“Miss Hill.” Though the smile with which he greets her is one that can only be described as devilish, like a schoolboy who damn well knows he’s up to no good -- the dip of his head towards her as well as the compliments he extends are genuine enough. “You don’t look a day older, and just as fashionable.”
It has, indeed, been quite some time since last they met -- roughly two years, by Levi’s own estimate -- and though remaining out of each other’s paths means business is flourishing, means both their respective employers have been having no particular trouble with one another -- it is never with wariness nor lack of will that Levi arranges to take the lady out to discuss terms and conditions over dinner.
He extends his hand towards her; large, open palm gruff and blistered; another brief flash of teeth as he juts his chin over his shoulder, towards Oriole, their fine-dining restaurant of choice for the night. “Shall we?”
CAREFUL GAZE RISES FROM THE DOCUMENTS, searching virginia’s expression for any sign that she’s joking about what she’s saying. but no, he can’t seem to find what he’s looking for this time. shuffling in his seat to get a better look at her, a brow raises at her words. “ oh yeah? that easy is it? ” doubtful scoff rattles up from his throat, “ if it were that bloody simple, wouldn’t everybody do it? ”
ally turned her head, confusion written all over her face. that comment was the last thing ally was expecting. she never saw herself as one of the ‘pretty girls’. more often than not she was insecure with her looks, having been bullied back in high school— specifically, her nose had been the subject of all her humiliation. “you think i’m pretty?” ally couldn’t believe what she was hearing. she sat there with her lips ever so slightly parted in disbelief, unsure of how to even react to such a remark. “i– thank you, but i think you’re the pretty one.”
“I think you’ve got this all wrong, sugar–I’m merely borrowing your time for a bit, so if you’d be so kind to help me out, my boss would love to speak to you. Says he knows something that could be of importance.”
She tapped the cigarette between her fingers, the ashes falling to the pavement below before taking a long drag. For once she was in the dark about something, and it was putting Virginia on edge. All he told her was that there was a Matt Murdock she needed to find, and he needed him there. There was something amiss and she was annoyed that she was kept out of the dark. But as always, whatever Joe wanted, she would get done.
“Would you please get in the car or do we need to use force to do it?”
Importance? Grip TIGHTENS fast around the red and white blind person's cane in the man's hand. THIS WAS BAD, clearly. Adrenaline starts PUMPING, mind begins to RACE. The smoke and chemicals from the cigarette pierces his nostrils causing his nose turn up, could tell by the brand alone that the woman with the femme fatale voice was for real.
He’s familiar with the type. SMUG and BRAZEN, had to be to try grabbing him in public like this. And although her sent in particular isn't ringing any bells she seems familiar enough with his.
First instinct was to FIGHT (of course it was) First THOUGHT tells him that breaking out the Judo on main street would cause more problems than solved. Had to remember who he was, a HELPLESS blind man. At least until hearing what's so important from this ‘BOSS’ of hers. Takes a deep breath.
❝ No MA'AM, we don’t ❞
Answers, a hand reaches out to feels in front of him as he ducks into the vehicle with the woman without protest.
He so wishedshe hadn’t been there to see it; this well-spoken American lass who’d engagedThe Firm in a little dirty work against a fellow Yankee who, while living inLondon, had done her a disservice. He so wished she hadn’t insisted on beingthere when he, the Pitbull, the enforcer of gang law this side of the Thames, had doneas she’d engaged him to and torn a two-inch-deep strip off the fellow who’dhacked her off. But she had been. She’d seen the lot – the poker,the welts, the duct tape and the ruin of a human being he’d left behind – and now,as a post-work cigarette dangled from his lips, she was reaching for him.
Ron jerked away from even the implicationof fingers on his right cheek. The blood smeared there wasn’t his – none of it was – but he still didn’t want touching. ‘Ah.’ The noise was cautionary; the glarefollowing it heated. ‘None’a that.’
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Attractiveness:
repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words
not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex
Level of Friendship:
never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||
First impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
Current impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
How good of a kisser:
worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay|| alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed
