All the Right Moves (C)

[Alexander Griffin]

Voice - Wearing

Alexander didn't often leave the school, preferring instead to stick around to make sure the place didn't go up in blazes, but he'd felt the urge earlier that evening to get away if only for a few hours. He hadn't a bloody idea what he would do, actually. Should he hit the bowling alley? Practice his strike count? Nah, can't say tha' I'm in the mood fer it. The man thought as he passed by the neon sign adorned with pins and illuminated in blue. That could wait for another night. His stomach suddenly gave a harsh squeal, sounding very much as if a small monster was living inside of his belly with noisy discontent. Food it is. A small grin pulled at his face and he immediately changed course, pushing open the door to a small pub. The soft tinkle of a bell following him inside.

Sidling up to the bar, he grinned at the pretty bartender. "Hullo, Gorgeous. I'll get the chicken platter in a second, but firs' I'll take a beer an' your number ta go wi' it." The words were laced with his British accent, somehow making them sound more alluring than they actually were. He gave a wink and sat back on his stool. The night was already looking to be a good one, though if he didn't get some food in him soon his stomach might start digesting itself. Wouldn't that be interesting?

Emma Delacroix

[Emma Delacroix]

Leaning forward, the blonde placed both her arms on the bar counter, her hair hanging loose down her shoulders as she smiled at the stranger with the cocky attitude. He was cute, in a rugged kind of way. He looked like those kind of people you often saw in the lead in prison movies, yet, there was something overly charming about him. Charming in that dangerous bad boy kind of way.

And as everyone in Emma's life knew; she loved bad boys.

"I can fix you a beer," she replied, reaching for a bottle. "But my number you're going to have to work a little harder for," she added with a smirk as she placed the bottle of beer in front of the lad.

His accent was charming too, but thankfully, the French Canadian had a kicking accent of her own; two people could play that game, after all. "Don't choke on your ego there, buddy boy," she continued, the playful smirk still apparent on her lips as she pulled back to clear the empty bottles off the bar.

[Alexander Griffin]

He raised an eyebrow, his little grin growing a fraction as he popped the top off of the beverage and took a measured gulp. The lass had spunk and it was quite admirable. "Well, love, I'll certainly try." He said, looking down as he set the bottle gently upon the wooden surface of the bar. The stain used on the wood turned it into a deep mahogany color that he rather enjoyed looking at; The color made him think of rich and delicious foods. Why? He'd no idea, but it certainly reminded him of his growing hunger. Alexander took up the glass again and pressed the rim to his lips only to pause and speak beforehand. "A pretty lady like yourself must 'ave a name, migh' I be so bold as ta inquire it?" A charismatic smile spread across his face and he held out a hand for her to shake. "I'd be Alexander, though you can call me Alec."

Her accent held his attention and he wondered where she might have originated from. France, perhaps? The mutant had only run into a few French characters in his lifetime, but they seemed to have fairly distinct accentuations. A chuckle escaped his lips and he shook his head once as he spoke, smiling into the words as his lips moved to form them. "Just tryin' to put a bit more light in my life." Alec winked again and took another sip of the beer. It tasted quite good. "But I've got a big mouth, I don' think I'll choke. Speakin' o' which, where can a guy order some food around 'ere? I'm starvin'!" He exclaimed and waived down a waitress with a good bit of enthusiasm and a quirky grin, attempting to add a bit of humor to their current conversation.

[Emma Delacroix]

"I do," she replied with a light smile. Though, she didn't intend on giving it to him. "It's bartender for you, laddie," she added quickly with a smirk as she placed the clean, empty glasses back where they belonged. "Is this where you tell me all your friends call you Alec too, and therefor should I? But honey, I told you to try harder and so far, I'm disappointed." Despite her words, which because of many reasons, could be taken harshly, was layered with a kind of playful innocence that, at least in Emma's head, softened the blow.

