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@evanrider
delilahreyes:
“Well, I’m definitely pretty, but lady suggests class and I probably wouldn’t go that far.” She shrugs, just grateful not to have to make a second trip before leading them into the building.
"My kind of woman, then?” he asks, shooting her a smile. He follows her, the box carried easily in his arms.
alexasawyer:
“I’m more a fan of spontaneity, rather than structured plans.” She was rarely a fan of structure at all. “Good, follow me,” she told him, pulling him out onto the dance floor with her. Her body automatically fell into rhythm with the music that was playing. Alexa wasted no time trying to start with the innocent dancing. Rather, she went straight to her own version of Dirty Dancing. Her back to his front, she guided his hands to her hips, as she started to dance to the beat of the song. Alexa looked back over her shoulder then. “These hands of yours,” she told him, “are free to roam.” She said with a smirk.
“My kind of woman,” he said approvingly. Evan was not a fan of timetables and schedules. He liked to go with the flow, and being able to have the freedom to do what he wanted, when he wanted. Grinning, Evan followed the woman onto the dance floor. His smile widened in surprise when she got right down to it. He looked around, surprised, and a little sheepish, but that was quickly forgotten as she began to move.
He allowed her to place his hands and then leaned in. The hands at her hips went around her waist, her back flush against his chest now too. “They are wild things,” he whispered in her ear, feeling his lips just graze her skin.
texts | evan & sierra
Sierra: Isn't it sexist to assume it will be a fur-nephew? It could be a fur-niece.
Sierra: I do want your opinion though there are cute dogs.
Evan: What? Isn't it a fur-nephew because I'm a guy?
Evan: KIDDING.
Evan: There are. You just want me there to stop you from adopting ALL of them.
Evan: I like that you think I could help with your impulse control.
zoeainsworth:
When he said that, Zoe laughed. She leaned back against the wall of the elevator when he flicked the flame to life in his palm. She smiled at him. “It is a little better. I don’t think we want too much elemental stuff going on in here. I could make us think we’re not trapped in an elevator but it doesn’t help us escape it physically,” she shrugged. “We’re probably just stuck here until they get this fixed.”
She ran her fingers through her hair while remaining against the wall. “Have you enjoyed the party at least?”
“I might take you up on that if we’re in here too long,” Evan said wryly. He was only half joking. He rolled his neck from side to side, then his shoulders, cracking his back. Evan didn’t like being confined. If it was just for a few moments, like elevators usually were, that was fine. Planes and cars were okay, because Evan made the decision to be in them. But being trapped in an elevator? Not his idea of a good time. And strange happenings never meant anything good in Hollow Grove. Evan had been here long enough to understand that bad shit could go down at any moment. He didn’t want to go 3/3 with injuries at the most recent events and have this be the one that finally killed him.
He nodded, releasing a breath and focusing on Zoe rather than their predicament. “I did. I was.” There had been several people in particular he had enjoyed...talking to throughout the night. “Are you? Enjoying your freedom for the night?”
“I don’t suppose you want to grab that other box, do you?” Delilah asked, arms full as she moved from her jeep towards the building that now homed both her and her office. “It’s not a lot and I can pay in rum.”
“Well I’d probably help a pretty lady anyway, but when rum is on the line....” Evan grinned and picked up the extra box in answer.
texts | evan & sierra
Sierra: Do you want to help me go pick out a dog tomorrow?
Sierra: If you're not too busy for your sister and her future fur baby, that is.
Evan: I would love to.
Evan: How could I turn down the opportunity to be the first to meet my fur-nephew!
callie-hastings:
“I take it you’re hoping to get lucky tonight or something then?” She wondered, “Maybe send a rose to someone?”
“I mean, I always hope Lady Luck is on my side. And send a rose to someone? What is this, The Bachelor?”
emmasawyer:
She rolled her eyes at his suggestive tone, “Don’t be a butt–” she replied with a chuckle, “I’ll warn you I’m great at poker.”
“I am so warned,” Evan said solemnly. “Still not put off.”
