there aren't many princes. I mean," he shrugged and paused playing to gesture at himself, "I'm a minstrel. I'm more likely to be the one sneaking on up your tower and stealing your virtue instead of kissing you and make it well."

The finish, the song, the girl feeling it. Holding hands and the bold. Rob pulled her upright, and he smiled at her, meeting her eyes. "So, here's the real question: does the princess have a name? Or am I just supposed to call you my fair damsel?" he raised the hand he held to his lips to give it a slight kiss, all while keeping his eyes focused on her.

[Rachel Jacobs]

More of a minstrel. She grinned at that. Oh yeah, this guy was no prince, but he truly was charming. She laughed at his talk of lost virtue, "Scandalous! My mother the bitch queen will have you beheaded for that insolence!" and then shrugged. "Although, the spell didn't say anything about staying pure." She snorted as she thought of it. That ship had sailed long ago. "But you can be sure I won't be asleep while this happens." She added, following the fairy tale theme. "IF it happens. I'd still have to keep the window open for you to sneak in." Who wants the 'kiss and make well' anyway? This was more fun.

He kept singing and she kept enjoying it, finding it actually charming, if not a tad too much. But he seemed just like that, too much. He pulled at her and she stood suddenly, laughing in delight. This guy was so much fun. She grinned as he asked her name and shook her head, nibbling on her lower lip around her smile. "Rachel." She said, "But you're welcome to call me anything you please" She shrugged, "Although I'm pretty used to 'your highness' by now." She smiled again, staring for a second and taking in his features. She couldn't deny he had a boyish charm. "And how should I address you, my noble minstrel?" Noble was stretching it, she thought, but it was still fun to play on the fantasy. Besides, he'd kissed her hand and it was hard not to grin after that.

[Rob Snow]

"Well, as long as she takes my top head. That's my least favorite," Rob replied, again without missing a beat. Soon enough he was chuckling at Rachel's humor though, the little comment about staying pure. He was willing to wager that she'd probably moved beyond that point by now. No shame in that: that was how the world worked. Besides, there were different kinds of innocence and different things to show to people. Was what made the world interesting.

"I am rather good at sneaking in," Rob admitted, before the hands and the song picked up, moving things away. There was a name and a lip nibble, which had Rob smiling. "Rachel," he repeated, nodding. He tapped the guitar a few times. "Isn't that the one that someone worked seven years for? Sort of does fit in with your mother's idea of keeping you around in a tower or what have you. Though I hope it'll take me a little less time, assuming your highness is willing, of course," Rob said with a wink.

The hand was released, and Rob slung the guitar so it wasn't in front. Meant that his hands wouldn't be fiddling, which struck him as being slightly more polite. "My name be Robert Brandon Snow, fine lad of the British Isles, so recently flung throughout the world to pollinate and roam. Luck brought me here though, to you, so it seems as though I owe luck a debt, no?" And he finished with a bow that wouldn't have looked out of place at a Renaissance Fair.

[Rachel Jacobs]

Rachel laughed at his joke again. "My, I have NO idea what you mean with that, sir!" She faked innocence, although she knew very well what he meant. Her wide smile showed as much. Okay, at least he was making his intentions clear. Good, she'd have fun with him that day.

He was good at sneaking in. That made her lick her lips at the thought. Oh! That only made it more fun, though now with her parents all the way... wherever they were, she was sure she didn't even have to sneak around anymore. "I'm sure, but what about sneaking out?" Her smile widened, "What if you won't be able to walk once the fun is had?" She tried to keep her voice as innocent as possible then, but her smile was still in place, "Hard to sneak out then."

He compared her to another story, one she didn't know and she merely shrugged, smiling at his wink. Her face was starting to hurt with how much he was making her smile. "Is it? I really don't know it. But I don't think you need seven years to get to me." Her smile widened, "It's been less than seven minutes now, and your highness is very willing already." Nobody could say Rachel wasn't easy to charm. Easy to conquer? Maybe, but no one was talking future or ownership here.

He released her hand and she placed it on her waist, grinning widely as he introduced himself with all the charm of a real minstrel, laughing as he bowed. Brit Rob, not that she hadn't already guessed where he was from, what with the accent and all. She did a curtsey, lifting her imaginary dress, "My pleasure." She added in her most uppity and fake British accent, even if it was just to tease him. "And you certainly owe her big time, sir Robert." She said, still playing along, "Though I'd say you take what you can now, before lady luck changes her mind." She licked her lips again, "She's one fickle lady." Rachel took a step closer. "So... what do you propose we do to... seize the opportunity? " Her smile widened, "She can have her debt paid back later." Right then, he was hers to play with, she decided.