Shrugging, the blonde gestured around her before puffing her lips. "This is a bar," she said, matter-of-factly. After all, she wouldn't be working here if she had to cook too. She loved being a bartender, but there was only so much she was willing to do for drunk people. "But there's a nice place down the street. They target people who attend these bars." And probably got a lot of money out of it too; Drunk people were usually starving.

"In light of that information, I probably shouldn't be giving you anything else to drink," she said with a light smirk.

[Alexander Griffin]

The girl was gonna be stubborn about everything it seemed. Alec chuckled and shook his head in response, opting to keep quiet on that one. There was no way in hell he'd just call a dame "bartender", it was rude at the very least. To him it was the equivalent of saying "hey, you're only known by your profession and what you can offer me, not by you as another human being". Ah well, guess Gorgeous it was, then. "Actually I was just gonna say that it's easier an' saves us all a bit o' time. And I'm terribly sorry ta 'ear that, Gorgeous, youda made a fine friend." He gave a wink and downed the rest of his drink, allowing the cool liquid to slide down his throat smoothly before he set the empty bottle upon the bar with a clink.

His eyebrows rose dramatically and he appeared shocked, even placing an open hand on his breast as if affronted and astounded by what she'd said. "Well I never! This is a bar? I thought it was th' Karaoke Club!" The grin slid upon his face once more and he shrugged innocently. "I know, I know, I'm jus' yankin' your chain, darlin', I'll hit up those places later." He'd probably hit them all up a few times, actually. Alexander's stomach gave another growl and he moved to suppress the sound by leaning over and placing his elbow on the bar, head resting on closed fist. "Tha' was my firs' one o' the night, hones'ly! Ya can't cut me off jus' yet! It's my abilities, ya know? They give me a lot o' energy ta burn and I'm always hella hungry because o' it." Alec shrugged with his smile still latched firmly upon his face.

[Emma Delacroix]

"Yes, I would," she agreed with confidence, a sly smirk forming on her plump lips as she looked at the man sitting in front of her. He was handsome, in a rugged kind of way. She appreciated the attention he offered her, but that didn't mean she was about to give it up so easy. That was the most efficient way, that she knew so far, to reek the weed out from the flowers. "At least you got that part right."

"Nah," she said, mimicking the dramatic way he carried himself. "I've been trying to get that idea pushed through, but the manager doesn't seem very keen on having this turning into Kalispell Glee club," she said, her eyebrows wiggling only to show the man she was messing around. Then the man said something that had the blonde's eyebrows knitting together. "You're a mutant," she said, her voice hushed; in truth, she wasn't even sure why she was surprised. She had nothing against mutants personally, but this was her first time meeting one - at least officially.

[Alexander Griffin]

Alexander chuckled at her response and looked down at his hand, now half curled and resting upon the bar as he tried to figure out what he'd do next. Flirting was oh so fun, but he had an empty stomach to deal with. Perhaps I'll go in a minute. It wasn't everyday he ran into a dame who was beautiful, hard working, and had a sense of humor.

Alec cocked an eyebrow and leaned forward slightly in mock disappointment. "Tha' righ'? Damn shame that is, migh' have made the place pop a bit. Woulda liked to sing Hit Me Baby One More Time, too." Shrugging, he pulled back a bit to glance around the small pub. Other than them there were only one or two others, but they weren't worried about the conversation happening up front, instead they were transfixed upon their own drinks and avoiding eye contact with the world. I couldn' do it. Would make me uncomfortable as all hell.

The man's eyes snatched back at the girl, assessing her reaction to his being a mutant. He'd momentarily forgotten that in town everyone did not, in fact, have "superpowers". Her voice was hushed and she seemed a bit uneasy. Dammit Alexander, way ta screw yerself over. He thought with an inward groan at the prospect of having already managed to run someone off. "I, uh. Yeah." He said rather awkwardly, scratching behind his ear absentmindedly as he fought to hide the embarrassment of his slip up. "I won' hurt ya though, I- that is, we're, not ... bad." Alexander said lamely and gave a sheepish grin.


***OOC: I'm so sorry for the late reply!