Nathan_Pierce
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- Posted: Wed, 21 Mar 2012 01:14:53 +0000
Half a chuckle escaped his pierced lips as he dipped his head in a nod to her question of whether or not he was from the area, "Yeh, I'm as local as I can stand. I can take or leave London, quite honestly. Like the fact it's always alive, but the tourists and the posh I can live without." His smile cracked wider when she mentioned she'd eat anything, mind immediately dropping dirty though he didn't bother making a comment on it, "If you're easy, then we should hit the---" Scarlett's mobile buzzed, interrupting his suggestion. With her mobile vibrating, the young woman cast him a sheepish grin. Cute, she was blushing again. The Londoner kicked his eye to her mobile: it gave him another opportunity for a glance across her frame. At least he was a bit more stealthy this time, as she too was distracted by the device. When she apologised, the male simply shrugged it off with a friendly smile, letting his sky blue gaze shift over to the left as he waited for her to finish up. Now the street punk wished he had another cigarette; it would give him something to do during the small lull in their dialogue as the American fiddled with the technology.
Frankie idly stared at the shops across the street as he mused over his situation. Weren't American girls pretty easy? They at least danced quite differently in the clubs, more provocative than the local girls. His masculine figure shifted over onto his right leg, standing slightly contropposto. Before he could dwell further on debating his chances of success, the soft clap of his companion's mobile shutting drew his attention back to her face. Now introductions were presented as the young woman divulged her name. He let a smile peel across his countenance, taking her hand into a firm handshake before stooping, tilting his head to ensure his mohican wouldn't crash into the young lady, and kissed the back of her hand. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance Scarlett," his lip ring grazed the back of her knuckles, brushing lightly over her skin during the gesture, as he politely accepted her formal introduction. Pulling himself back up to a stand, the male opted to lace his fingers into hers instead of letting go. He quirked his left eyebrow playfully, "Call me Frankie. If you don't mind me saying, your name suits you: I've always thought Scarlett Johansson was a knock-out bird." He acted casual about the hand-holding, as if the small action were nothing out of the ordinary. Even though they'd just met, he was already pushing to find out where the boundaries were. The eccentric male kept his gaze locked on hers, appreciating the friendly pull of her lips. There was no use in drawing attention to something he wanted to get away with, and besides, he wanted to see if he could make her blush harder. "As I was saying, we should hit the pub 'round the corner. They have good bangers and mash, and I could use a jar." Since they weren't going to hop on the tube, he continued walking, keeping the girl's hand in his own as he strolled. Never know until you try: most she could do was protest and yank her hand out of his, after all, he didn't have a death grip on it. Nothing tried, nothing gained. As they rounded the corner, he hummed slightly, aware of the nature of the area they were walking in. "You don't mind knocking shops do you?" Tilting his countenance towards her, he half laughed, correcting himself, "Brothels, you know. There's one literally down the street, but its not dodgy or anything. The occasional spanner'll say something to any bird that walks the pavement, but I'm sure you wouldn't get any lip with me here."
The pair made their way down the street, and Frankie became quiet to let Scarlett interject anything she may want to say. The day was off to a brilliant afternoon, sun shining warmth and seeming to liven up this usually vacant part of the city. Deep inside, the darkly-clad male resented it, found it almost a disgusting display of fake joviality for nature to play on such a dark world. His hands were naturally a touch cold, calloused from years of playing a stringed instrument, and much larger than his female counterpart's. A tattoo parlour caught his eye, and the male quickly turned returned his countenance towards facing the young woman, smile peeling across his face as he slowed his walk. He waited for her to finish what she was saying before piping up, "Hey, mind we hit the shop first? Need to pick up new jewellery. Then we can get a banger or a pasty… pasty actually sounds good about now." As if to explain himself, the alternative male kicked up his right eyebrow, silently gesturing to the piercing nestled in his brow. Without even waiting for her response, showing off his spontaneous personality, he pulled open the door to the parlour and gestured with his head for her to go first. Now his hand slipped from hers, instead sliding lightly across her shoulders as if gently pushing her inside, whether she liked it or not. She was a bit bossy, but he could be just as bossy in return. He pushed for them to carry forward, and Frankie was dead curious to find out if she'd protest or go with it.
Frankie idly stared at the shops across the street as he mused over his situation. Weren't American girls pretty easy? They at least danced quite differently in the clubs, more provocative than the local girls. His masculine figure shifted over onto his right leg, standing slightly contropposto. Before he could dwell further on debating his chances of success, the soft clap of his companion's mobile shutting drew his attention back to her face. Now introductions were presented as the young woman divulged her name. He let a smile peel across his countenance, taking her hand into a firm handshake before stooping, tilting his head to ensure his mohican wouldn't crash into the young lady, and kissed the back of her hand. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance Scarlett," his lip ring grazed the back of her knuckles, brushing lightly over her skin during the gesture, as he politely accepted her formal introduction. Pulling himself back up to a stand, the male opted to lace his fingers into hers instead of letting go. He quirked his left eyebrow playfully, "Call me Frankie. If you don't mind me saying, your name suits you: I've always thought Scarlett Johansson was a knock-out bird." He acted casual about the hand-holding, as if the small action were nothing out of the ordinary. Even though they'd just met, he was already pushing to find out where the boundaries were. The eccentric male kept his gaze locked on hers, appreciating the friendly pull of her lips. There was no use in drawing attention to something he wanted to get away with, and besides, he wanted to see if he could make her blush harder. "As I was saying, we should hit the pub 'round the corner. They have good bangers and mash, and I could use a jar." Since they weren't going to hop on the tube, he continued walking, keeping the girl's hand in his own as he strolled. Never know until you try: most she could do was protest and yank her hand out of his, after all, he didn't have a death grip on it. Nothing tried, nothing gained. As they rounded the corner, he hummed slightly, aware of the nature of the area they were walking in. "You don't mind knocking shops do you?" Tilting his countenance towards her, he half laughed, correcting himself, "Brothels, you know. There's one literally down the street, but its not dodgy or anything. The occasional spanner'll say something to any bird that walks the pavement, but I'm sure you wouldn't get any lip with me here."
The pair made their way down the street, and Frankie became quiet to let Scarlett interject anything she may want to say. The day was off to a brilliant afternoon, sun shining warmth and seeming to liven up this usually vacant part of the city. Deep inside, the darkly-clad male resented it, found it almost a disgusting display of fake joviality for nature to play on such a dark world. His hands were naturally a touch cold, calloused from years of playing a stringed instrument, and much larger than his female counterpart's. A tattoo parlour caught his eye, and the male quickly turned returned his countenance towards facing the young woman, smile peeling across his face as he slowed his walk. He waited for her to finish what she was saying before piping up, "Hey, mind we hit the shop first? Need to pick up new jewellery. Then we can get a banger or a pasty… pasty actually sounds good about now." As if to explain himself, the alternative male kicked up his right eyebrow, silently gesturing to the piercing nestled in his brow. Without even waiting for her response, showing off his spontaneous personality, he pulled open the door to the parlour and gestured with his head for her to go first. Now his hand slipped from hers, instead sliding lightly across her shoulders as if gently pushing her inside, whether she liked it or not. She was a bit bossy, but he could be just as bossy in return. He pushed for them to carry forward, and Frankie was dead curious to find out if she'd protest or go with it.