[Rob Snow]

Rob laughed lightly at her comments, though he couldn't help but pay attention as she licked her lips. "Hmm, I think I can manage a sneak out," he replied easily enough, letting his lilting accent slide around it. He thought he picked up a not-so-subtle hint about how that might be more difficult, and he had to raise his brows. "Surely a princess wouldn't leave a minstrel feeling so abandoned? Though if you're that eager for more attention..." Rob paused for a moment, as if thinking, before nodding, "yeah, that's the best way of getting it."

Nothing quite like a receptive girl. Rob couldn't help but smile again, showing some of his teeth this time, as she insisted that seven minutes was more than enough time. He had to admit that while he did flirt with pretty well every pretty face, he was decidedly more partial to the ones that could fire back so effectively. What flirt didn't like to be flirted with?

"Oh dear, a hand on a waist? And in public?" he said, adding a little gasp and pulling his other hand up. His eyes went around for a bit, as if looking. there was an accent and a curtsy and a promise of more. Then a licking of the lips.

Well, Rob didn't need any clearer sign than that. "Seems like it's seizing time. And maybe we can try and figure out if your mother was lying about the prince bit."

And with that, he lowered his head, already angling his lips to meet hers.

[Rachel Jacobs]

Rachel snorted. "Oh, my. How insolent. You dare say a princess like me would crave attention from a roughish minstrel?" Her smile widened, "I am merely stating facts, good sir. And if I dare... give my attentions to you it's merely out of the kindness of my heart." She bit on her lower lip before adding, "And my weakness for redheads."

He was already moving closer as well, and she grinned as he seemed to fall for her lure. Not that she didn't like the attention, mind you, but it was always nicer to know she'd been the one to lead him there and not the other way around. That still gave her control over the intentions of their game, and she would make sure she'd win.

Rachel closed her eyes as she saw him coming, smiling as she awaited for her kiss. And waited. And then, she felt it. The slight cold, hard pressure against her lips. Hard and cold? Was he a robot now? She blinked her eyes open and noticed she'd made one of her lovely walls in front of her, and that was exactly what she was kissing now. So she did what any reasonable person would do in such a situation. She laughed. Hard.

"I'm so sorry!" She said between giggled, waving a hand to make the field disappear. "So sorry! I- I can-" She snorted and laughed again, placing a hand on his shoulder as laughter took over. She laughed against his neck, still unable to control her chuckles. "Oh, wow. That was the worst!" More chuckles and she moved back to smile at him. "Lady luck is not THAT on your side." She giggled again and bit on her lower lip to hold it back. Ah, such was her luck.

[Rob Snow]

A weakness for redheads, eh? Rob had definitely struck gold here, and that pleased him all the way down to, well, just below the waist, technically. He was more than willing to play along with this game. He didn't even mind if he ended up "losing": the consolation prize seemed to be worth all the trouble to play.

Except it seemed as though someone was already crying foul. Something had definitely popped in front of Rob's lips that were definitely not a soft set of female lips. He ended up opening his eyes, nearly crossing them to try and see what was going on. His brow furrowed slightly as he brought a hand up, poking around the area.

Then Rachel backed up and started laughing, leaving Rob standing there feeling like an idiot. "This school censored or something?" he asked, looking around, trying to determine if there was some strong force keeping him from getting his well-earned attentions. "That wasn't even PG, let alone PG-13 or something worse!" he protested, gesturing at Rachel for a moment. He then had to look at her as she chuckled, ending up laughing a little himself.

He brought the hand he'd brought to her waist up to run through his hair. "Or maybe someone's just thinking that a little anticipation will make it sweeter," he replied. "Or a censor. Still wouldn't be surprised if some blighter jumped out from behind a bush and slapped me with a cruel fine," he actually started looking around, seriously half-expecting precisely that.

[Rachel Jacobs]

She couldn't answer as she laughed, shaking her head as he asked about censorship. "N-no!" She managed between giggles, still finding it funny. Her damned powers betrayed her again! And here she was all worked up and eager and with no place to go. So unfair. And so goddamned funny too! Her laughter increased when he laughed along. "And here I was looking forward to the R stuff." She teased and then tuck her tongue out at him playfully.

