Rhys Walker (_soldier_boy) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-11-28 00:54:00 |
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Current mood: | curious |
Entry tags: | place: la, ~rhys walker, ~sage collins |
Not What You Expect
Who: Sage, introducing Rhys Walker
Where: Club L.A.
When: Monday Night - November 22
Sage was out that night to have a good time, not so much to get picked up and end up having a one night stand with a nameless face, but rather just a relatively good time enjoying herself for a couple hours having a couple drinks and maybe making it out onto the dance floor. While Avarice seemed the place to be, Sage tended to avoid that club primarily due to the fact that most of the crowd that flocked there knew her sister Camille and tended to mistake the brunette for her blond twin. Having luck in finding an unoccupied table Sage settled in setting her clutch and glass of Pepsi down on the table as her gaze drifted out toward the dance floor.
Rhys rarely got the opportunity to go out of a night time to flirt and socialize, but even working for The Initiative, they knew the importance of 'blowing off steam'. The last thing they wanted was a soldier going AWOL, especially one as exceptional as Rhys (if he did say so himself, which... he did, constantly), which was why he made his way into Club L.A. dressed in black jeans and a matching black collared shirt, rolled up at the sleeves and unbuttoned a little at the top. He'd tried to get Joshua to come, but alas, he was without his wing man tonight. As soon as he walked in, he got himself a beer and took measured sips. Sure, he was a jackass, but he was more of one when he was drunk, so he decided to take him time there.
"Maybe another time." Sage said dryly to yet another college boy who made a lame attempt to try and entice the brunette out onto the dance floor. Most of those guys that approached her had that look in their eyes that was easily read as their hopefulness in getting more then a dance from Sage and it was getting tiresome that she was actually contemplating finishing off her soda and leaving the club.
Rhys couldn't help it but notice that, and smirked. Some guys really needed to learn the fine art of seduction. Now, while she'd interested him, let's note that he fully expected to be shut down like the other guys, despite the fact that all he wanted from her now was a chat. He made his way over and sipped his beer before speaking: "How many is that now?"
Sage had opened her mouth to respond to the male voice with four including you, but when her gaze shifted over toward the man the words seemed to not be able to find a voice. The guy didn't have the look of the average college frat boy and that kind of threw Sage off guard for a brief moment. "Three," she finally answered, "but I'm sure that number will rise as the night continues on."
"I'll bet," he chuckled, taking another sip of his beer before setting it down on the table. Looks like he didn't plan to be overly douche-y tonight. Good. "My record's seven. That's not to say that they weren't hot... er, attractive, but sometimes 'no' means 'no'." Oh God.
"You've actually turned down seven guys who tried hitting on you?" Sage questioned with her best straight face manageable as she teased the guy. He definitely didn't seem the type to be into members of his own sex, which was a good thing cause if he were it would be a loss to the whole single female population of L.A.
"...Nice!" He replied, a stunned and yet impressed expression on his face. It wasn't often that he got burned like that. "No, no. They were all women. Well, one of them was questionable... now that you mention it." He looked thoughtful, briefly, before grinning, clearly joking.
"I'm sure all the single women within hearing distance are breathing a sigh of relief knowing they might still have a chance with you." Sage said with a genuine smile. The man certainly was a spot up from the rest of the over eighteens roaming around the club that evening.
He lifted the collar of his shirt all John Travolta-like and looked around smugly. "If that's not a compliment, I don't know what is." He chuckled and took another sip of his beer, before asking: "What's your name?"
"You don't think all that highly of yourself, do you." Sage stated teasingly with a light little laugh. "And the name's Sage." The brunette giving her name before drinking a bit more of her soda.
"Let's just say... I know where my strengths lie." That was oddly truthful of him. "Sage? Isn't that a herb?" He rolled his eyes. "Not that that isn't a GREAT name."
"It is. It also means to have good taste, to be wise." Though she could have easily been, Sage wasn't about to allow herself to be offended by the man. "I certainly think it is." She added with a sip of her drink.
Oh good. He often offended women within five minutes of meeting them, hence why he tried to make it up to her. "So, I have to ask. Are you a terrible dancer, or do you just not like any guy that's asked?"
"Now are you referring to any guy who's asked if I'm a terrible dancer or just plain has asked me to dance?" Sage asked glancing up to look at the man more directly. That little dip he took after commenting about her name was recouped by his roundabout way of asking her to dance. He definitely wasn't like the other men who tried working her or using lame pick up lines on her in their attempts to try and get anywhere with Sage. Least she could do was afford him one dance.
"Plain asked you to dance," he clarified, tilting his head to the side curiously. She certainly had a different approach to things, didn't she? And hey, despite everything, she'd certainly made an impression. "Call me curious."
"Curious, quite an unusual name." Sage not bothering to try and keep the smirk from her lips as she eased back her chair to stand. "And I promise not to step on your toes." She had never been anywhere near a bad dancer, so the guy really had no fear of her doing that.
