"So I'll have to experience your company at least twice? Damn the fates!" Rob clenched his fist and shook it skyward, pulling a frustrated face as he did so. They'd been walking along, talking about dignity and virtue and consciences, all parts of Rob that he often shelved when it came to actually flirting with someone. She did seem to take far too much joy in saying his name. Not that Rob could blame her overmuch, all things being equal.
"Iced coffee and something on rye," Rob offered, "surprise me," and the wink came out again, as did several crumpled bills. Rob worked his way through them, not seeming to care about their condition as he flicked them over the table. he gathered a few to fold together and stick into the tip jar, nodding to the clerks as he did before looking back over at the girl.
"So, is this going to be one of those modern walking dates, since we're clearly going to use the word to make these easier, or do we dare get a table?" he asked, arching a brow and grinning puckishly once more.
Post by Addison Sloane on Jul 4, 2015 11:09:45 GMT -6
Addison chuckled and ruffled the back of her head before smoothing her hair down. This was probably the most bizarre conversation slash flirtation Addison had ever been a part of but it was pretty damn enjoyable too. And he was pretty cute too.
That he thought of tipping reminded the brunette to do the same thing as she fished some money out of her pocket that joined Rob's into the jar.
"Oh so it is a date, is it?" She teased with a smirk before looking over to the table near the window. Shrugging, she leaned on the counter as they waited for their food. "I'm an old fashioned kinda gal. It's too bad this place doesn't have a malt shop and poodle skirts anymore. What happened to old school classics?" She looked back at Rob after shaking her head in amusement.
"I'll take the table. Unless you're a little intimidated by my stares." She purposely looked at him, almost challenging him to look at her back.
"I'm the one asking you that," Rob replied quickly enough. "It's at least a pleasant meeting between two people who share an obvious attraction for each other," and another smile at that. the girl leaned against the counter, tossing off another witticism. The girl could throw them out almost as easily, if not more so, than Rob himself.
Didn't stop him from keeping up: "Ah, one of those stuck in vintage sort of girls. Shame my leather jacket and hair grease is left in the shop," he sighed and looked toward the ceiling. "I could certainly use a nice malt. Or maybe I should go further back and politely escort you in public while a stern maiden aunt looks on in disgust and jealousy," Rob paused for a moment and looked down, "you'll have to cover your ankles though."
And off to a table. Rob took a few steps without even hesitating, turning as he got there and looking to the girl. "It's alright to admit you want to stare, luv," he replied, stretching his arms, "there's a lot here worth ogling."
Post by Addison Sloane on Jul 8, 2015 5:02:34 GMT -6
Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, Addison smirked and shrugged. "If I had to choose an adjective, I suppose pleasant is as good as any." She responded before looking up at the guy, her smile turning genuine for a moment before she laughed at his continuation of her joke.
"Culture is dead it seems. Such a shame." She shook her head in mock disbelief, looking down at her bare ankles and gasping. "Well I never."
His cocky response to her jibe earlier earned Rob a raised eyebrow. "Confident are we?" She asked before pushing herself off the counter to join him at the table. She leaned against the back of the chair, folding her legs at her ankles with her hands clasped in between her thighs.
"I will admit though, that shock of red hair, that's more glaring than anything. Born that way? It's nice, don't get me wrong."
"Certainly pleasing to the ears is pleasant," Rob agreed lightly, adding a click of his tongue, as if simultaneously tasting the word and giving it a flick off into the air again. Those lips soon relaxed back into an expression of amusement as the momentary journey int other cultural past brought up gasps and bared ankles.
soon enough he was waving and bobbing his head, acknowledging her statement regarding his confidence, some might even say cockiness. He stopped to one, pulling it back so that she could take her seat, giving the chair a quick little drumming pat before going along to sit right next to her. "Across is overrated," he explained, even adding another loud scoot closer to her.
"And I'm afraid I was, in fact, born as a ginger," he said, taking a deep sigh. "Alas they did unto me what they do to all my kind: gave us the proper markings," he held out his arms, "and made sure that we didn't spread our nasty contagion to the rest of society. 'course, they didn't expect my markings to spread all over like this, makes things a mite confusing," he looked over his well-inked arms as if seeing them for the very first time.
Post by Addison Sloane on Jul 15, 2015 3:52:17 GMT -6
Addison smirked and nodded. "Can't argue with that." She responded. They had meshed well during the singing session. She didn't doubt they would do quite well in a bigger crowd. And with more practice. If they could do what they did on a whim and pull a crowd, imagine if they actually put more effort into it.
Having Rob basically invade her personal bubble was a little unpleasant. It was probably from years of never actually being intimate with people that closeness just always either pissed her off, or made her want to curl up in a fetal position. Right then, she chose to scoot away enough to leave a gap between them. If Rob got any closer, her self-defense classes and her scrappy upbringing would come in handy soon enough.
When Rob showed his tattoos, Addison had to take a peek. "Whoa, those are some serious ink." Her eyes scanned his arm hungrily, taking every etch in, examining the finer details of the art she was seeing, despite having never appreciated art. Ever.
"I'm guessing you didn't do all this at one particular shop?"
Rob added another wink as Addison agreed with his statements. Yes, he definitely could feel some chemistry here, and he intended to fling more fire onto it and see what he could flare up. However, it also seemed like she didn't quite want to get too physically close just yet. Rob noticed, held up his hands, and then quite purposefully moved his chair in the opposite direction. Hey, what the lady wants, the lady gets.
then it was tattoo time. Rob's arms on the table, already attracting the attention of the fair ladies (a nice side effect, though Rob would have kept them even if they'd been lady repellent, and considering his love of the female sex, that was most definitely saying something). He let her take in the various markings, even turning his arms a few times to let her get the full view. Both arms had been done essentially from finger to shoulder, after all.