@evanrider
When the elevator doors opened she expected an uneventful ride. It was just like any other night, right? A little storm wouldn’t change that. Clearly Zoe hadn’t been in Hollow Grove long. She hadn’t learned to expect the unexpected. For a moment it seemed the most surprising thing of the night, aside from meeting her great grandmother’s ex-boyfriend, or whatever he had been, would be running into Evan.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t it. When the elevator they were riding in came to a screeching halt between floors and the lights went dark, Zoe sighed. “Just great,” she huffed. “This is perfect.” Despite the dark, Zoe glanced in Evan’s direction. “Any suggestions for how we get out of here?”
Evan had nothing against Zoe. He felt a little awkward around her sometimes, sure. She and Jason had dated after all, and then she and Evan had hooked up a few times. Sue him, she was hot, and intelligent. It was a lethal combination. Or it had been.
When he got into the elevator with her, he hadn’t thought much of it. Just thrown her a grin, and leaned back against the wall, ready to make pleasant conversation for the few seconds they were in the enclosed space together.
The elevator shuddering to a halt threw a wrench in those plans, of course. “Umm, sorry, my power is of the natural variety. I don’t think you want me summoning any earth, air, fire, or water in here,” he replied. “But....” he called a small flame into the palm of his hand so he could see her features. “There, that’s better.”
itsalextraynor:
“Evan–” She blinked in confusion, wondering in her drunken state how a stranger had turned into Evan. She stumbled a bit where she stood, squinting through the strobe lights to make out his features before snorting an intoxicated laugh. “I knew it was you knew it was me.” She said, babbling nonsense that was fueled by the several shots of tequila she had swiped from the bar just moments before hitting the dance floor. She blinked and tried again. “I mean, you knew it was me knowing it was you knowing me?”
His arms tightened around her when she stumbled, holding her up. Alex was clearly wasted. Evan was drunk, but not on her level yet. “Suuuuure you did,” he replied. He kept them dancing, their bodies swaying to the beat.
alexasawyer:
“Why not? Do you normally not get that far?” Alexa asked. She thought for a second, “How do you feel about dancing? Are you good at it? Because can start there and see where the night takes us. Keep being charming and you might just get lucky.” Alexa was bold, very bold and she rarely beat around the bush.
"Of course I do. I just thought a pretty girl like you would have plans already,” Evan replied smoothly. He grinned widely. “I think I can keep up,” he said, looking her up and down playfully before meeting her eyes.
callie-hastings:
Callie rose a brow at the man’s words, though his later retraction of the words made her roll her eyes, a scoff of a laugh passing her lips, “No, I wasn’t.” She quipped, “Sorry to disappoint. But I hear there are some Burlesque dancers here that you can maybe gawk at if you’re looking for some boob action.”
“I’m sure,” Evan said. And he had certainly been with women--and men--like that before. “Not that there is a lack of eye candy out here either.”
margxgrey:
“So terrible things happen at every event at Hollow Grove, got it.” Margaret gave Evan a thumbs up followed by a small laugh. Hearing about how events usually turn fatal in town almost all night, Margaret decided that what ever would happen she would go along with it, it was inevitable anyways.
"Most of them,” Evan corrected her. “The unusual ones are the ones that go off without a hitch.” They were the rarities. “In any case, hopefully whatever it is will remain far away from us,” he said, plucking two more glasses off a passing tray and raising them as a toast towards Margaret.
lunaxshaw:
Luna gave him a look, a smile creeping up on her face. “Let’s go with appropriate. I like to keep my desserts sweet.”
Evan sighed in disappointment. “Fiiiine,” he huffed. “Though really, you’re already sweet enough as it is.”
alexasawyer:
She smiled and chuckled, talking the glass that was being offered to her, finding the bow kind of cute. “I never turn down a good time. So if you wanna show me a good time, let’s do it.”
“Ho damn, didn’t think I’d get that far,” Evan said, as if he was caught off guard. The confident grin stayed on his face, though. “All right, what you interested in? Your wish is my command,” he said, continuing on in the role of gallant.
liviaxpereira:
“What by saying dance? How would that be a trap?’
“I dunno? You pull me closer and bite my head off?”
emmasawyer:
“And you hustled me right back I’m onto you Rider.” she replied with a grin, making a v with her fingers to make an I’m watching you gesture towards the other witch. “Can’t fool me this time.”
“You can be onto me any time, Emma,” he grinned suggestively. “But I warn you, I’m really good at poker.”
