At the opposite corner of the bar from Charles, Raven is very focused on this new guy who approached her. Tall, blonde and devilishly handsome, she's attracted, yes, but more appeasing his interest in her by accepting his drink. He smiles, she smiles back. It's the polite thing to do, right? Of course, this is only slightly payback for Charles' attempts to hook up with the British co-eds. Not that she's thinking about Charles right now... well, maybe a little.
Right. Focus. This guy is really sexy and soooo into you. She flashes him a smile. His name was John, right? It didn't matter, really. She takes a sip of the drink and tries not to make a face. Way too sweet for her taste. Then again, poor John had the disadvantage of not being able to read minds.
Re: Hell yeah!true_focusAugust 23 2011, 01:21:30 UTC
It was odd to see Raven flirting with other men, most of the time she preferred to be the quiet wallflower who tried her best not to be noticed but she was getting a lot of attention tonight and to be truthful Charles found it a little disconcerting.
He knew that this was a good thing; if Raven was out meeting new people then it would give him time to enjoy his own romantic endeavours but he couldn't help but feel a little jealous that she was off with someone else.
He shook his head and ordered another drink, it would help him ponder what to do about the situation.
The guy took a step closer to Raven, and she took a half-step away. She played like she was being coy. The heavily-lidded eyes, the slightly parted lips, but really she just wasn't into the overpowering stench of his bar-breath. She set her glass on the counter and pushed herself up onto one of the bar stools, her eyes never leaving the man's face. He was talking about something random. Sports? Keg stands, perhaps? Maybe he was asking her if she saw his only minutes ago. She did. Unimpressed, as of yet.
Her eyes flashed briefly across the bar to her brother. She could feel him watching her, and maybe that was part of the reason she was so off her game tonight. It's not like being social was her thing anyway. She finished the rest of the drink and smacked her lips, noting with slight irritation that the man before her was now brushing her knee with his thigh.
It wasn't long after that that Charles was out of his seat and over there putting himself between Raven and her new acquaintance. "Raven it's late, are you looking to come home with me or catch a ride with your new friend?"
Yeah he didn't like that guy at all, he certainly wasn't good enough for his Raven. Not that she was his but well...Actually he thought it better not to ponder on that right now.
The sudden appearance of her brother startled Raven, and she was almost caught as a loss for words to respond to his question, "I, um... Charles, it's only 11:15. We never leave this early."
Then, under her breath, she added, leaning toward him, "What are you doing?socializing here."
John just kind of stood dumbly next to them, confused about where Charles had come from, and why he was talking to Raven as if he was her caretaker.
Only after he had done it he realised how it must have looked. He gave a sigh "My apologies Raven, I'll leave you to it."
He went back over to the bar with the thought in mind that perhaps John could suffer a terrible fate, by accident of course. He asked the cute bartender to get him another drink, if Raven could socialise then so could he.
Left to stare blankly after him, Raven slowly turned back to John, her mouth slightly agape. "I-- I'm sorry. I don't know what got into him. Charles is my..." John raised an interested eyebrow, as if awaiting a sentencing. "He's my brother."
Ah, there it was. She could see the light click on in John's head, and suddenly, there he was again. Just as close and invade-y as before. Out of the corner of her eye, Raven can see Charles talking to the bar tender, and she grits her teeth. If that's how he wanted to play it...
Her hand reached out to John's shirt sleeve flirtatiously, and she casually asked him about the fabric, complimenting him on the cut, and color.
Meanwhile Charles was making headway with the bartender. She was just his type, too; blonde, nice body, pretty laugh. He had noticed how much Raven resembled his type, he hoped that wasn't the only reason he was drawn to women like that.
He looked back over at Raven briefly, she was so innocent Charles didn't think she had a real idea as to what she was getting into. Or maybe he was wrong, perhaps Raven knew exactly what she was doing. It wasn't like he could look inside her head and know her thoughts, he had promised a long time ago that he wouldn't and so far he had kept that promise.
Charles turned his attentions back to the woman who kept bringing him drinks, perhaps if he had gotten drunk enough his feelings for Raven would subside and he could have a perfectly pleasant evening with...what was her name again? Ah yes, Cindy.
Raven kept an eye on Charles and his antics with the bartender as she was flirting copiously with John. She had no idea when this little endeavor had turned into some sort of competition between her and her brother, but apparently he was committed enough to the idea that he was seriously turning the mack on. She'd seen that charming smile before. And the open affection with women. She'd bet money that he was using his mutation pick-up line.
John's voice cut back through her musings. He was asking her some question about a "place" and something about "leaving" and a "car" and it vaguely sounded like Charles' interrogation of her earlier. Distracted, she only nodded in reply, and because John smiled, she figured that she had given the right answer. Harmless enough. She only hesitated when his hand reached down and took hers, pulling her off of the stool and toward the pub exit.
While he wanted to know Cindy on a more personal level, Charles just couldn't let Raven go home with that man, he was all wrong for her. Sure he was handsome and tall and charming but Charles looked inside his head and he did not like what he saw.
"Excuse me for a moment would you, Cindy?"
