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Post by Azrael on Jul 13, 2016 1:26:26 GMT
Azrael had been investigating a lead to the organization against him about an hour prior to the date's intended meet up point. It was hard to pinpoint any causes, even through direct intervention and interrogation of everyone who had been hired. The story was the same: Anonymous hirer, traces from phone calls and through messages heavily encrypted.
And even when that encryption was past, it lead to funds through completely unrelated companies: bakeries, life unsurances, government welfare, Youtube, there was absolutely no connections between them. It wasn't going to be sustainable, he needed to seek professional assistance in this regard. Night omnipotency, and he still couldn't find any answers, he was a little disappointed in himself.
He unfurled his cuffs, and the red stains were quickly removed from the shirt. Deep breaths. It was strange how his mind was not even considering the circumstances of his situation, but the fact that he was going on a date was boggling his head. A world-infamous bio-engineer, physicist, scientist, vigilante, was more worried about looking presentable on a date rather than threats on his own life.
Exiting the crime scene, John drove his car down towards the office. Flicking his phone up from much more form fitting clothes, he dialled Evelyn's work cell. While he was still seemingly inconspicuous, he didn't look like a mismatched cupcake frosting gone wrong like last time. A plain black shirt untucked over jeans and casual loafers. Click. He pressed the phone to his ears.
"Hey, I'm downstairs at the moment, you ready for the coffee? Because I'm totally ready for that free session."
Evelyn Inoue
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Post by Evelyn Inoue on Jul 13, 2016 2:54:43 GMT
It crossed her mind periodically throughout the day, that this was probably the first time she'd actually gone anywhere with anyone in public for something that wasn't work related in...months? It should have made her feel like garbage, but if anything it just made her immensely melancholic. Honestly, what could possibly go wrong? Accepting a proposal for a date from some guy she had literally just met and hadn't even conversed with for longer than the drive it took her to get to her office.
Yes, she had messaged him a couple times, but it felt so unnatural for her to have an actual conversation of any kind through text. She was always so busy she could hardly even focus to boot, it just made her feel a complete mess. Regardless, she had in fact managed to get her things in order, her schedule taken care of, and an actual outfit that could have been considered acceptable. She didn't even know anymore.
Staring at the time from her phone, one arm propped on her desk as she slouched over it she wondered as more and more time passed. Was she being stood up? She had been waiting for him to call or text or something, but nothing. So she'd been preoccupying herself with meaningless apps on her phone, her red high heels knocked over by the foot of her chair. Maybe it was best she just went home.
Then her phone rang and it quite literally made her jump in her comfortable leather chair. Well, this was still happening then wasn't it? Unless he was calling to cancel. God, if that were the case she'd rather not even answer, but she did. Lifting her cell to her ear she stood slowly from her desk, listened as she slipped her heels on, flattened down her a-line miniskirt, and headed out the door with her things.
"Hey," She replied, trying not to sound as tired as she felt, but that's definitely where the coffee came in. "Sure, I'm on my way down." Evelyn hung up, tucked her phone in her purse, and hoped to god that her bra wouldn't show through her thin, loose tank top. She didn't entirely know the dress code for these sorts of things. What was too formal what wasn't. As she walked down to the street level of her office building, opened the door to see him there, she still in fact felt over dressed. He did look nice though, much more cleaned up and it was appealing. "Hi. You look really nice." A smile graced her features. "I swear I'm over dressed for everything." She tucked strands of her hair behind her right ear, the usual tick she had. "Did you get caught in traffic?"
Azrael
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Post by Azrael on Jul 13, 2016 5:24:20 GMT
"See you downstairs doc." Sliding his phone back into his pocket, he folded his his hands into his pockets and leaned against his car whilst waiting for his date. If his jaw could drop, it probably would have at this point. He didn't hide it either, Evelyn was gorgeous from heels to top. He could just barely make the ridges and the colors of her bra pressing underneath the light cloth that covered her chest. "Hey, you look... wow. I mean, if steam starts leaking from my ears, let me know yeah?" She looked great already in her scientist uniform. "I'm rather glad you dressed up for me." He chuckled, leaning over and kissing her on the cheek. "Let's go."
