[ 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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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.