He got up and walked to the door just as John was making his way out with Raven.
"Charles, please." It was both a request for him to not make her look like an idiot (or make himself look like an idiot, either way), and a plea for help. She didn't want to leave with this guy, but she was too polite to throw the smack-down on him in public, and it would be easier to let Charles rescue her.
I don't know what he's thinking. Get him away from me. She thought in Charles' direction, her nervous eyes flitting to his face.
John just turned and looked at Charles, a small smirk on his face. "Yeah. I suppose I should ask permission from the overbearing brother, shouldn't I?'
Raven cringed at the words. This would not end well.
Charles heard her voice very clear in his head he gave her a nod and ran his hand through his hair, his finger dropping down to his temple. He focused his energy on John whom it would appear to everyone else in the bar that Raven had slapped him and ran out.
Charles took her hand and together they went outside, leaving the bar behind them. "And here I thought he was going to be my future brother-in-law."
"Don't give me that, Charles." Raven glared over at him, walking in time with his quick steps, but just a half-pace ahead of him. "You hated him from the moment I started talking to him. I could tell."
That's part of the reason that she did it in the first place. Give Charles a taste of his own flirty medicine. It was his turn to feel jealous and overprotective.
Charles shook it off "He was wrong for you, Raven. Guys like that are only interested in one thing." He should know, at some point he was a guy like that also.
"Let's just go home shall we and forget about this night."
"What about your bartender?" Raven chides, crossing her arms and huffing along beside him. She could make it back to the Oxford flat on her own, "Didn't you want to finish talking to her?"
"Oh please, she wasn't my bartender at all. True she was pretty and I'm sure she would have been quite interesting to fool around with, she was one of those women who could tie knots in cherry stems with her tongue you know..."
Charles blinked, he was getting off topic "But I thought you were more important."
Right. Focus. This guy is really sexy and soooo into you. She flashes him a smile. His name was John, right? It didn't matter, really. She takes a sip of the drink and tries not to make a face. Way too sweet for her taste. Then again, poor John had the disadvantage of not being able to read minds.
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He knew that this was a good thing; if Raven was out meeting new people then it would give him time to enjoy his own romantic endeavours but he couldn't help but feel a little jealous that she was off with someone else.
He shook his head and ordered another drink, it would help him ponder what to do about the situation.
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Her eyes flashed briefly across the bar to her brother. She could feel him watching her, and maybe that was part of the reason she was so off her game tonight. It's not like being social was her thing anyway. She finished the rest of the drink and smacked her lips, noting with slight irritation that the man before her was now brushing her knee with his thigh.
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Yeah he didn't like that guy at all, he certainly wasn't good enough for his Raven. Not that she was his but well...Actually he thought it better not to ponder on that right now.
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Then, under her breath, she added, leaning toward him, "What are you doing?socializing here."
John just kind of stood dumbly next to them, confused about where Charles had come from, and why he was talking to Raven as if he was her caretaker.
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He went back over to the bar with the thought in mind that perhaps John could suffer a terrible fate, by accident of course. He asked the cute bartender to get him another drink, if Raven could socialise then so could he.
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Ah, there it was. She could see the light click on in John's head, and suddenly, there he was again. Just as close and invade-y as before. Out of the corner of her eye, Raven can see Charles talking to the bar tender, and she grits her teeth. If that's how he wanted to play it...
Her hand reached out to John's shirt sleeve flirtatiously, and she casually asked him about the fabric, complimenting him on the cut, and color.
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He looked back over at Raven briefly, she was so innocent Charles didn't think she had a real idea as to what she was getting into. Or maybe he was wrong, perhaps Raven knew exactly what she was doing. It wasn't like he could look inside her head and know her thoughts, he had promised a long time ago that he wouldn't and so far he had kept that promise.
Charles turned his attentions back to the woman who kept bringing him drinks, perhaps if he had gotten drunk enough his feelings for Raven would subside and he could have a perfectly pleasant evening with...what was her name again? Ah yes, Cindy.
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John's voice cut back through her musings. He was asking her some question about a "place" and something about "leaving" and a "car" and it vaguely sounded like Charles' interrogation of her earlier. Distracted, she only nodded in reply, and because John smiled, she figured that she had given the right answer. Harmless enough. She only hesitated when his hand reached down and took hers, pulling her off of the stool and toward the pub exit.
"Wait... John, what?"
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"Excuse me for a moment would you, Cindy?"
He got up and walked to the door just as John was making his way out with Raven.
"Going somewhere?"
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I don't know what he's thinking. Get him away from me. She thought in Charles' direction, her nervous eyes flitting to his face.
John just turned and looked at Charles, a small smirk on his face. "Yeah. I suppose I should ask permission from the overbearing brother, shouldn't I?'
Raven cringed at the words. This would not end well.
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Charles took her hand and together they went outside, leaving the bar behind them. "And here I thought he was going to be my future brother-in-law."
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That's part of the reason that she did it in the first place. Give Charles a taste of his own flirty medicine. It was his turn to feel jealous and overprotective.
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"Let's just go home shall we and forget about this night."
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Charles blinked, he was getting off topic "But I thought you were more important."
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