Out with the Bad... In with the Good Looking Guy at the door...
It was odd how the Halliwell manor could be completely upside down on moment, with chaos and yelling and just a general air of confusion, and then completely calm the next. Phoebe had dropped the little bomb on them about Cole, and surprisingly they all handled it with relative ease. There was a lot of confusion and a few moments where Paige was
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King... Hannibal King... it was sort of clicking, but she was stuck... you know around the whole fact that he was freaking HOT. That's right hotness does house calls apparently and Paige had lucked out, which was insane considering the odds of this guy turning out to be some random D&D player were pretty damn good.
Finally Paige realized that she shouldn't be staring quite so much and be more with the actual asking inside the house of the hotness that was in man-shape and at her door, "God! Right! Sorry, I... well I was staring. I do that. Horrible habit. Come inside, though I'm sorry that nothing is broken."
Her mind raced to things that they could break together on their way upstairs to her bedroom, but that was bad of Paige. Bad Paige! "So the whole dropping off thing? That worked out I take it?"
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Vampires were usually beautiful specimens to look at.
So, if this Paige girl had been Morda the Goat Woman? Least from talking to her online, he knew she'd be fun to hang out with...lunch and coffee would be a good time.
But at the moment, he was enjoying the open ogling, as well as the quiet. So many possibilities...a wet sloppy fart sound or a burp, an inappropriate remark...so much potential...
...then the golden moment passed as she spoke again, inviting him inside. Following her through the open door, he glanced around with a raised eyebrow as they entered the foyer, turning to face her in mild surprise when she inquired about Zoe...pleasantly so. He didn't think she'd remember...
"Yeah...worked out great, thank you." he replied. "Zoe's better off with her grandparents...here's to a more normal, vampire free existence, I say."
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"I just have to grab a few things," she replied as she moved through the house with Hannibal in tow. She grabbed her keys and her purse, "So the deal was lunch right? I mean that's why you're here?" Paige paused, "You're not here to kill me right? That would be really unfortunate."
There was an obvious once over she gave him again, because well he was really worthy of another glance... from head... to... Toe! There was no midsection pausing what so ever. Nope.
"So, lunch?"
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And more with the ogling...he was really starting to feel like a piece of meat. It was the most fun he'd had all week.
"I'm all for the lunch...and coffee. You promised me both, remember." he reminded her with a raised eyebrow...and saw still more of the ogling.
Finally unable to resist temptation any longer, he looked down at himself, then patted his stomach as he met her gaze. "It's these pants...they *do* make me look fat, don't they?" he quipped. "Or is it my handbag? Doesn't match my shoes? My fashion sense has always been a little lacking. Be honest...I can take it."
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"And no, the fashion sense... right there with ya!" Paige replied enthusiastically, especially considering her own fashion sense at times was a bit off-kilter. She had however put a stop to all her neon yellow days, and had banished anything from her closet that had a belt built into it, except draw string pajama bottoms... which now she was wondering if that classified as a belt... which of course let her mind to wander to those draw string ties being used to pull her closer to...
"Okay!" Paige snapped out of her little daze of slight... whatever that was and slung her purse over her shoulder, "Probably better that I drive right? My city and all?" She hated driving... driving was pedestrian, and expensive these days. However orbing was not a first meeting thing, regardless of the declaration of non-death.
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At her offer to drive, he grinned. "I'd say yeah...not just because I'm the odd man out? But because I? Am a *really* bad driver. Just ask my friend Abby. She'll tell you...not even Evel Kenevel will give me driving lessons. Seriously. It's pretty disturbing."
As they headed for the door, King moved ahead and opened it for her with an exaggerated, gallant bow...then as she left the house ahead of him, promptly walked out behind her and seized the opportunity to do some covert staring of his own with a lecherous smirk.
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Paige laughed lightly shaking her head at most of his remarks, letting them sort of just become part of his natural dialogue and something to entertain rather than annoy. Heading out to her VW Bug she pressed the door locks and glanced back to him catching him doing a bit of staring of his own. Paige pursed her lips for a moment just smirking to herself, because he was right it was fair play after all. "No making fun of my car, got it?"
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"So!" he chirped with a smirk, reaching up absently to scratch at his beard, "you pick up strange former-bloodsucking-vampire-hunting men in chat rooms often? Or am I just *that* damn adorable and charming? Not that I'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth because...heh, yeah, didn't expect you to be such a fine, *fine* little Betty, either...but, y'know, if I AM that damn adorable and charming, I think it's my Constitutional right to know..."
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"I'm not in chat rooms that often, well not often enough that people actually pay notice to me and decide to harrass me on a more *personal* level of course," she replied with a bit of an upbeat tone, simply because she hadn't minded any of the chat with Hannibal, or the fact that he did just drop by.
"And I think by my obvious issue with staring, you'd be safe to bet your Constitutional Rights on the fact that you, are *that* damn adorable and charming to boot."
Paige turned right down Vine and parked along the side of the building cutting the engine and setting her hands in her lap, "Well this is Quake. My sister Piper used to work here, but now she owns P3, a nightclub, but I do still come here every so often."
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"And I think by my obvious issue with staring, you'd be safe to bet your Constitutional Rights on the fact that you, are *that* damn adorable and charming to boot."
"Good to know!" he chirped brightly, turning to gaze out the window for a moment to finish his quip, then get momentarily serious as he took in the scenery with genuine interest. "I mean, I work hard to be so cute, so it's nice for a master to have his work appreciated...y'know, I *love* this city. Seriously, this place is freakin' awesome. I haven't seen enough of this country in my down time, y'know?" Turning away from the window and back around to face her, he shrugged. "I'm Canadian...forgive me?"
When they reached Quake, King peered out at the restraunt, nodding. "Looks like a damn fine place for chow." he agreed, moving to unfasten his seatbelt as he quirked an eyebrow at her. "But this...I heard nightclub and your sister owning it...I *know* I did...what's a guy gotta do to change a promise for coffee into a night on the town? I left my 'currency conversion chart' at home, I fear..."
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