The coffee shop that Azrael mentioned was somewhere around the junction of Huntsman Street and Nightingale Street, completely unremarkable location in a fairly unusual location. Difficult to find, rustically furnished with a high class modern flair and a very non-descript name: The Grounds. It was the signature identification of almost every non-conformist coffee place, but the people were friendly and the service was excellent. And more importantly, the lounges were in small circular concaves with a rounded table, designed to seat people beside each other.
Excellent for cuddling, but that was beside the point.
Holding her waist, Azrael guided the both of them towards a relatively quiet and enclosed location. While the coffee shop intentionally made itself difficult to maneuever, the inside was packed with life, though the ambience of the coffee place seemed to cut past all the people within, somehow quieting each table to mere hushed conversations. As Evelyn shifted into the semi-circular sofa seat, Azrael shifted in himself, scooching himself close to her. "You look and sound like you need sleep more than a cup of coffee." He noted, having noticed the occasional droops in her voice throughout the car ride as well as during the phone. "Been a long day for you as well?"
Evelyn Inoue
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Post by Evelyn Inoue on Jul 13, 2016 5:55:41 GMT
She couldn't resist a chuckle of her own at those compliments of his. Ridiculous. Evelyn rested a hand on his chest gently as he kissed her cheek. "You're still too much." She admitted, though appreciative of the compliments. It made her feel less ridiculous for seemingly more dressed up than he was, but when was she not? Her normal work attire rarely strayed from skirts and button up shirts. It was just a preference really. She liked looking presentable ya know? Evelyn enjoyed the car ride over, as it provided her with the time she needed to just breath and relax. She had just felt off throughout the day, and it wasn't normal for her to feel anxious at work. She could blame that on the date prospect, but the thought was far too embarrassing to admit. She was a grown woman for godsake. It's not as if this were her first date in the history of her love life. As they arrived she remembered what he'd said about the 'hipster' atmosphere and instantly she felt out of place. The music that played dimly in the background as they entered wasn't all that bad, but there were so many people. That she hadn't expected honestly. It being her own fault she hadn't taken into consideration the young population in this city that loved their coffee about as much as she loved her work. Squeezing her way through the chatting groups of young people, Evelyn was met with relief when they found a spot that was at least somewhat private and away from the central heat of the crowd of customers and their conversations. After sliding in, she tucked her skirt properly beneath her, slid her bag off her shoulder and moved it to her left so he could sit to her right. It made her grin at how close he got, but she didn't mind. The thing that did embarrass her however was the very fact that he'd noticed something she hoped he wouldn't above all else. Regardless she could brush it off. "But coffee is the best medicine." She replied, and leaned back slightly so she could turn her cheek to look at him. "My work days are always long, but I love what I do." There was nothing she could complain about honestly, aside from her temp but that was hopefully to be resolved soon. She sighed and decided to give in a little at least. There wasn't much she could divulge about work after all, but this she could talk about. "To tell you the truth I've been dealing with this awful temp agency for a week now. Ever since I transferred our location to a bigger building I've been in need of a new assistant, but everyone they send...They're just awful." She enunciated with a wave of her right hand. "But trying to get these people on the phone is like pulling teeth."Azrael
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Post by Azrael on Jul 13, 2016 7:14:33 GMT
"Mm, yeah?" He responded, his eyes looked into hers. He could relate, given that he had interns working in his company prior to its failure. "I'm sure they've been doing a few things right, I mean I've been throwing pictures of cats and asking what you've been wearing on phone and I'm pretty sure none of them got through." He teased, chuckling.
"Hi guys, how're you this evening? My name's Ryann, I'm here to take your order." Came a voice from a heavily tattooed girl with shaved temples and a pink mohawk. "Are you ready to order?" Azrael cleared his throat, slowly shifting back slightly in order to make things less awkward with the barista in front of them. "Yeah, I uhh, gimme the deconstructed ice coffee." His accent shifted, this time, to a perfect replication of the New York accent, now that he had a few moments to reflect on his past errors in his speech patterns. "Deconstructed ice coffee... got it, and you miss?" After receiving the orders, the barista repeated the order, gave a confirmation nod, a fake smile, then headed to take the order in.
