Taking Five {Shots}//Anatra ~ Mark/Vy
Apr 27, 2014 11:20:24 GMT -5
Post by Anatra on Apr 27, 2014 11:20:24 GMT -5
Mark Orca
To a slight amazement, Mark's testing of the waters doesn't actually go faulty like it probably would with anybody without a backbone. He respects that, but only a little. Sometimes, when there's no bite back, you take for granted the importance of a tolerant personality. She shoves him with the cue a little. "Yeah, we'll see about that." Her eyebrows are arched but the playfulness she portrays tells him he's in the clear. He wants to ask when, where and how, but he avoids overbearing her with questions. He doesn't like being a school kid at an educational convention.
When Mark describes his mundane life, presenting a more exciting alternative as a joke, she replies. "Not really, but you get points for creativity." He chuckles a little. "Perfect, I'll cash those in later." He raises a brow at her, but she doesn't see as she goes to take her final shot. "How about I just finish the game?" She says, and the words don't match up with her expression. It's almost as though she's dismissing the flirt, but not because she doesn't want it but perhaps because she doesn't believe it. Mark can hardly infer something that deep, not from where he is. He'd have to be close. She finishes the game with a pristine shot on the black. "Am I an aircraft or a snake?" She asks. "Either way you owe this Vyper a shot." He can't help himself but to break out in a wide grin. He's more than happy to do that, now. She's made it worth the money, like she had to try or anything. "Just one?" He says, going to the bar behind her, purposefully averting his eyes from glancing anywhere other than his wallet... Until... Okay, just one look. He shakes his head at himself, her back still turned, he hopes. His grin is private. He leans himself on the bar and holds out the two notes of money. "What's your prefered poison?" She asks, with him looking away at the drinks behind the bar. He can't help but look sideways at her as she asks. That's when he meets eyes with her. She has nice, large looking eyes and there's never a dull moment on that face of hers, apparently. He enjoys that. He gives a smile that isn't out of humor, for the first time it seems. "Something sweet, a bit wild." He points, taking away from the little sharing of eye contact they had that seemed to mean quite a lot to Mark. Keep them wanting more, or something like that. What he points to is a drink on the shelf behind the bar. "Four shots of that stuff, that'll do." The bartender's eyes widen a little. It's not the most expensive, but perhaps two for her and two for him will make up for that. It's strong though, the cheaper ones usually are.
"If you say so." The bartender accepts the money and puts the shot glasses down in a clump. Mark evens them out a little and the bartender pours the shots out. Two each, and Mark takes one straight away. Straight down. His eyes squint heavily. "Ahh..." He lets out. "Wow, that is strong." He pauses, looking to Vy. "How you coping there?" He chuckles under his breath which is probably intoxicated with the fibred scent of the drink already. It's not a displeasing smell, surprisingly. "So," He says, not having the next one just yet. "You tell me, aircraft or snake?" He has a smirk implanted on his face. He leans his arms on the bar and looks side-on. That's before he moves himself a little. He changes, now only leaning on one arm, so that's he's facing her completely. Thankfully, he still has some beer left so he has that in his other hand.
When Mark describes his mundane life, presenting a more exciting alternative as a joke, she replies. "Not really, but you get points for creativity." He chuckles a little. "Perfect, I'll cash those in later." He raises a brow at her, but she doesn't see as she goes to take her final shot. "How about I just finish the game?" She says, and the words don't match up with her expression. It's almost as though she's dismissing the flirt, but not because she doesn't want it but perhaps because she doesn't believe it. Mark can hardly infer something that deep, not from where he is. He'd have to be close. She finishes the game with a pristine shot on the black. "Am I an aircraft or a snake?" She asks. "Either way you owe this Vyper a shot." He can't help himself but to break out in a wide grin. He's more than happy to do that, now. She's made it worth the money, like she had to try or anything. "Just one?" He says, going to the bar behind her, purposefully averting his eyes from glancing anywhere other than his wallet... Until... Okay, just one look. He shakes his head at himself, her back still turned, he hopes. His grin is private. He leans himself on the bar and holds out the two notes of money. "What's your prefered poison?" She asks, with him looking away at the drinks behind the bar. He can't help but look sideways at her as she asks. That's when he meets eyes with her. She has nice, large looking eyes and there's never a dull moment on that face of hers, apparently. He enjoys that. He gives a smile that isn't out of humor, for the first time it seems. "Something sweet, a bit wild." He points, taking away from the little sharing of eye contact they had that seemed to mean quite a lot to Mark. Keep them wanting more, or something like that. What he points to is a drink on the shelf behind the bar. "Four shots of that stuff, that'll do." The bartender's eyes widen a little. It's not the most expensive, but perhaps two for her and two for him will make up for that. It's strong though, the cheaper ones usually are.
"If you say so." The bartender accepts the money and puts the shot glasses down in a clump. Mark evens them out a little and the bartender pours the shots out. Two each, and Mark takes one straight away. Straight down. His eyes squint heavily. "Ahh..." He lets out. "Wow, that is strong." He pauses, looking to Vy. "How you coping there?" He chuckles under his breath which is probably intoxicated with the fibred scent of the drink already. It's not a displeasing smell, surprisingly. "So," He says, not having the next one just yet. "You tell me, aircraft or snake?" He has a smirk implanted on his face. He leans his arms on the bar and looks side-on. That's before he moves himself a little. He changes, now only leaning on one arm, so that's he's facing her completely. Thankfully, he still has some beer left so he has that in his other hand.
