09-27-2016, 05:17 PM
The discomfort was endearing; she didn't seem to know where to settle her gaze, and an accidental glimpse of the stage pulled a sigh from her lungs. He couldn't be sure in these lights, but he'd bet she was blushing. Raffe grinned, happy enough to provide a distraction. He splayed his arms on the bar, drumming his fingers. "Let's see. Something classic then? Not Sex on the Beach. Cute as the blushing is."
The tease was innocent, his grin bright as he set to the task. Bottles spun in his grasp with the elegance of old friends, though it wasn't so much showmanship as the confident ease of a task completed a hundred times. His attention split between preparing the drink and maintaining the conversation. ""Like-minded friends"?"
He considered it for a moment. "That could be anyone here, so I guess you're stuck waiting. Not that I'm complaining."
He was silent a moment as he poured the liquid from shaker to glass and set a garnish at its lip. He twisted the long stem, and pushed it out to her, chuckling at the stuttering way she retracted her words. "Don't worry - no one here bites. Not even if you ask them to."
The tease was innocent, his grin bright as he set to the task. Bottles spun in his grasp with the elegance of old friends, though it wasn't so much showmanship as the confident ease of a task completed a hundred times. His attention split between preparing the drink and maintaining the conversation. ""Like-minded friends"?"
He considered it for a moment. "That could be anyone here, so I guess you're stuck waiting. Not that I'm complaining."
He was silent a moment as he poured the liquid from shaker to glass and set a garnish at its lip. He twisted the long stem, and pushed it out to her, chuckling at the stuttering way she retracted her words. "Don't worry - no one here bites. Not even if you ask them to."
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