Having the presence of the barista leave, he looked back towards Evelyn, gave a mischievous grin then re-scooched back towards her, "Fuck it, I'm not moving just to make things less awkward for the barista again." He stuck his tongue out, then turned back towards the conversation at hand. She didn't feel comfortable with discussing her work, it seemed, that was fine to him. Especially with patient confidentiality. "Did you see how many tattoos that barista has?" He noted, slightly peeking out to look at her, before returning his gaze at Evelyn's lips and eyes.
"You ever thought of getting yourself one like that? To me, you seem the type to have thick glasses and a low lamplight and piles binders when you were younger, but I'm guessing you had your rebellious days in the past."
Evelyn Inoue
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Post by Evelyn Inoue on Jul 13, 2016 7:41:34 GMT
She scoffed at his tease, though she hoped her employees didn't simply look at cat videos all day. They'd get reamed for sure otherwise. "God I hope not." She didn't mean to impose her working mentality onto those she worked with, but she expected a lot out of her employees. Without their cooperation how was she to get anything done herself? Her eyes flitted up to meet the figure of a woman fully tattooed and reminding her completely how out of her element this place was, as far as the people went anyway. Not that some of her patients didn't dress in a modern sort of fashion, this just wasn't the usual place she'd find herself being outside of work unless taken. Thanks to John that was the case. Although, as he slipped into that accent again she was more in awe with him than the girl with bold fashion sense. It was why her reaction to the woman asking her what she wanted was slightly delayed. "Oh, uh, I could go for an iced coffee as well, vanilla syrup please, and just a little bit of low fat half and half, thank you." Evelyn gave the girl a polite grin, and as she left she gave John more of a smile as he scooted closer to her once again. "Mhmm." She hummed, clearly more curious about his vocal changes than the girls tattoos, but as he described what her former adolescent self must of looked like even Evelyn couldn't resist a chuckle. "Oh did I now?" While he wasn't entirely wrong, she didn't want him to perceive her as completely dull. "I'll have you know my parents are second generation immigrants. So by birth I had no choice but to be a genius." She raised a slender index finger and poked his cheek for him having stuck his tongue out at her. "And though I'm not oppose to tattoos, I don't think they'd suit my current field." She had considered getting one a few years back, but after deciding what she wanted to do early on it ultimately seemed like a bad idea. "However, I'm far more interested in your accent changes Mr. Gray. So tell me, where are you from really? Or are you going to tell me you're an aspiring actor." Azrael
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Post by Azrael on Jul 13, 2016 9:20:27 GMT
"Ahaaa, you may be a genius, but you don't deny the charges." Azrael replied, laughing slightly. "In my experience, the people who work the hardest are also the people who need to party the most, since... well, you only have so much time, might as well make the most of what you-- hey!" He laughed as she poked him with an index finger, he spun towards it after she poked his cheek, biting down on the finger lightly, simply holding it between his teeth, then wrapped his lips around it, puling away, using his tongue to lick her index as he did. "I do bite Doctor Inoue. Mm..."
"Me? Well, I'm... hmmm..." He thought for a moment, his eyes briefly looking upwards in thought before returning to hers. He found it slightly difficult to focus on a single line of thought, given the company, he was too busy absorbing everything about her. "Oh, absolutely, I'm going to be the next Bond, doesn't this accent make you want to melt?"
He gently shifted himself closer, his left arm wrapped behind her and rested on her waist. The color of her lips, the slight, fazed red hues of her eyes, her long dark black hair and the soft white skin underneath the loose, thin cloth of her clothing, Azrael was memorizing everything, burning it in his mind. "Truthfully, I'm from the United Kingdom, but the place where I come from doesn't exist anymore." He stated, "As for... what I do. Well... what I do is somewhat dangerous, not to myself, but to people who know about me. I would rather spare you from that, if possible. Some people want me gone. Maybe I could tell you more privately, at your office. You did offer me a free session." He grimaced slightly, he hoped she would understand.
