ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ (arcane) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-01-05 10:47:00 |
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James did a lot of flirting to pass the time - with the ladies, with gentlemen, with basically anyone who caught his eye. Most of the time it was just that, flirting, and only a scant number of people actually followed through. Well. He was here tonight because Maeve followed through - he honestly liked that, he had to admit. And didn’t particularly warm to shy or coy women (she was neither, and instead proved herself to be bold as a French roast). He hadn’t known her very well before the fateful encounter at the boardwalk’s hot chocolate stand, and he still felt as if there were a whole litany of stories there - but he knew now that she enjoyed having fun and that was a good start. It beat sitting at home on New Years’ Eve, with a carton of ice cream and a bottle of rum and just simply watching fireworks on television. He’d prefer to be there in person. And make his own fireworks, so to speak. “What do you usually do for New Years?” he asked, and surely the answer wouldn’t be a late dinner at a colourful Mexican restaurant in the Tropicana portion of Atlantic City - it was so colourful, in fact, it nearly burned his retinas, but the ambiance worked. Table-side guacamole, sky-high piles of nachos with cheese, hand-crafted ceramics, metal tin star lamps hanging from the ceiling in clusters and chili pepper lights strung up - the place was also very festive; he was already consulting the menu which listed the various kinds of available tequila. “Date charming Northern Irelanders?” It may not be a date, or perhaps it was, but he hoped he got a midnight kiss out of it either way. For good luck. Maeve had been a little unsure of how this would go, setting wise, at least. Had it been a job or anything involving business she wouldn’t have left so much of it up to him — she was a firm ‘if you want something done right you have to do it yourself’ type. But with this sort of thing? She had to admit, she was curious. So she had leaned back and let him take a bit of the lead, not feeling too guilty since she had been the one to reach out and pick a date. |