Re: quicklog: connie and cris awkward blind date
[Cris rolled his eyes, but gamely, grinning at the girl from the cornera his mouth as he tried to catch the arrows after that miss. If there was anything the guy got, it was pride, huh? His cardinal sin. He felt like he was doing better with that particular demon, but he got it. He didn't deliberately misstep, 'cause like I said, he just wasn't that kinda machinating and at least his pride knew a false prize. But, the fact was she was better, and he'd give her that.
The arrows started going nuts and he tried to keep up with the unpredictable directions thrown his way with mixed success.] Shit—[He glanced at Connie as she talked 'bout dancing.] You musta been doin' it wrong, [he joked.] Ay, you can come by for lessons, huh? My ma was a dance teacher. Or if you just wanna learn how to grind, I can get Sam to teach you. Girl's gotta knack for it. [It wasn't meant as a lewd comment and he didn't say it with any devious inflection. There was some pride there, along with some teasing, and maybe just a lil bitta hope too, huh? That maybe this wasn't a total catastrophe and that maybe Connie could find a way, at some point, to forgive Sam.
When they dismounted the platforms, Cris followed Connie's cues as to what they were doing. He grabbed his jacket and tossed it over his shoulder, and when she curtseyed, he gave her a silly sorta half-bow mirrored after one Disney prince or another. He shook her hand, and then, if she let him, after she nodded all solemn like she was about to march off to the gallows, Cris pulled her in for a brief hug, if she let him.—Now, if she resisted at all, he'da let her go, 'cause he didn't do touching where it wasn't wanted, but he felt it was a lil too formal for him, handshake and all, so he hugged her, just an arm 'round her shoulders and a pincha her to him. The air moved by bodies wafted somea his own cologne up his nose and Cris slipped back into his jacket.] I'm sorry this got all messed up, chiquita. Try not to hate Sam too much. I know she didn't mean for you to feel bad. [He grabbed the collara the jacket, shook it out and got himself better in the armsa the thing.] As far as that goes—[He pointed at the DDR machine.]—I'll kick your ass next time or I owe you a drink, huh?