"So... second generation immigrants, Inoue as your last name..." Azrael gave her a mischievous grin, "I wanna ask, and please be honest. What would your parents say knowing that you're dating a gaijin?"
Evelyn Inoue
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Post by Evelyn Inoue on Jul 13, 2016 9:52:36 GMT
"I may have worn glasses," She tilted her head at his laughing, smiling herself because childhood photos would certainly be embarrassing, but weren't they all for mostly everyone? She rolled her eyes playfully though, as he expressed that she needed to party of all things. Definitely not. She hadn't when she was a teenager for good reason, and it's not like she had a desire to now. It wasn't in her nature. "Hey-" She smirked at him as he nipped at her finger, though before she could take it back herself he wrapped his lips around it and she felt his tongue against the pad of said finger. "Aw come on, gross." The woman giggled despite herself. "You're getting your cooties all over me." With her childish words said through giggles she rubbed her finger off on the shoulder of his shirt as punishment, giving the man a light pat right after before placing her hands in her lap once more. His story about where he came from was interesting to her, which was why she brought it up. People didn't just put up fronts like that unless they had a reason to, and the Doctor was curious what his reasons were. However, if they were too private she wasn't in the position to push or she very well could have the first time they'd met. "Unfortunately Sir, that charm doesn't work on me." Foreign accents weren't what appealed to her, but the cultures of their origin certainly were. She leaned against him playfully as he wrapped his arm around her, but listened further as he went on. For the most part he had been keeping his hands to himself. It was appreciated. She could remember the last date she'd had, and it had ended poorly simply because the man had terrible manners. She prefered slow and steady, warming up to the person rather then diving head first. It was the rational part of herself that said it was the wiser thing to do, but really she was just defensive of her own heart. Addmittedly, as he did open up, it didn't entirely surprise her the upsetting news. It did lower her mood however. The nice ones, there was always something wrong. She sympathized with him when he said that his home no longer existed, but later was plagued with disappointment. "Are you some kind of villain?" She looked up at him, feeling awful for even asking but it seemed necessary. He was right, about perhaps discussing this in private but she felt he had to at least answer that. "I'll answer your question, if you're honest with me." Even so she was aware he could still lie if he truly was a bad guy, but she had hope that she'd at least be able to tell. Her eyes looked into his while she waited for his response. Azrael
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Jul 13, 2016 11:16:06 GMT
Post by Azrael on Jul 13, 2016 11:16:06 GMT
"Hey..." Azrael commented as she wiped his own saliva off on his shirt. Fair enough, it might have been a bit too far, but he was doing it in good fun. He paused for a moment, taking the handkerchief and covering his shirt, wiping down on it. "Mm, sorry about that. But I can definitely say I am cootie free." He replied with mild amusement, it seemed that she wasn't ready for that kind of flirt yet and he could respect that. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that his levels of comfort were not everyone else's.
"Ohh, I don't know. I'd reckon it has a little effect." He joked. "Excuse me guys!" came the voice from the same barista as before, "One deconstructed ice coffee for the sir, and one half and half vanilla syrup iced coffee for the lady!" He watched as his coffee was placed on a plate, with ice coffee being placed in a cylindrical jar with a shot of cream held in a large syringe, alongside ice cubes made of french press lungo coffee. He slowly assembled his into the shape of an actual coffee glass before taking a sip. Damn, he loved it, even though the caffeine didn't really do anything to him.
As he was about to take another sip the her next question almsot made him choke a little. "Oh... excuse me." He stated, placing his glass down. For perhaps the first time, his eyes turned serious throughout the conversation. It wasn't that he didn't want to divulge the information, but rather that talking more about it in public was worrying for him. He himself was near invulnerable, but this lady next to him, wasn't. But moreso than that, the world villain echoed against his mind. "No." He stated, firmly, and bitterly. It only took a moment to realize how angry that sounded.
