no photoshop i'm a great hacker but i've got no retouching skills it's good genes and a lot of pushups while waiting for programs to compile a guy's gotta stay busy
Well dayum. [ She definitely waits a second to be sure Z's really who he says he is. That shit happens all the time, after all. But when he looks even better in his real life.
She slides in next to him at the bar. ] I'll take another one. His treat. [ She gestures at Z. ]
You actually showed up. You ain't afraid I'm gonna kill you or something? [ She flashes a grin, leaning on the bar with her right prosthetic arm. ]
[ He's glad to see that she's as hot as he thought she would be, and he leans into the bar, slapping some money on the counter. He's not that kind of flashy, but he doesn't really mind spending on a beautiful lady with a terribly potty mouth. He is, after all, pretty fucking loaded.
Not through legal ways, but whatever.
He looks down at her arm, and lets his own powers manifest gently, just a trickle of electricity arcing from one finger to the other.. ]
[ She waves down the bartender, reaching her hand out to touch the man's arm with her real fingers gently. ]
Pour me and my friend here a shot of the most expensive scotch you have. [ As she leans back she winks at the bartender. ] On the house.
[ The bartender, looking somewhat charmed, immediately pulls out a bottle of scotch, opening it and pouring two shots before placing them in front of the two. Then he seems to wander off, a little dazed. ]
Got anything that works against that? [ She grins, taking a shot and setting it before him. ]
[ That earns her another chuckle, shaking his head as he looks down into his beer. The bar is pretty empty, but his powers are not really easy to show off under the circumstances, not without staying discreet about them. ]
I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, but it'd be preferable if I showed you in private.
[ He totally means it as a come-on, because he's not an idiot. ]
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I've never had to pay for sex
I'm a good looking guy
I'm very charming
I have abs
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the other two i'm flying blind
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i see through this
[ still. he'll play, and sends a picture along with the message anyway. ]
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is that for real?
you're like a 9/10 if that ain't photoshop
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i'm a great hacker but i've got no retouching skills
it's good genes and a lot of pushups while waiting for programs to compile
a guy's gotta stay busy
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cute, very cute
we might not even be in the same timezone
but we could be easily enough
where should i pick you up? is a better question, would determine the time
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you ever hear of tir na nog pub?
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huh?
i can be there in an hour
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get your ass down here not-bobby
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I'll be there.
[ And he is, an hour later, ordering a pint at Fred's chosen pub. ]
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She slides in next to him at the bar. ] I'll take another one. His treat. [ She gestures at Z. ]
You actually showed up. You ain't afraid I'm gonna kill you or something? [ She flashes a grin, leaning on the bar with her right prosthetic arm. ]
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Not through legal ways, but whatever.
He looks down at her arm, and lets his own powers manifest gently, just a trickle of electricity arcing from one finger to the other.. ]
I think I can defend myself pretty good.
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[ She waves down the bartender, reaching her hand out to touch the man's arm with her real fingers gently. ]
Pour me and my friend here a shot of the most expensive scotch you have. [ As she leans back she winks at the bartender. ] On the house.
[ The bartender, looking somewhat charmed, immediately pulls out a bottle of scotch, opening it and pouring two shots before placing them in front of the two. Then he seems to wander off, a little dazed. ]
Got anything that works against that? [ She grins, taking a shot and setting it before him. ]
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I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, but it'd be preferable if I showed you in private.
[ He totally means it as a come-on, because he's not an idiot. ]