"Don't think there's that many done in the same place," Rob commented, looking. "Tried to get one at each stop when I was traveling around. That," he tapped one on his left arm, "is actually from Thailand, and a few others from all around. I like my mementos colorful and attached."
Post by Addison Sloane on Jul 16, 2015 14:51:58 GMT -6
Points for Rob realising where the line was drawn, which was a good thing because she was actually enjoying his company quite well. It showed as she took interest in his tattoos, listening to him talk about them.
"How many places have you gone to?" She asked. "You have to tell me what each of them mean. I've only gotten one tattoo in my life and that has had me swearing it off entirely." She chuckled, showing him the date she had tattoes on her inner wrist of the day she thought she fell in love.
Lines were there to be noticed and skirted around. But crossing them shouldn't be done without a good deal of protection and at least two escape plans. Fortunately there was quite a bit to enjoy on this side of the boundary.
"Lost count after a while," Rob admitted, adding a slight shrug. "That sounds like a quip or something to make your ladybits flutter, but it's the damn truth. See," he pointed at one, "that's from a particularly seedy place in Asia: got infected from it. You can't see any of it because I got others. But between that and, say," he drew the line to a lizard, "that one, I passed through a few other places," Rob paused and took a good look at the other one. "Date, eh? Bucking from tradition a bit there. Got some significance? Or is that more of a third date thing?"
Post by Addison Sloane on Aug 7, 2015 23:43:11 GMT -6
"Ladybits? What are you nine?" She chuckled before continuing to listen to his explanations. With her chin propped up in her hand, she itched to touch the tattoos but she kept herself at bay. It wasn't too difficult but she did want to feel the raised grooves under her fingers.
"You're awfully sure you'd even have a second date." Addison smirked, though she knew by then, there had to be another. Even if it wasn't a date. The guy was cute, he played music and he had tattoos up and down his arms. Definitely second date worthy to her.
"I'm not nine, I'm English," Rob replied promptly, throwing a bit of the Queen's English into the words. He offered Addie another one of the winks before giving his fingers a slight wiggle. He could tell she definitely wanted to check them out a little more, and part of him almost wondered if she wanted to go further.
Flirting first though. Addie had called him out on it, and Rob paused to tilt his head. "Well, you did confuse being a proper member of the British isles with being nine, but I'm of the opinion that is something we can eventually learn to get over. Plus, we both know I'm far too intriguing for you not to want to spend a bit more time with me," Rob offered another wink and then stretched out his arms again, before drawing them back. There was a point when it entered the world of flaunting, and that was definitely more of a second or third date potential.
Post by Addison Sloane on Aug 15, 2015 1:04:24 GMT -6
She simply rolled her eyes at the response, though there was still a smirk on her lips which showed her amusement.
His cockiness, though very much on point, made her roll her eyes again. She did find him intriguing enough to grant him another date but man, he needed to retire that cockiness if he wanted to get beyond that.
Their food finally came and she took a sip of her drink, humming her approval before taking a big bite out of her sandwich. "So were you self-taught or you actually went for lessons to get that good at singing?"
The eye rolls generally meant that he was doing a good job. Rob did expect that to some degree; hardly the first time and all that. Didn't make him feel any less relieved when he got the expressions that confirmed it. There did seem to be quite a few eyerolls, but maybe that was just Addie's way of expression herself. It was a fairly usual reaction to Rob, after all.
A drink, some sandwich, and then questions. "Bit of both," Rob offered, adding a slight shrug. "Took some classes in it back when I was in jolly ole England, but I'd already taught myself to play and sing and all that. Working on getting an official degree now too. What about yourself?' he gestured toward her, "that all natural or do you have the long history of practice to back it up?"
Rob arched his brows and reached for his own coffee, taking a sip. He had his sandwich to consider too, but he was mostly letting it set, wanting things to seep into one another, which always took at least a little while longer.
Post by Addison Sloane on Aug 17, 2015 6:16:32 GMT -6
Addison continued to eat her food even as Rob spoke. No use wasting a perfectly good sandwich just to really concentrate on someone talking. It wasn't like she couldn't do both.
They were both a mixture of circumstances, something Addison felt was more than comforting. It just meant she wasn't the only one who needed the training.
"The guitar was self taught and practiced for a while. The voice...that was quite recent. My manager thought I could do with a few pointers from some professionals." She admitted. "But it got good enough that it sold a few albums so I think it's fine." She chuckled. A few translated to a few thousands. Not to mention the iTunes downloads. It wasn't enough for her to attend the Grammys any time soon but it was pretty good all the same.
Rob followed Addison's lead, finally digging into his sandwich while she offered he response. She wasn't the only one who wanted to satiate some hunger after all. He did note that she said "manager" which probably meant that she was at least semi-professional, and likely at a "higher" level than Rob himself. Not that the redhead hadn't laid down a few demos and played some sessions here and there: it had just never been something that really jived with his whole view of the life.
"Should I be Googling you or something?" Rob asked, pointing. "Would hate to think that I ended up going on a date with a sell-out. I'd be right ostracized. And you," he rolled his eyes, "your reputation would just tank from being seen with a bum like me," Rob took a sip of his drink. "Seriously though: good on you for figuring out how to turn a natural born gift into something worth while. I ain't got the patience for it myself, and look where it's left me," he gestured. He liked his life well enough, but even he had to admit that it wasn't a great fit for anyone. His lack of ambition in these matters might come to haunt him eventually; right now he was just enjoying things as they came.