"I'm sorry." He stated, "I'm overreacting a little, I know. I'm not a villain. But I've made mistakes and it has cost me, and everyone around me, dearly." He looked into her eyes, it was a small moment, but a window of sadness furled through his eyes, almost like longing, then returned to normal. "If you really want to know, you'll have to swear it on doctor-patient confidentiality back at your office." He gave a smile, a fake one.
He cleared his throat, placing his glass onto the table. "Now that I've jumped through your hoops, I think I deserve an answer, and maybe a backrub. I'm going to ante up the question though... would you be alright with dating someone who wasn't entirely a good person?"
Evelyn Inoue
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Jul 13, 2016 11:57:26 GMT
Post by Evelyn Inoue on Jul 13, 2016 11:57:26 GMT
She knew that the word villain implied a harsh negative connotation, but what she did, what she believed in personally, Evelyn didn't want darkness in her life. The doctor in her didn't even want to ask such a triggering question right out in the open, that she was in no place to judge or ask just yet, but she was off the clock. Evelyn Inoue the person felt that she could speak her mind at least every once in a while.
It was tragic really, because she couldn't even point out how completely pretentious their coffee was being served to them as it was. So focused on him, she couldn't even make a single joke about how out of place she was here, but as he looked at her and spoke firmly as he did her expression finally softened. It didn't bother her, the assertiveness in his tone, but she hoped that it wasn't because he was defensive. That would imply guilt, and he did seem like a good person, at least from the bit she'd gotten to speak with him thus far. What evil doer helped strangers stranded on the side of the road, took said stranger out for coffee?
She noticed that sadness in his eyes when it appeared, and it only intensified the concern for him in hers. It was the side of her that always felt the need to help people that started to nag at her, and she felt a bit bad for asking such a pointed question. "Everyone makes mistakes." She tilted her head, a small grin forming as she witnessed his fake smile and she felt more guilt. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
Evelyn glanced over at a group of youth laughing and talking at a table a few feet away. Not the right place to talk about things like that Evelyn, what were you thinking? She raised a brow at his proposal after he cleared his throat. This gave her time to notice their glasses and find the design of the service a bit amusing to herself. Reaching out to take her cool glass from the table, she brought it to her lips and peeked over at him briefly at his new question. Would she?
"That is a good question." She muttered just at the rim of her glass before setting it down. "It depends on what you define as 'good'." And out came Dr. Inoue, professional shrink. "Everyone defines good and bad differently. In hindsight, no one his entirely good. People still lie, even if it's mostly innocent. Hide things from people they hope to protect, even if they're supposed to be ultimately good. I don't think such offenses are cause for judgement." She turned to him just a little more, wanting to look at him more face to face.
"Unless said person is..actively hurting innocent people with no regrets, no guilt. That's where I'd have a problem...That would imply that the person doesn't care, can't express human emotions like regret." Her auburn hues searched his features, and in hopes of reassuring him she grinned so slightly, lifted a hand to his cheek so her thumb could stroke kindly against his skin. "Mistakes can be forgiven John. I'm not one to judge, and if you're up for it you can prove it to me. John Gray isn't as bad as he might think he is."
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Jul 13, 2016 13:42:23 GMT
Post by Azrael on Jul 13, 2016 13:42:23 GMT
"Ahh... no, I got emotional for no reason. I shouldn't have done that." He stated, somewhat embarassed about the last few moments he had, but it seemed as if he had bounced back just as quickly. "Very taoist of you, Doctor Inoue. I'm guessing it's the philosophy you take with you when you work with your patients." He chirped, but he agreed with her, only that he personally didn't believe in dichotomies. He just liked people in general. But regardless, he continued to listen to her talk, and kept quiet to listen to her words.
He knew there was a reason why he had liked her at the start. And it wasn't because she just needed help, but the fact that she was willing to help out anyone who was in need of assistance, and willing to overlook the flaws of others in search of a means to help them. "Mm... well, whoever that person is, I guess he does feel something. Guilty, maybe, for indulging his passions, by pursuing someone he might like even though it might put them in the crosshairs." As her eyes met his, he gently lifted his hand to brush a lock of her hair gently behind her ear.
His face was so close to hers he could so clearly smell the perfume that danced against her neck. He moved forwards, only just a bit, and gently brushed his lips against hers, perhaps it couldn't even be called a kiss. He held himself back, since she didn't seem comfortable with him, at least just yet, and pulled away before his instincts got the better of him. His tongue darted out to catch the taste of vanilla iced coffee against his lip.
"I think your request sounds more than reasonable." He stated, feeling the heat rise from the bottom of his neck as her delicate fingers ran against his cheek. the hand behind travelled upwards to hold her shoulder, before pulling her towards him lightly, allowing her head to rest against his chest. He rested a cheek against her hair, smelling the scent that emanated from her. He stayed like that for a while with her. Time slowed down, literally, as he willed it to. Moments may have passed, but it was stretched, minutes to half an hour, he couldn't really tell the difference.
But somewhere along the line of it, he opened his eyes and raised his head from resting against hers, looking back into her eyes. "I should take you back to your office, you've got another appointment, right?"
Evelyn Inoue | MAX - Lights Down Low
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Jul 13, 2016 21:05:07 GMT
Post by Evelyn Inoue on Jul 13, 2016 21:05:07 GMT
She rose a brow at him as he called her view Taoist, but she was quite confident she was right. "I do." She had admitted as he'd assumed that her words were something that she carried with her to work. It wasn't her job to apply harsh judgments to people. She wasn't a lawyer, and she wasn't employed directly by the Initiative itself. She was free to conduct her work how she saw fit, and she preferred it that way, to not be bound strictly to one side.
It was quite a relief to know that even if he had done something bad in the past that he wasn't apathetic enough to not feel guilt, even if just for putting her in 'danger'. She smirked at him, and felt the need to remind the man, "I can handle myself trust me." Her smile turned to a grin as he lifted his hand and tucked strands of her raven locks behind her ear. She didn't think he was evil, no.
Evelyn felt a kiss coming, what with him being so close to her, granted she'd done it to herself, but she didn't lean away. Closing her eyes, her hand slowly lowered from his features, waiting but was only met with his lips against hers in a touch that she wouldn't have considered a kiss either. She lifted her lids reluctantly as he pulled away, hoping she hadn't said something for him to hold back that much. Maybe...she wouldn't have minded a kiss.
At any rate, she was glad that her request was reasonable to him, her heart already a bit heavy in her chest as she lowered her eyes from him and nodded. "Good." As his arm pulled her in close she was taken off guard though, but once her cheek was against his chest Evelyn couldn't resist a giggle. He acted like such the tough sort, but it amused her that maybe he needed hugs, physical affection to make himself feel better. It was sweet. "I wasn't expecting such serious conversations over a first date." She teased, "Still, it's not a terrible ice breaker." To be honest she'd rather know these things from the beginning anyway. If there was anything she hated it was being lied to.
Evelyn lifted her head to peek up at him at his offer, slightly confused considering they had just received their coffee. "Now?" Then it occurred to her that she may have gone overboard with giving herself actual 'free time'. "Oh, I sort of cleared my schedule." Which was likely why she felt so tired having worked on rearranging things several times over the past few days but she wanted to at least try and let herself enjoy something. "Did you have somewhere else to be?" A bit embarrassed, Evelyn sat up a bit and took her glass from the counter to idly sip beside him.
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Post by Azrael on Jul 14, 2016 2:42:40 GMT
"Ahhh well you know, that's me." He responded with a chuckle, "I'm secretly just made of butter on the inside you know. But--" He gently stroked Evelyn's hair, running his hands down against her soft locks, "in my defense, you did ask."
