Manhattan - Lunar Magic
Built-in wooden shelves filled with books on various metaphysical and occult topics, and mythology, line the royal blue walls. The shelves are divided by openings to the left and right, and directly across from the entrance where the counter is.
To the right of the entrance is an area that is separated from the shop with a blue and white beaded curtain. Behind the curtain is a seating area, focused around a large round table that is covered with a white crocheted cloth. Atop the table is a small crystal ball, around which a pattern of tarot cards can typically be found. Surrounding the table are several antique armchairs, and a deep blue Victorian style couch. Against the wall are a few shorter bookshelves with various crystals and items.
To the left of the entrance is a vastly open area. Several glass counters can be found, housing silver and pewter jewelry, decorated with a variety of stones and crystals. The window display for the shop can also be found here, a more traditional "occult" set up, with pewter chalices, glass skulls, and crystal balls.
Directly across from the entrance is a wooden counter that holds an old fashioned, non-digital cash register. The wall behind the counter is a small shelf filled with jars of odd-colored powders, tinctures, and clear, labeled jars stuffed with every herb and contorted root imaginable. The front of the counter is typically strewn with fliers for events going on in the city, as well as events and sales going on in the shop.
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| Mikayla Kadestra | Quintin Bruning |
Heatwaves are annoying. No air conditioning, but for a small unit in the window upstairs. Fans going constantly in the shop. The door wide open. It's hard to get a good breeze coming through where they're located. Dressed in a halter-apron top, with a pair of black cut-off shorts, and barefoot, Mikayla is just sweeping the shop to prepare it for close.
"No, Bunica. We've had no customers for the last hour. Closing fifteen minutes early isn't bad for business." This is called upstairs as she passes. Her grandmother went to lay down an hour ago due to the heat. Kay would like nothing more than a siesta herself at this point. Warm weather is beautiful if she could be outside enjoying it in the park. Trying to build a business is sometimes a pain, and less legitimate ways to make money filter through her mind.
"You keep my next pay, Bunica. We'll get a better air conditioner." Move the smaller one down to the shop. Install the better one upstairs.
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He's put this off long enough. The delay has been for good reason but after accidentally flashing his scars for his friends to see not long ago he's decided that anything that can help is beneficial. The football star of Columbia ditches his teammates, friends and roommate long enough to make his way to the shop that just might carry something for him.
Quintin stands outside the shop with the business card in hand. He compares the address and the name, second guessing himself for no good reason. The heat of the full moon is passed and he highly doubts that he'll run into a naked woman inside. Still there's a reservation to the werewolf. After mentally kicking himself he decides to just up and walk in, like a man.
What he finds is not a naked woman, but she still looks good. Chance would likely approve. He also mentally kicks himself for that thought.
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Hearing someone enter the shop actually startles Mikayla. Spinning around with the broom held across her chest like a weapon she looks ready to strike. Spotting Quintin causes her to laugh and drop the broom. Racing forward, she launches herself at him. Arms are thrown around him with a tight hugging squeeze before she draws back to smile at him.
"I thought you had forgotten me, sufletel!"
She hardly appears embarrassed by her actions. Instead she turns and bends over to pick up the broom before she faces him again.
"I was about to close. But please come in!"
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The broom and fighting stance almost make him wonder if he should have actually entered the shop. Sure, he's seen her naked, but he at least thought that he had been a proper gentlemen. Or as close to it as he could have been, especially considering the circumstances. A sigh nearly escapes as he watches her come at him. Quin opens his arms and accepts the hug, even going as far as to lift her ever so slightly into the air. Sure, there are certain feelings involved in being around a female of his kind, but she's a friend and one who can understand him. He's not going to be anything but his best.
"I'm sorry I came so late. I haven't had much sleep this week." He's hoping that she may understand why. Either that or she's managed to catch some sleep of her own. "And then I had two practices today." When she welcomes him in, the male wolf looks around the store. It is an interesting shop. "Thanks for letting me come in this close to closing." He looks to the broom. "I can help you with closing if you'd like."
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"You work your body too hard." Mikayla does understand though. She had very little sleep before the holiday. Thankfully her grandmother didn't want to open the shop and let her sleep all day. "You are lucky the day after was the holiday." With the lack of sleep mixed with that she's surprised he's standing.
"You are welcome here any time. Even if we are closed." Pointing at the ceiling above her Kay grins. "I live upstairs. There is a doorbell outside that rings there."
Is she ashamed that she lives over a shop? Not really. She's lived in worse places when she was on her own.
"I have the cream I was telling you about. Follow me." Crooking her pointer finger at him as she looks at him over her shoulder she winks.
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If only she knew. The man nearly blushes at her comments. "I didn't really get to sleep much on the holiday, either." If that isn't a long story he doesn't know what is. "I probably wasn't the best company but I tried to keep my plans. Next time I'll just need to be fashionably late." Something of that nature anyway.
Quintin looks outside and then up at the ceiling. "This must be a pretty nice place to live." He doesn't mind if the apartment is above a shop or not. "It seems like it's close to enough things that you don't really have to go far unless you just feel like it." Which he seems to feel like doing often. "You're welcome at my place, too. I have a roommate, though. He's a nice guy but I can't promise that he wouldn't be trying to get you into bed with him." He might not, but Quin isn't one to stop that sort of thing if it happens.
"You remembered." This brings a smile to his face. "I was hoping I could pick that up before I left town."
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"Yes. You need your sleep." Mikayla knows that she needs more sleep closer to the full moon. She gets antsy and restless. She needs to change more frequently around then too.
"It would be nicer if it was cooler. Bunica…" Kay glances upstairs and sighs. "Grandmother and I share a living space. That is why I'm usually down here even when the shop is closed. I got her an air conditioner but not one for the shop yet. It's the next thing I am buying."
That she's welcome at his place is a surprise and it shows on her face. A soft smile. A nod. "I will keep that in mind." Either the visiting him whenever or his roomate being a playboy.
"Of course I remembered. Are you leaving the city already?"
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Yes, he does. They likely all do. "I'll be better with it for the next one. I just hate breaking plans, even if it's due to bad planning on my behalf." He'll have to do better with planning.
"Bunica is your grandmother? Is that her name or a name for grandmother?" He doesn't even remember his grandparents let alone what he called them. "I don't know why it's so hot lately. Air conditioning is a wise investment. I think I'd catch fire if I didn't have it."
Something did catch her by surprise but she's smiling. Quin enjoys seeing the smile. It's better than her being on edge around him. "Oh, it's just a trip out of town. We have a game in Vegas so we thought that we'd hang out there for a few days. We being the team, that is." He's not even sure if she knows what he's talking about but he'll explain as he has to. "Just long enough to realize just how hot Vegas can be."
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Kay laughs again, reaching up to pull her hair into a side ponytail. Setting it over her shoulder she gives him a more sheepish smile. "Bunica is the Romanian word for grandmother. It's very close to her name though. Jenica."
The mention of the heat makes her scrunch her nose and wiggle it a little. "Heatwave. Global warming. El Nina. I think the pavement is going to melt at this rate."
Rather than slipping behind the counter Kay hops up onto it and swings her legs over to the other side. Dropping down she crouches for a moment. Opening a drawer she pulls out the cream.
"That sounds like fun. I love Vegas."
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Bunica. He'll need to remember this. "Well, will your bunica be upset that I'm here so close to closing? I don't want to anger her." Any parental figure, including grandparents, are never fun to anger. Besides, he figures this to be her shop and it would be uncomfortable to have her dislike him.
He's about to say one thing, but then gets side tracked by her comment on Vegas. Quin can't help but laugh. "Okay, so you hate the heat but you like Vegas? Have you actually been to Vegas before?" He's keeping the conversation upbeat and the smile is nearly implanted on his face. "I'm almost fearing it will be too loud and, well, obnoxious for my tastes. I'd hate to be the only one to not stay though."
He can't help but watch her as she moves. To say that he's not attracted to her would be a lie. He did however kiss a different female. That practically means marriage in his eyes, even if the other doesn't feel the same way.
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"Why would she be upset? You are my friend. You are a potential customer. I see that as a good thing." Mikayla doesn't want to explain that she takes care of everything for the shop. Her grandmother just makes the creams and jewelry.
"Vegas has deserts. Plenty of room to run without worrying about hurting anyone." There's a thoughtful look on her face. "I lived there for six months." It was a good place to stay and make a decent amount of cash. Both legally as a waitress, and on the casino floor.
"I'd come with you if I could."
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He's her friend. This causes his smile to soften as he reflects on that. This is the first real werewolf friend that he's made. It feels good, and in more than one way. "I never really know when people will be upset if I'm around or not. It's not like I'm good at the whole social interaction thing." