georgina kincaid (lyndsey hayes) (heartofgold) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2017-04-15 21:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *lena, *maxi, georgina kincaid, hilary becker |
FEB. FLIRT PLOT HILARY BECKER • GEORGINA KINCAID FLIRTY @ DIVE • PG • COMPLETE |
Becker wasn’t usually the sort to well, flirt, but ever since he woke up on the 20th, he was feeling extra friendly. He’d bought a few women flowers spontaneously with a charming smile, and now he found himself at the club (Becker didn’t do clubs) standing at the bar glancing around trying to pick which lovely lady to send a drink to. As he looked to the left, he caught sight of someone and smiled, his smile more relaxed, easy going, charming than it normally was. “Can I get you a drink?” He asked leaning against the bar turning his body to face hers. Georgina turned to the man with a smile. “Yes, you can,” she said, looking him up and down appreciatively. Georgina wasn’t one who shied away from this kind of thing even normally, but she had to admit she was feeling especially prone to it tonight, too. “I’m not the sort to assume what a lady would like, what would you like to drink?” Becker said as he tilted his head towards the bar indicating she could have whatever she wanted. “Vodka gimlet,” she answered without hesitation. Becker turned to the bartender and ordered quickly. He knew he probably should know what a vodka gimlet was but he wasn’t the most knowledgeable about those sorts of things. “Looks refreshing.” He said as the bartender handed it to him and he handed it over. “I’m Becker,” he told her with a smile. “Georgina,” she smiled back, holding out her hand to shake his. “What’s your go to drink, Becker?” Her words, themselves, weren’t flirtatious, but the tone and smile were as the succubus instinct to feed mingled with whatever was pushing her to be more flirtatious than usual. “A pleaser,” he nodded politely with a small smirk. Even though he felt extra flirty that didn’t mean he was actually good at it. “I’m a beer sort of bloke,” Becker said with a playful wink. “I see.” She nodded toward his beer. “Is that your favorite or just what they had on tap?” She had her own preferences, but she also knew a lot a lot of subjects. It was inevitable when you’d lived as long as she had. Becker looked down at what he had. “It was on tap,” he answered with a small frown. Becker never really thought about if he had a favorite beer or not, he should have, especially after the time he'd spent in Colorado. "Ever been to Colorado?" Georgina nodded. “I’ve been to Denver a few times,” she admitted, “but I haven’t spent a lot of time there. Is that home for you?” “Was for a bit, Breckenridge, not Denver.” It was strange to think about. “Home is London,” He added with a shrug. “And you?” “The ski town?” she nodded, recognizing the name, although she’d never been there. “I’ve lived a lot of places, but the last several years Seattle has been home for me.” Telling him she’d been alive for centuries and had been born in 5th century Cyprus wasn’t really a consideration. “Where are you from? Originally?” He asked not really answering the ski town question but he did nod to indicate that it was indeed that place. “Hear Seattle has a bit of rain.” He added almost as an afterthought awkwardly. “I was born in Cyprus,” she admitted vaguely. Talking about her roots wasn’t something she liked doing. Too many unpleasant memories there, but she didn’t mind admitting that much. “We moved to Seattle when I was very young.” That part was a lie, but she delivered it flawlessly. Lying was something she had centuries of practice at. “So you got used to the rain?” He asked unaware of any lie, maybe he’d have seen something if he were trying to look but given his lack of paying attention to that, he just saw her lips move. “The winters were certainly rainy,” she admitted. “There was plenty of sunshine, too, though.” “Sunshine is a good thing,” he said awkwardly. “Want another drink?” Georgina turned a charming smile on him and nodded, letting her hand brush over his arm. “I’d love one.” |