Having seated themselves around the coffee place for the while, Azrael had thought that he might have been a little over-zealous with Evelyn's time. But it seemed that she had worked hard enough that there was no need to worry about the time. While he had only planned for a cup of coffee with the psychologist, he couldn't help but smile at the amount of effort it took for her to clear up the rest of her schedule. "Hey, that's great, I don't really have much planned after this." They could just stay here, in the coffee shop, but he felt that the amount of people made it a little too public.
"No, I don't have anything like that of the sort." He replied, he was simply here to enjoy her company, and his schedule, unlike hers, was self-planned. He only had one goal for today, to have a good time with her. "Let's go dancing." He suggested, "There's a dance class nearby, I'm interested to see how you move on your feet, Doctor Inoue." He offered his hand to lift her from the seat, then reached into his pocket, creating the currency required for the two drinks.
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Post by Evelyn Inoue on Jul 14, 2016 6:13:22 GMT
"Point taken." She admitted, unable to deny the sheer fact that she had asked. Evelyn didn't regret asking him questions however, even if they might have been a bit harsh. Even if it was a first date, she was still getting to know him regardless of what was acceptable conversation given the occasion. Hell, she didn't even really know what was acceptable conversation for dates, first or otherwise. Of course, she had considered that he might have assumed she was done with him after the coffee. Evelyn mentally scolded herself while realizing that it would have probably been better to have told him about her free time before hand, but she didn't know if he had other things to do either. She certainly wouldn't wedge herself between him and his spare time if he didn't wish to spend the rest of the day with her. Pausing in mid sip, she lowered her glass and covered her lips with her palm as she licked them. "Are you serious?" Evelyn smiled, but at her own expense really, lowering her hand from her features to show it. "I can't dance, I'm awful." That she felt she needed to admit before he was sorely disappointed, but by the offer she wondered if he was good then. It seemed rare for a guy to offer to go dancing, or at least from her minimal experience and conversations with friends with partners of their own. Nevertheless, she took his hand as he offered it to her, sliding her bag over her shoulder as she stood. "If I step on you we'll consider it punishment for my embarrassment." Evelyn posed with a bemused grin while waiting for him to lead the way. Azrael
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Post by Azrael on Jul 14, 2016 7:24:58 GMT
"It's a great experience babe. Besides, if you can fight, you'll be able to dance, movements are very similar." Azrael noted, taking her by the hand and wrapping his fingers between hers. "Ohhh, I'll be having fun at your expense if that happens." Azrael chuckled, looking at her heels, before going back to her eyes. "It'll be fun, and besides we'll be the cutest couple there." Having taken care of the bill, Azrael navigated the crowd of hipsters with her back to his car, and then promptly drove.
The dance studio was located in a fairly urban part of Innsmouth. It's rustic charm definitely exacerbated by the mottled paintjob of the buildings. Despite it's rather old looking exterior, it's interior was intricately bright, with hardwood floors and smelled of fresh wax and clean Oxfords. The majority of the people within the dance class were aged between middle-aged couples of 40s, to much older 50s and 60s, with a few couples in their 20s, John and Evelyn amongst them. The dance instructor described a basic step routine for the couples to follow, while the individual parts weren't necessary to describe, the steps themselves were designed to be non-complex.
"Are we all set then?" The instructor asked, to the murmur and general consensus of yes to everyone around them. "Alright then, turn to your partners!"
John turned to face Evelyn, his amber eyes looked down into hers, slowling closing the distance between their bodies. "All that stuff isn't too important." He whispered into her ear, "Dance... is about communicating to your dance partner through the movements of your body. Place your free hand on the back of my neck." As she did, John wrapped his left arm behind her back, resting it against her hip, his right hand gently clasped her left. "Follow my lead, look into my eyes, listen to the rhythm, we'll do great."
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Azrael began to shift with the music, he let the pressure of his arm around her waist shift to move around her body, and he turned with the guidance of his extended arm. But more importantly, he shifted against the music and accomodated her steps to move alongside his, slow at first, then escalated as the music began to lift faster and faster. "It's not so hard is it?" He stated, as they got into a rhythm that allowed for speech, "Well, I'm not wearing heels so I guess a few difficulty points on your part."
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