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Men are natural warriors, but a woman in battle is truly bloodthirsty.
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He’s a bit confused at how fast thinking she is. Humans…well some he guessed were smart but he doubted brainiacs were club goers though he could be wrong. Travels? Ship? She didnt seem like a tourist.
“–I am offering a ride, I don’t mind, pizza is usual habit of mine anyway, Im not much of a chef with other things taking up my time…any idea where I can drop you off?–”
“Oh! Good. I like rides.” She grins. “Um, well, do you know where the yachts are docked around here? That’s where you can drop me off.” As she’s saying this she’s taking a slice of pizza out and eating it. “Sorry. I’m really hungry.”
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Wrong numbers /Open RP
He chuckled giving her a smile. “–No, No thanks darling I ate already. I was only reoragnising my walk in wardrobe. I wasnt that busy or elae i wouldnt have brought such a lady pizza at 11:30pm at night–” he checked his watch.
He turned to look back down the street to the car. “–Well ill get off, leave you to your pizza…oh erm wait didnt you say your friend had left? Are you okay getting back to…your…place?–” he struggled for a sentence at the end seeing as he had no clue wether she had a place in the area.
“Oh! Well. Wardrobes! They’re nasty pieces of work sometimes. I should know -- I have a room that is just a wardrobe!” She’s grinning now, before she looks at him and raises an eyebrow.
“Companion. Not friend. Not really. Just someone that comes along on my travels.” She would wave a hand at this point but her hands are full with the box. “I guess I could walk back to the ship, but...I dunno, are you offering a ride? Your car’s damn nice. Although, I hear that the smell of pizza stays in the car for weeks on end...”
Wrong numbers /Open RP
He snapped back at her tone. “–Sorry, caught me off guard is all–” he handed her the pizza but held his hand up at the money. “–Free of charge darling…the way you look is payment enough–” he chuckled shyly rubbing back of his head. “–I was probably faster since I came in a sports car and not on a motorbike…you see im not the delivery boy, Im the guy who owns the penthouse at the top of the flats across the street from the pizza place–” he smirked.
“What? Wait, so I troubled you -- I’m so sorry!” The Corsair exclaimed. “Why didn’t you say something? I mean, geez, you were probably busy doing something and I interrupted -- wow.” The Corsair sighed, putting the money away. “I’m really sorry. Do you want some pizza, then?” She asked, sheepishly.
Wrong numbers /Open RP
He’d glanced at the front of the club before turning to where the voice had called him from.
He found himself grinning like an idiot at the lovely looking brunette who was waving towards him. Pursing his lips he strode over and paused to open the bag. “–Hey, Darling, this yours?–” he asked as he pulled free the large and warm cardboard box that the scent of a cheese feat pizza was floating from.
He was glad now he’d dressed up, Roxxys was a fairly high end club for London and seeing her in that pretty little black number, it took him a good minute to stop staring.
“Wow. That was fast. By Earth standards, anyway.” The Corsair blinked. He definitely looked like someone that could’ve been in the nightclub, though. She didn’t smell anything strange in the pizza, though. No drugs, thankfully. (Not that they were going to be effective, unless it was aspirin. Then all bets were off.)
She reached into her purse and pulled out a few quid. Unfortunately, he wasn’t taking it -- instead, he was just staring at her, even as she waved the bills in front of his face. She was a lothario but she wasn’t looking for a one-night-stand tonight, except with the pizza in his hands. “Oi, lover-boy.”
Wrong numbers /Open RP
He was as quick as possible at the pizza joint as when he explained to cleo some lass had phoned him and not them the young man laughed and procceded to bag up like he usually would a medium cheese feast pizza like he would for the delivery guy.
“–Hope she’s hot–” he called after Conall as he picked up he thermal bag and made back for the car.
Conall was grinning all the way down ken road as he came to the corner of rathbone place where he could just see the club a few doors down a dark haired women standing out side a few other pairs of clubbers passing around… He got out of the car and went round the passenger side collecting the bag and locking the car turned for the club approching slowly before flashing a smile. “–Someone order a pizza?–”
The Corsair ran a hand down her black dress, looking around for any sign of that pizza. However, she wasn’t expecting it from a cute, well dressed man. That was strange. She didn’t know delivery drivers could be so well dressed.
She gave him a wave. “Hey, over here!” She grinned. The smell of it was appetizing, plus, it gave her an excuse to talk to the guy. She hoped he was interesting.
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Wrong numbers /Open RP
“–Rathbone place..aye I know it. I’ll be about 20 minutes then. Do call back if you want to change the address…–”
Something gave him the feeling she didn’t fancy hanging around there. though he has to admit, that place got mad full of drunk university students on a weekend like this. He went to grab his Honda keys as he waited for her to hang up, but changed his mind reaching for his dad’s old Mercedes keys thinking the wee lass might need a lift back to where ever she was staying if she didn’t know the area and he would hate for her to see the state of the junk food wrappers that lined his everyday car…
“Alright.”
She waits outside for the pizza -- the air is getting to her and she rather be out staring at the stars than inside, waiting for some stupid pizza. Also, it’s less awkward.