Anticipation? She chuckled, moving away from him as he dropped his hand from her waist. Fuck that! She was more of a 'right now' kind of person. But she had to admit, this was sort of like an omen. "I'd love to see that!" She said with wide eyes, turning to a random bush. "Come on out, mister blighter!" She called out to nobody, still smiling widely, "You can join in!" She laughed at her own joke, holding her stomach as she did. It lasted for several seconds until it died out, turning to smile at Rob again. Rob. She kind of liked that.

"Maybe we'll get to it next time." She said, straightening her back and approaching him. She rose a hand and lightly ran a finger on his cheek, biting her lower lip as she touched his beard. That would probably cause some skin damage in more sensitive zones. She was so looking forward to that. Her eyes probably gave away what she'd been thinking about and she smiled at him lazily, "That is if there's a next time." She chuckled again, dropping her hand. "But that's really up to your lady Luck, isn't it?" She winked at him and smiled widely.

[Rob Snow]

"You're not the only one," Rob insisted. He couldn't help but find her laughter infectious, eventually giving in and laughing himself. Especially as she continued with his talk about the blighter. Just hearing the word coming out of her had him laughing enough to bend over slightly. He was soon shaking his head, eyes closed.

Though his laughter ended before hers, pulling him up for a smile. "Well, nothing says we can't push that next time up a little," He suggested. Her hand went up, and he felt it going through his beard. That little patch of fur was actually fairly soft: Rob had that genetic advantage working for him. Still, he knew that it could be "ticklish" to all sorts of areas, so even while girls might have mixed opinions, he liked to keep it. Well, that and it helped make him look a little closer to his actual age.

"Ever think about saying fuck you to Lady luck?" he asked, raising his brows. He kept his distance though, wanting to read the signs and not push things. Rob was willing to toss it to Fate to decide if they ran into each other again, but he wanted to see if he couldn't at least get something out of this encounter. "So much better to try and make our own luck, don't you think? Plus, if you leave me wanting too much more I'll have to wander around and sing sad songs. And people can only take so many listens to 'Hallelujah' before they start throwing stones."

He shrugged and leaned forward slightly. "You wouldn't want to be responsible for my stoning, now would you?"

[Rachel Jacobs]

He laughed along. Oh, wow. He laughed along. That made Rachel just so incredibly happy, to hear him laugh with her. Not many people could do that. They couldn't just laugh loudly, like a kid would. She loved that he did. It only made her like him further. Not that she needed much to like someone, but him laughing and joking made her want to spend time with him and not just- well, what she usually did with men she met.

She smiled as he talked about his lady Luck. "Poor lady luck." She teased, "Though I think from what just happened, she told you 'fuck you' just a few moments ago." She chuckled as she thought of what a disaster that kiss ended up being. "I guess she deserves the insult." Even though it'd been Rachel's lack of control that screwed them both. She giggled at the memory. Ah, what a mess.

He insisted he wanted something and Rachel grinned. Oh, pushy man. "Oh, I wouldn't be able to carry on with my life!" She joked back, "Imagine me! The cause of dead of the most talented minstrel! I'd be hanged for sure." She chuckled again and took a step closer. "Alright, Sir Rob. You leave no choice but to give you something to endure time until the next time we'll meet." Oh, and they'd meet again, she'd make sure of it. "Now, close your eyes and wait for it. Come on. No need to be shy." She grinned, "Stand still now..." She whispered, leaning closer, placing both hands on each shoulder as she licked her lips. Truth was, she kind of wanted to kiss him too.

[Rob Snow]

Rob smiled and shrugged. "Lady luck deserves it. I'll sing to her later, make up for it," he added a little wink, still smirking. Rachel's followup giggle had him chuckling again, and he had to shake his head. If he wasn't careful, he'd end up just giggling right along with her himself. Though part of him was fairly certain that wouldn't be such a horrible thing, really.

It seemed as though his little ploy had worked (not that he'd expected otherwise, really). Rachel kept going, joking. "Exactly," he slid in between her little bit there, adding a few more nods and even putting a hand to his heart, as though indicating that she quite clearly held his fate in her hand.

Though her setup had him raising his brows. Hands went on his shoulder, and she was licking her lips again (yes, he hadn't stopped noticing how often she licked or nibbled or did who knows what with those. Very distracting, that). "Should I be trusting you now? Making me put quite a bit of faith into some random princess I just met," he sighed dramatically, closing his eyes, "though I'm not seeing as though you left me much choice in the matter..."