He smirked and took one last sip of his beer before offering his hand, leading her out onto the dance floor. "Even if you did, I doubt I'd complain," he replied with a smirk. Corny as it sounded.
"Shall we test this little theory of yours." Sage teased the man as he led her out onto the dance floor just as the music changed over to a bit of a slow song.
Slow? Slow he could definitely do. He smirked and set his hands on her waist (actually NOT going to grab her ass straight away) and set the pace for them. "Doing good so far," he remarked.
"You're not doing too badly yourself." Sage commented in return with a faint smile. The guy definitely wasn't a clutz out on the dance floor. And unbelievably, Sage was actually starting to enjoy herself in the man's company.
"I'm Rhys, by the way," he said with a smirk. He'd gotten her name, after all. He'd come close to adding: Remember it, 'cause you're gonna be screaming it later, but thank GOD he had the sense not to. That hardly ever went over well with women, no matter HOW attractive he was.
Yes, thank god he refrained from voicing that thought. Cause if the words would have left his lips, Sage's hand would have cracked his cheek quite painfully. "Guess I should be saying it's nice to meet you, Rhys." Sage smiled liking the way his name sounded as it rolled off her tongue.
"It's nice meeting you," he grinned. He couldn't help it but feel a little bit smug right now, since she'd admitted to turning down guys before him. … Like he NEEDED the ego boost.
"What?" Sage questioned when she noted the way the man grinned down at her. While good at reading men most of the time, Sage was having a bit of trouble where Rhys was concerned.
"I was just thinking that I must be doing something right if you're dancing with me," he replied. Which was, actually, the honest to god truth right there.
"Maybe I was just wanting to dance and you just happened to be available. You know. Right place, right time." Sage smiled slightly amused by the little bit of bantering.
"Admit it, you're just using me for my good looks and charming wit," he replied teasingly. Okay, so she had a nice smile. He wanted to see it more. Shut up.
"You caught me." She smiled again. "I'm using you for my own gain. Once this dance is done I'll be discarding you like yesterdays newspaper." She couldn't deny that Rhys was a good looking man and he certainly was charismatic.
"Ah, the perils of being utterly good looking," he replied with a chuckle. Okay, so this was amusing, but they had to get off the topic of him at some point. "I bet you get people telling you all the time that you're beautiful."
"I do get that alot, mostly from guys who think a compliment or two is the way into a pretty girl's pants." Which was why Sage more often then not turned guys down that came her way. She wasn't one of the skanks that tended to frequent places like Club L.A. She had values and taste.
He was starting to see that, which was part of the reason why he called her 'beautiful' instead of 'hot' or 'gorgeous', since, while true, they wouldn't have gotten him anywhere. Seems he's smarter than the average bear, huh? "Tsk. Some men have no shame."
"Most men," Sage clarified. It was why Sage thought so little of most men and constantly turned them away when they tried hitting on her.
"A good ninety nine percent," he replied. For whatever reason, he seemed to want to one-up her a bit here. Maybe he just liked teasing her. "No argument here."
"You really do think quite highly of yourself, don't you." Sage stated more then questioned of the man. Not that she was making a complaint. Far from it. She found Rhys to be part of that one percent that she found worthy of her attention, and whose attention she enjoyed.
He rolled his eyes and grinned at her. "Maybe a little. Don't hold it against me." He tugged her closer, careful to keep his grip loose, should she want to break free. So far she hadn't given him the indication that she wanted to move away, but he figured it was better to play it safe with her.
Instinct had Sage almost pulling away from the man when Rhys drew her in closer, but the brunette fought against that. It wasn't like he was groping her unmanly-like or trying to force himself on her right there on the dance floor. "I think more then a little." She smirked keeping her arms resting lightly on his shoulders as he continued to dance her around the dance floor.
"Okay, so maybe I think a lot of myself. Is that necessarily a BAD thing?" He certainly didn't have a lack of confidence, did he? He smiled. "I don't think it is, since you're talking to me." He had a point.
While he did have a point, Sage wasn't necessarily going to feed his ego. "Dancing is much more enjoyable when a little bit of conversation is flowing between two people. Unless you'd rather finish this dance with me not saying a further word." Sage grinned to her dance partner.
"No, no. I like the talking," he replied. "I'll be good." Once the song finished, he released his grip and stepped back from her, still holding one of her hands (although with only a slight grip), "I'm thinking that I'd really like your number."
"You know part of me is saying not to give you that." Sage responded as she found a pen and slipped her hand free of Rhys' only to grasp his wrist lightly and turn his hand palm up. "And a smaller part is saying why not." A smile curved as she scribbled down her cell number across the man's palm. "Now you can't use the excuse that my number was mysteriously lost." What she might be getting herself into Sage wasn't sure, but she was liking what she was seeing so far.
He watched her as she wrote on his hand. "God, I'd kick myself if I lost your number," he admitted with a chuckle, barely resisting the urge to lean down and kiss her. Despite their flirtation, she came across as hesitant, which went a way to explain why he was trying to hold back here – he didn't want to scare her off.