[ hotstuff. that's a first. he didn't think it was possible to find her any more adorable than he already did, and yet. ]
Now that'd be an offer I couldn't refuse.
[ he thinks for a moment, and then writes, ]
There be a restaurant on the ocean what serves some of the typical fare you described. Burgers and fries and belike. Add to this, they serve a variety of fine drinks.
[ taking her parting emoji for a good sign, cassidy heads to the specified meeting place. it's the kind of beach-side restaurant that has a tiki bar and a view of the ocean, where they put little umbrellas in their drinks. he arrives in his loose white shirt that's cinched at the waist with a wide leather belt and tucked into his breeches.
when a quick scan of the restaurant fails to produce kenzi, cassidy pulls up to the bar and places an order for two drinks. they're blue and made primarily of rum, with a breezy coconut flavor that he feels in the hinge of his jaw. as he watches the door, he removes the little paper umbrella and sticks the toothpick end between his teeth. ]
[ kenzy loves cheese. and this place is definitely cheesy as she walks in, she's not about to complain. kitschy is her thing and by the time she spots the pirate, she's in love with this place.
she moves through the bar to reach him, wearing an outfit that encompasses her style but not her personality exactly.]
Please tell me you're Cassidy and I'm not being Punk'd. [ because hot damn ]
[ even if he hadn't been looking out for her, it would've been impossible for him to miss kenzi's entrance. nor does he miss the several heads that turn as she approaches the bar, and a smile curves the corner of his mouth. the umbrella is dropped beside his glass, momentarily forgotten. ]
Aye, that be me. [ he bends in a slight bow. ] Captain Hawking, at your service.
[ turning towards the bar, he grabs her drink and offers it to her. ]
Might I say, Miss Kenzi, that you're even lovelier in person than in your picture.
[ oh hells yes, he's got a sexy accent/way of speaking too. she didn't know why she didn't think he would but she's delighted to hear it now.
she takes the drink with a grateful smirk but she has to set it on the bar to hike her tiny self up onto the barstool, that is, assuming that he doesn't move to lead them to be seated. honestly, she wouldn't mind eating at the bar. it means being closer to the booze, after all.
either way, she's momentarily distracted by his words, she gives him an "oh wellllll gosh" sort of look, waving her hand at him in a bashful way.] Well shucks, you might make me blush. [ it's a tease but it's also true, she grins at him--]
Trust me, your picture doesn't do any of this-- [ she gestures her hand to indicate his whole person ] justice. The accent is like a cherry on top.
[ it bodes well for him that she finds his accent attractive and not ridiculous. he never knows quite which way the coin will land. his accent is several hundred years removed from the bristolian of the twenty-first century, colored with caribbean hues and roughed-up by the harsh years at sea. new people generally seem to take to it, but he's especially glad that kenzi in particular is one of them. he leans his elbow on the bar, his grin widening at her compliment. ]
Oh, you flatter me, you do.
[ by the way he says it, it's not a bad thing. as kenzi makes herself comfortable, cassidy doesn't see reason to move to a table just yet. he doesn't require privacy, or even a semblance of it, to do this dance. he raises his glass in a toast, and the light catches on one of the many rings on his fingers. they look like the kind that will one day belong in an antique shop, or in someone's chest of family heirlooms. ]
To new friendships. [ and more than friendships, goes unsaid, but is very much communicated in his wink and his sly grin. he clinks his glass against hers before tipping it against his lips. ]
[ nope, kenzi is a sucker for accents and while she's not so enamored with them that she can't see through the bullshit that can come with them, she's into his. and him. he's good looking. had she mentioned that yet? ]
A little flattery can get you pretty far, [ she smirks at him with absolutely no subtley. why would she need to be subtle anyways? it's clear they're both interested and this game is fun to play when when someone is so receptive. god, the people here rock. back home, people tend to look at her tiny ass like she's strange, her style, her hair, her cheeky attitude. it's not at all what people consider normal and sometimes it attracts the lunatics.
but here? jackpot.
she cheers him right back and returns that wink with a widening smile of her own before she takes a long sip of her drink.] I'll be happy to drink to that again.
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So are you going to ask me out? Or should I ask you?
Hey hotstuff, want to go out on a date with me and nibble on some grub?
Now that'd be an offer I couldn't refuse.
[ he thinks for a moment, and then writes, ]
There be a restaurant on the ocean what serves some of the typical fare you described. Burgers and fries and belike. Add to this, they serve a variety of fine drinks.
Would such a place suit you?
( ooc: do you want to action? c: )
[ let's rock and rolllll!]
aaaction
when a quick scan of the restaurant fails to produce kenzi, cassidy pulls up to the bar and places an order for two drinks. they're blue and made primarily of rum, with a breezy coconut flavor that he feels in the hinge of his jaw. as he watches the door, he removes the little paper umbrella and sticks the toothpick end between his teeth. ]
aaaction
she moves through the bar to reach him, wearing an outfit that encompasses her style but not her personality exactly.]
Please tell me you're Cassidy and I'm not being Punk'd. [ because hot damn ]
Aye, that be me. [ he bends in a slight bow. ] Captain Hawking, at your service.
[ turning towards the bar, he grabs her drink and offers it to her. ]
Might I say, Miss Kenzi, that you're even lovelier in person than in your picture.
she takes the drink with a grateful smirk but she has to set it on the bar to hike her tiny self up onto the barstool, that is, assuming that he doesn't move to lead them to be seated. honestly, she wouldn't mind eating at the bar. it means being closer to the booze, after all.
either way, she's momentarily distracted by his words, she gives him an "oh wellllll gosh" sort of look, waving her hand at him in a bashful way.] Well shucks, you might make me blush. [ it's a tease but it's also true, she grins at him--]
Trust me, your picture doesn't do any of this-- [ she gestures her hand to indicate his whole person ] justice. The accent is like a cherry on top.
Oh, you flatter me, you do.
[ by the way he says it, it's not a bad thing. as kenzi makes herself comfortable, cassidy doesn't see reason to move to a table just yet. he doesn't require privacy, or even a semblance of it, to do this dance. he raises his glass in a toast, and the light catches on one of the many rings on his fingers. they look like the kind that will one day belong in an antique shop, or in someone's chest of family heirlooms. ]
To new friendships. [ and more than friendships, goes unsaid, but is very much communicated in his wink and his sly grin. he clinks his glass against hers before tipping it against his lips. ]
A little flattery can get you pretty far, [ she smirks at him with absolutely no subtley. why would she need to be subtle anyways? it's clear they're both interested and this game is fun to play when when someone is so receptive. god, the people here rock. back home, people tend to look at her tiny ass like she's strange, her style, her hair, her cheeky attitude. it's not at all what people consider normal and sometimes it attracts the lunatics.
but here? jackpot.
she cheers him right back and returns that wink with a widening smile of her own before she takes a long sip of her drink.] I'll be happy to drink to that again.