alternate_girls (alternate_girls) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-11-06 09:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | place: la, ~juliet mcconnell, ~robert charles hamilton |
Meeting A Cad Who Tries To Be Charming
Who: Hamilton and Juliet
Where: Avarice
When: Tuesday, November 2nd – Evening
Hamilton had been in town barely more than a day and had already fed and had tremendous amounts of sex. He found himself wondering why he'd left LA in the first place, since he'd had two of his favorite experiences in less than 24 hours. He gave the bouncer (Dave) a cocky little smirk as he entered Avarice, a definite swagger to his step. He was dressed in his usual garb to fit in: jeans, wife-beater and jacket, his hair styled messily, as if he'd just woken up.
Juliet entered the well known club maybe three or four steps after Hamilton. A girl on a mission that she was wanting to get over and done with so that she could just enjoy the rest of her evening.
"Buy a girl a drink." The words spilled out once she reached a corner table at the back of the club to join the man already seated there. "That depends on if you've come bearing gifts." The dark haired man returned with a bit of a smirk playing at his lips. "When have I ever not met you with a special little gift, Sparrow." The auburn haired thief countered before sliding a folded piece of paper across the table to the man. On it was the coded location of where he'd be able to find the Amulet of Saite. A supposedly cursed item of ancient Egyptian origins. And one that had taken her weeks of planning to finally acquire for the man. "You will be well compensated for you work, Jo." He returned with a smile as he rose to his feet tucking the paper away in a jacket pocket. "And first drink, as usual, is on me." Giving a wink he tossed a couple bills on the table top before turning away from the young woman to disappear into the mass of people. Juliet waved over a waitress and ordered a beer, she then leaned back slightly in her chair with a satisfied smile. Another job well done and a good chunk of cash to show for her efforts.
Hamilton, of course, had witnessed all of this, although he was careful to pretend that he wasn't paying any kind of attention to the transaction. He secured himself a beer and let Juliet get good and comfortable, before sitting in a seat opposite her. "Business transactions in public. That's pretty bold."
When the man took the bold move of seating himself at her table, Juliet looked at him while taking a drink of her beer. "Excuse me?" She asked him pointedly. Wasn't like either her or Sparrow spoke all that loud to be overheard, especially with the volume the music played at. It would be extremely hard for any human ears to pick up anything in the brief conversation they had had.
"Just a pointed observation," he replied with a small smile, taking a sip of his beer. Sure, it didn't sustain him, but it made it easier for him to blend in, and hey, he liked the taste. "What you do with that information is up to you."
"I have no idea what you're trying to insinuate." Playing it calm, Jules took another drink of her beer. And she certainly wasn't about to let some stranger who seemed to be fishing here rattle her in any way.
"Well, let's pretend I never brought anything up and start over," Hamilton replied with a charming smile, taking a sip of his beer and setting it down on the table between them. "Hamilton," he introduced himself.
"You always this shy around women?" Juliet question with a smile of her own as she regarded the man a little more closely now.
"Usually I'm a complete cad, but with you I'm trying to be charming. How am I doing?" He grinned.
"I'd say your approach needs a little defining." She told him easing back a little in her seat and taking another swig of her beer. Granted he was good looking, but Jules was undecided as to whether she considered him to be the cad he admitted to being or if he was indeed a bit on the charming side.
He tongued one of his molars and considered that, "I'm definitely trying to be charming," he admitted, "but the cad in me wants to tell you about all the things that I'd like to do to you." Well now, that was a bit forward, wasn't it? "Ultimately, it depends what you want," he grinned.
Her interest plummeted with the remark. To her he no longer had any of the charm factor going for him. To Juliet McConnell? He was just like every other guy she ran into in places like this. "Enjoy you drink." Holding her beer Juliet eased herself out of the chair with the intent to leave. "Maybe you'll get lucky with that line used on one of the many skanks that troll this club."
Okay, that? Impressed him. "Whoa, whoa, whoa." He stood up then and reached out a hand to her, careful not to touch. He'd... had trouble with being overly forward in the past. It didn't end well. "Let me start again. I promise that I won't be disgusting."
Juliet regarded the man with half a mind to continue her walk away from him when Hamilton stood up and extended a hand out to delay her departure. "Fair warning, I don't give third chances." The auburn haired thief informed the guy before resettling herself at the table. If he even hinted at his earlier suggestion Juliet would remove herself from his presence so quickly it would make his head spin.
He sat back down as well, giving her a slightly puzzled look. "I'm sorry. It's just... most women don't have your sensibilities these days." Well now, didn't THAT make him sound like an old fogey? "So... I never got your name."
"Most women will do just about anything to keep the attention of a good looking man." Juliet countered. Juliet wasn't one of those. She wasn't the type willing to spread her legs for a man simply because he paid her a compliment or two, or because he tried using a smooth line on her to get what he wanted. "Juliet." She answered thinking it best at the moment to keep things on a first name basis.
"You think I'm good looking?" He countered with a small, smug smile, but was quick to wave it off. "It's lovely to meet you, Juliet." He meant that, too. So few people really interested him these days.
"Not to feed your ego here Hamilton, but, yes." Juliet not hesitating in admitting that to the man. "Though looks don't necessarily define the man." She added taking a drink of her beer. It took more then good looks to gain Juliet's interest.
"True. His actions are what defines him," he replied, before going silent for a moment, wondering WHEN his approach to... socializing had changed. Maybe it was the 80's... "That doesn't make me a particularly nice man, does it?"
"I don't know you well enough to make that assessment." Juliet's first impression of Hamilton wasn't good, but he seemed to truly be trying to change whatever opinion she had of him for the better. A few minutes, though, really wasn't a long enough time to learn what a man was really like. He could really be a cad who just was trying a different tactic to try and get into her good graces as well as into her pants.
"That's fair. If you'd be willing, we could try for a … date?" He felt foolish, since that wasn't the first word that came to mind. Why was it that he still thought 'go steady' was the phrasing? He wished sometimes that things would never change.
"You know you seem to actually be a nice guy when you're not trying to be overly charming." Juliet pointed out before answering the man's question of a possible date. "Perhaps a dinner with no strings attached." The young woman said hoping to make it clear that he shouldn't expect anything from her other then being his dinner date on a chosen night. There was just something about the man that had part of Juliet wanting to get to know him better, while the other part was trying to convince her to keep her distance from the man.
"I think that would be perfect," he replied with a grin. Well, at least 'dinner' meant 'nighttime', right? He'd be screwed if she wanted to meet for breakfast. Well... unless SHE was breakfast, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. "Can I... get your number?"
"Why don't we just meet here Thursday at seven." Juliet offered instead, finding for some reason she was reluctant at the moment to give out her number or address to the man. From Avarice they could head to an agreed upon place for dinner, each of course driving their own vehicle to the restaurant.
She was a cautious creature now, wasn't she? It was smart, really, given what he was (even though she wasn't aware of that). Still, it frustrated the hell out of him. "Thursday it is."
It was a fact that Juliet wasn't aware of what Hamilton was, if she had had any clue she wouldn't still be sitting here with the man, much less have accepted his invitation to a dinner date. "Thursday it is." She repeated back with a slight acknowledging nod.