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 Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 8:43 pm
Ruthie's eyes shined happy and bright. The compliment! The beautiful, wonderful, sweet compliment! Smiling she turned. A red bike zip past the window of the storefront. The sun set low over the branches--leaves tinged golden with the start of fall. Over the city, a wisp of cloud disintegrated, and Ruthie laughed and mumbled: "That's good because I was hitting on you too!"
Still nervous for he didn't exactly say he felt interested, she zipped to the counter, and then caught his tone. She shuddered. Ugh. Perhaps she was terribly mistaken and he hated her. Maybe he hated being called out. He seemed so cheerful only moments earlier. She frowned, feeling heavy, as she leaned against it.
"I like bows." She sighed. The sunset drenched the shop in gold.
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 6:14 pm
When it came to flirting, Richard was the (self-proclaimed) king of flirting, and he could be as subtle as he wanted, or, should it please the recipient of the flirting, he could be as blatant as he wanted. He was comfortable with both of them and it was all a matter of which one would get them into his car quicker. Today, with such a low start of the day and problems weighing him down throughout the past month, he wasn't quite expecting to flirt with anyone, much less having someone flirt with him too. So, he was a bit taken back, and no matter how much he tried, he was certain that he couldn't hide the smallest of blushes from reddening his cheeks, and he felt he managed to mask it with a courteous bow of his head. "Very well then… consider shots fired, and graciously received."
This was certainly an interesting turn of events for Richard, but he wasn't going to complain. With the rotten luck he's been having in all aspects of his life, it was nice to have a little something to indulge himself in, even if he was certain that it wouldn't last once she left the store. Or, maybe it would, but for now, he had to get the young lady her candy, and at the mention of her liking bows, he couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself, grabbing a golden bow and fitting it nicely onto the boxes, making sure to put a little extra spring onto it before handing her the box. It only took a moment to ring her up, but he didn't really care about the money that was going to find itself in the till. He was more interested in finding out the age of this sweet little thing, to see if he was allowed to be interested.
He came up with a quick fix to that, and he went straight to business, though there was a hidden purpose behind that question. "Cash, or credit card? If card, then I'll have to see your ID… you know how it goes these days, don't you?"
A quick glance and that'd all he need. He hoped she'd pay with card, otherwise this clever ploy would have floundered!
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 6:52 pm
Oh! The bow was golden. Like her shimmery butt bow. She grinned. How mature. She couldn't help it though! It was lovely. He was lovely in his tired, charismatic way. She caught the blush and SMILED SO HARD. "Richard..." She leaned over the counter. "Richard, was that a blu--?" He asked for her credit card. Pretending like it never happened! Okay! Perhaps he felt shy, despite his flirtations. A mask? No one could blame him. Everyone seemed so sensitive/weak/tired behind their personae. She wondered how much she hid behind the fuku.
Medea and Ruthie.
Two people or one?
What about Buddy and...?
She didn't know. Would probably never know.
She handed him her state ID and card.
"I'll have to drop in more often." She played with the ribbon on the box. "Flattery's one of my great weaknesses, you know, and you seem to know what you're doing."She smirked. "Well-practiced?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 1:16 pm
Thus far, his ploy was working and like a charm, as not only had it distracted her from the reddening of his cheeks, but it revealed the young girl's… no, young lady's age, and that meant that the floor doors were now officially opened. Twenty years old, despite her short stance and youthful appearance, and completely fair game as far as Richard Moreau was concerned, and if anything, that was more than enough for him to rid himself of the chains that constrained him. He knew nothing of her own little crisis that was going on in that pretty little head of hers, though, and as he ran the card through, he was debating on how straight forward he could afford to be with her.
After all, she had admitted to flirting with him too, and she sounded very open to the possibility of dropping in again. The way she played with the bow was a means of distraction was adorable, and Richard could only wonder if this coy little mannerisms would follow her if or when he brought her home. He rather hoped so. While he enjoyed a partner with confidence, it was always a refreezing chance of pace to bring home someone a little more down-to-earth. Besides, it would give him practice for when he finally lured over Dallol and Medea to his side…
"Well, isn't that something! Flattery is my greatest strength, Ruthie," Richard said with a wink, handing her back her card, ID, and her receipt, placing it in a position to where he could allow their fingers to brush against one another when she sought to retrieve them. "Well-practiced and well-rehearsed. Comes with being a successful business and salesman, you see. Everyone loves to receive compliments and be made to feel good, and why not play on those desires when you're also speaking the truth as well?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 2:03 pm
Oh man. Richard had game, and Ruthie laughed at the hand-touch. Not too intimate, but warm enough. Affectionate. A lovely gesture. A kind one. Maybe he pitied her bluntness or thought she could use a break, but then, he didn't have to reciprocate at all. He could have sent her on her way. She laughed, drawing the card into her wallet. She liked this little ritual. She blushed. "Ahh ha-ha. You know what you're doing." She smirked. "It makes me shy."
She slipped the box into her bag.
"But it also makes me happy." She shrugged. "Do you like numbers?" She pulled the pen from her bag. "Have some numbers." She jotted them onto the back of the receipt and slid it back to him. Ruthie, remember the last time you gave your number on a receipt...? Nope. Nope. She wasn't going there. Nope. No way. "Pleasure speaking with you!"
She slipped through the exit, wondering if this would be alright. If Buddy discovered she flirted with his friend, would he feel jealous? Angry? Would he even care?
She didn't have a clue.ChibiGingi THANK YOU FOR THE RP. <3 So much fun. You rock! ;;
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 3:56 pm
This was certainly a change of pace in his day and Richard could not have been anymore pleased with how this encounter was turning out. It had been awhile since he flirted with anyone, at least, a civilian, and while he should have been cautious considering just how fragile they were. Who knows? This poor little thing could have been jumped the moment she headed home, but it was also likely that she or any of them could have been hit by a bus. No venture, no gain, right?
He was enjoying her little game and it was certainly not the first time a customer wrote their number down on a receipt, but he would pretend that it was, if he thought it would please her. He took a few cautionary glanced to his left and right and once certain that it was just the two of them, he took the receipt and placed it in his chest pocket for safe keeping. "Trust me, the pleasure is all mine. Now please, enjoy my chocolate and taffy! Be sure to spread the good word too. Recommendations are always welcomed."
And then, when she slipped out the door, he added with a content purr. "As are you."
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