Just Under the Upperhand

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina smiled, “I’m rarely, if ever, the right type of girl, come to think of it,” she joked. Selina knew her way around some of the town… sort of, but she’d lived in Santiago all of her life. Adjusting to a completely different culture was enough of a shock and adjusting to a different town and learning her way as well as the language and focusing on school… it was all a bit much sometimes. She’d adjusted well enough so far, but she wasn’t exactly immune to homesickness either.


    She loved the idea of travel and there was much she had enjoyed about moving here, but sometimes it would be nice to know that there was someplace to return to. Right now, she just had Bellefonte, and whatever apartment her mom had found in Nevada which she knew was temporary at best. Selina found other distractions though, and the man across from her had the potential to be just that.


    Selina shrugged at his response and smiled, “There are many types of intelligence and I’d wager that you’re far more musically knowledgeable than I’ll ever be,” she offered honestly. She highly appreciated music, but she’d never played an instrument in her life, and most likely never would. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to learn, it was just that it took time and money that she didn’t have to spare.


    Selina laughed at his answer, “I’m sure it’s the bane of just as many beautiful women,” she responded with a grin. “Though, I’ll keep that in mind. Any particular type of closet you’d prefer?” she asked. “Or is a bedroom acceptable? If closets are a thing of yours though, I’m flexible,” she teased. Selina took another drink of water as she worked on her potato, her fatigue from using her power fading quickly now that she had food in her system.

[Rob Snow]

"It's all a matter of making types match. We're social creatures at the end of the day, luv," Rob replied airily, adding another of his little winks. He'd all but finished up his meal, gathering the pieces together. Again: definitely not the best food that he'd ever eaten, but certainly a far cry from the worst. rob wouldn't think twice about heading here again, especially if the need for fuel hit him.

Or the need for more conversations such as this one, where he'd even managed to pull a compliment out of Selina. "My, my," he had to say, raising his brows, "was that a compliment? I'm all aflutter," he waved his hand over his chest as if to still his beating heart. Laughter followed and a claim that women would be longing as well. given this girl, that wasn't much of a surprise to Rob.

"Well, bedrooms are quite nice,' Rob admitted. "Closets really aren't my thing. Been pulling people out of them from time to time, helpful hands and all. I'm more of a Wardrobe person: the magic happens in there all the time." He smiled at that, then leaned forward slightly. "But you really should work me over a bit more. Desperate lad like me would at least be willing to pay for dinner, don't you think?"

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina nodded to him, “We should all hire a matchmaker. One for friends and lovers, and another for the people you need to avoid,” she agreed with a laugh. She’d been thinking more ‘right’ in terms of what people considered socially acceptable, but she didn’t mind his interpretation either. Besides, her mind had gone to Fiddler on the Roof, which was always fun. 

    Selina grinned and shook her head, “Take what you can, I give very little,” she teased, chuckling at his antics. “Though, if just that can make your heart flutter, you’ll be a fun one to play with,” she added with a grin. She didn’t mean it in the slightest as she never toyed with people in that way unless she really disliked them and had nothing better to do. Selina finished her potato and drained her water bottle. 

    Selina smiled, “I’m with you. Besides, if you’re lucky enough to find a wealthy person’s wardrobe, you can even get your hands on a few fur coats to take with you afterwards,” she offered, remembering some vague details from that particular story. It’d been a while though. "Unfortunately, I am not rich, nor do I own a wardrobe," she added with a playful pout. Selina then eyed him in interest at his offer and smirked, “Alright then, dinner at seven on Saturday sound good to you?” She had honestly thought he was just playing along for the sake of it until now, but she’d find out quickly enough by his answer if he was serious. She never turned down free food... and the sex thing would be fun too.

[Rob Snow]

The thought of having matchmakers for a multitude of things had Rob smiling again. Yeah, that could definitely make for an interesting set of circumstances. Rob also made note of the fact that his smile had fallen gotten contagious enough to be caught by the girl on the other end. She teased right back, but there was laughter in her voice and a sparkle in her eye. Girls always looked better like that, and this one looked good even when she threatened to gut you.

The food finished, which left them with little physical reason to stick around. "Fun's always part of the goal, luv. 'swhat we're all here for in the end," another jaunty wink at that before Rob rearranged the plates, grabbing Selina's trash in an almost reflexive manner. Chivalry could backfire quite spectacularly this day and age, especially with a girl like Selina, but Rob was nothing if not a gambler.

"We'll just have to make due," Rob said with a sight shrug. "I hear tell that beds work even better in some ways," another wink, then a nod. "Saturday at seven. Don't suppose you have any particulars? Besides the obvious need to wear special underwear," he waited a bit, then gestured at himself. "That was for me," he gestured at her, "you can wear whatever you want. I just know there's nothing quite so striking as a ginger in a black thong."

The "you're welcome for the mental image" was very much implied.

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina smiled at him and nodded her agreement, “Of course. Money and pleasure: is there truly anything else?” she asked with a wry smirk. She let him take her trash with a light, “Thank you.” She didn’t interpret it as chivalry so much as him merely being polite, as she’d done similar for friends and others herself. Perhaps that was naïve on her part, but she’d been raised to appreciate the generosity of others. Besides benevolent sexism was something she had less experience with, so she didn’t know how to recognize it as easily as the hostile sexism she’d dealt with far more frequently.


    Selina chuckled and nodded, “I’m sure we’ll figure out something,” she replied. “And why don’t you surprise me? You’re paying after all,” she offered with a shrug. Selina was practical if nothing else, but she smirked at his mention of underwear, “I’ll be sure to wear my finest sports bra,” she assured him with a wink. When he added the bit about a thong, Selina laughed, “Hmm, that’ll certainly interesting,” she offered with a grin. If that was his thing, she wasn’t one to judge. Besides, men looked good in black. “See you Saturday then,” she added with a wave.

[Rob Snow]

"Sex," Rob replied immediately, "but you may count that in pleasure," he gestured. He didn't quite see the two as necessarily being hand in hand. He supposed he could put something about doing good works or something along those lines, but eh, it was a conversation far more suited to after the sheet wrestling than afore it.

they had certainly set a plan, and it struck Rob as a little strange to be considering a date where sex was certainly guaranteed. Then again, this wouldn't be the first time he'd experienced that sort of thing, so he supposed he shouldn't be quite that surprised. His vivid imagination was already painting a picture of the girl in her finest sports bra. "Best dress to match," he replied airily, leaving the precise details of that to the imagination.

It was smile and wave then. "Saturday it is," he offered agreeably. "Downtown: we'll figure from there," because all the best places were downtown, save for the actual clubs, and who wanted to actually eat there?

Rob raised a hand one more time before walking backward. He moved a few beats, attention focused on the girl, before turning and leaving in a more appropriate fashion.