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 Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2017 12:05 pm
Rob gave Beth a small, lopsided wry grin as she delicately untangled the padded whip from around him. "Nah, I'll be fine. I've had worse. Took an elbow to the face in a mosh pit once, a boot to me head, bloodied my nose and split me lip more times than I can count just in fights…" Once freed, he fingered the area where the cut was, then studied his finger when he pulled it back. "See, almost closed up," he smiled, raising the nearly clean finger to show her. He leaned over and picked up his practice sword, then looked at Beth with a sigh. "Let's try this again, yeah? Start off on a fresh footing. Hallo, I'm Rob, Dionysus scum." Offering his hand to her, he gave her a warm yet cheeky grin. "Say, I remember you from the Halloween party. You were stunning in that outfit, love. I had fun flirting with you. Like to pick up where we left off?" He finished with a tilt of the head and a wink.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2017 5:54 pm
Beth's movements didn't stop as Rob enumerated what "worse" than friendly fire he had endured, but her eyes slowly grew wider. Adventure in the Alps aside, she couldn't remember the last time she had gotten stitches, much less the last time she had laughed off an injury. She let herself calm down as she looped the whip around itself and looked visibly relieved when he insisted that he was already healing. As he introduced himself for the second (third?) time, Beth tried to keep her smile from growing, but his charm was infectious. Coyly, she put a finger to her bottom lip as she said, " At the Halloween party? I'm trying to think...wait, it's coming back to me. Woad? And a kilt? I almost didn't recognize you with your clothes on!" She was taking a cue from quite a number of her more extroverted lady friends. But at least he still wanted to talk to her after she'd opened him up with her whip. She extended her hand to take his again. "Beth, one of Hera's girls, I'm afraid. And I'd love to continue that train of thought."Beth was surprised by how much fun she was having. Flirting with Rob put a surprising lack of pressure on her. It probably helped that at least one of them knew the steps. So long as flirt was all they did.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2017 12:06 pm
Leaning over, Rob raised her hand and lightly brushed his lips against the back, much as he had done at the Halloween party (only less drunkenly). "Pleasure to meet you again, Beth," he grinned, then broke into a chuckle. He was having as much fun flirting with her as he'd had at the party. And all he had on his mind was flirting; sometimes the pursuit was more fun than the capture, and this was one of those times. "Bloody ridiculous, isn't this?" he laughed as he straightened. "What say we adjourn to the Dionysus common room so I can at least hit me room an' change me shirt? Then we could go out somewhere -- I know this lovely little place, cozy an' intimate, called the Dining Hall…" Yekaterin omg late tag is hella late XD do we wanna wrap soon?
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2017 6:19 pm
Beth made a quick tally in her head of all the Chosen she knew and was on bad terms with, weighing the chance of meeting the individual against continuing to flirt with Rob. She was about to respond when he surprised her with a trip to the Dining Hall, eliciting a genuine peal of laughter from her. "You know, I have been to eat there, before! But it's really the company that makes it special." She wisely resisted the urge to wink; she could never make it as effortless as the move deserved. She wasn't quite sure if she was expected to drop the over-blown, saccharine act at his admission of ridiculousness, so she simply continued. She was nothing, if not committed. "Lead the way, Mr. Rob!"tatterpixie Sure that is fine with me!
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2017 1:37 pm
"With pleasure, Miss Beth." Rob left the dummy greatsword on the floor and, holding out his arm for her, took Beth's hand and placed it in the crook of his elbow. If he was going to play the flirtatious gentleman, he was going to go all out. Gently he steered her toward the exit. "Think I'll grab a bottle of Dionysus' finest to accompany dinner," he remarked. "Maybe a rose or something, that'll go with whatever they're serving. Unless you have any preferences?"
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