[OPEN] The First Annual Charm-Off

[twoninths]

Characters: Christopher/Argent (twoninths), Dean/McQueen (crossroaddeal), and OPEN to all
Date/Time: August 4th, noon until evening
Location: The Marketplace
Rating: TBA but expect McQueen's mouth, at least, to be filthy
Summary: McQueen and Argent decide to hold a contest to see which one of them really is the more charming.

[Like Matcha, Iaza, and Tussah before us,

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[twoninths]

Argent smiled, delightedly, when he saw Bastet approaching. It wasn't just delight at seeing someone who he knew he had something of an immediate advantage with, however; he was also glad to have the chance to warm up with someone he knew a little better, someone who reactions he could, perhaps, not predict but at least have a sense of where the boundaries lay. He stepped forward, giving a brief daring glance over his shoulder to McQueen, as if saying just try to best me here, and scooped up Bastet's hand, bringing it to his mouth and giving it a quick, dry kiss before beaming at her.

"Bastet, my darling," he said, making his eyes very wide, "it is my pursuit in life never to disappoint you, so I do hope this proves a pleasant experience for you. If there is anything I might do to make it more pleasant, you need only ask." He gave her hand a quick squeeze and then let it go, sweeping a hand over to McQueen. "This is my compatriot and competitor, Mr. McQueen." He gave another bright smile, though this time it was teasing and secretive as well. "While I am loathe to share you, my goddess, for the sake of the competition I must let him make his own introduction, I'm afraid."

[crossroaddeal]

McQueen stared at Argent for a several seconds, trying to make sense of how a guy could possibly talk like that normally.

It was clear Argent was more acquainted with Bastet then he was, and it wasn't as if he hadn't noticed the notes they left each other in the journals. Rolling his eyes at Argent after Argent finished his lavish introduction, he turned to Bastet, moving between the two so Argent was blocked off.

"Hey," he smiled, "first time meeting in person, right? Wow, I have to say you are making me change my mind about this retarded competition. Seeing you I think it might actually be fun." He held out his hand to Bastet.

[felinemystique]

Bastet raised an eyebrow, grin firmly in place as Argent kissed her hand--he was clearly taking this seriously. "Mm," she said, tapping his cheek with a finger. "Really, Argent, when have I ever held back about wanting something from you?"

She almost laughed out loud at the look on McQueen's face, then did actually snicker as he moved between her and Argent. "I'm all for fun, but don't think I'm here to make it easy," she said, her grin widening as she looked up at him. Hell, everyone was so much taller than her--it was ridiculous. She shook his offered hand, her grip firm and dry. "Am I the first one?"

[crossroaddeal]

McQueen smirked, "Yes, you've beaten everyone else to it. And you certainly are a fantastic choice to start the competition."

He'd been trying his best not to but his control slacked for a second and McQueen's gaze fell as he looked Bastet up and down. Smiling, he returned his gaze back to where it belonged.

Screw the competition; this girl was hot. No longer aware anyone else around them McQueen said, "easy's no fun, and you certainly don't look easy."

[twoninths]

Argent rolled his eyes at McQueen blatant tactics and tugged on his shirt, pulling him back and stepping in front again. He gave her a teasing look and then put his hands on his chest and tried his best to look very earnest. "You might be first for him, Bastet," he said, "but you are the only one in my heart."

He staggered back a step and shook his head. "And though it pains me to compete for you in such a manner, compete I shall." His smile returned in a flash. "I wouldn't expecting anything less than a worthy challenge from you, so I shall do my utmost."

[felinemystique]

"Mmm..." Bastet murmured. "So I'm breaking you boys in? This just keeps getting better and better."

She'd already looked McQueen over earlier--she was just more discreet about it than he was. Very nice. And he wasn't a teenager--even better. As she'd told Throne, she did have a weakness for guys who were a little cocky--so while the outcome was still certain in her mind, it wouldn't be as easy as she'd originally thought.

"So you've told me. But how do I know you won't say the same thing to every woman who comes in after me?" she asked Argent. "I know how much you like to win," she said firmly, crossing her arms and cocking one hip to the side. Not even you get a free pass on this.

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[twoninths]

Argent was actually almost prepared for that, and he jumped forward, coming up beside her and putting a hand on her shoulder. He made sure to look as devastated as possible, biting his lip and looking down at his thumb on her shoulder. When he looked back up, he whispered, "How could you suggest such a thing?" He took a step back and spread his arms wide. "My dove, simply tell me to end this contest, and I shall. I shall admit defeat and abscond with you, if you choose it. I would lose for you, Bastet."

He retook that step, drawing in and putting his hand on her shoulder again and then his chin on his hand. He blinked, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. "What is your whim, my darling?"

Re: riping off hollywood to flirt with girls since 1986

[crossroaddeal]

McQueen paused, he furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Argent, "Dude, over-dramatic much. You remind of a theater dork with that line."

He turned back to Bastet, and moved himself in between Argent and her again, pushing Argent's hand and chin off her shoulder and lightly dusted the area where Argent had touched.

"Losing is all you'd do for her?" McQueen sighed and looked at Bastet, "I'd follow you into hell" he said, into a tone clearly mocking Argent.

[felinemystique]

Bastet had actually stopped listening to Argent for the first few seconds after he bit his lip--that mouth of his really should not be allowed to pout.

So it was a bit of a surprise when McQueen pushed Argent out of the way yet again--she should probably start to wrap this up before they resorted to shoving. "I hear the food sucks in hell," she said, raising one foot to scratch the back of her other calf. "And they make you live with all the people you couldn't stand in school." She raised an eyebrow. "Can't you think of some way to entertain me here?"

[crossroaddeal]

Ouch. McQueen backed off, he could be oblivious, but that clearly wasn't a good sign for him.

He walked over to the table to grab his glass and fill it with water. He pulled his shirts off, god it was hot, not the best day to have this little competition. He splashed some water on his face and chest, before putting one his shirts back on. He drained his glass of water before heading back over.

"I guess men fighting over you is entertaining enough then. I can see that." McQueen shrugged, "how about some mud wrestling then?"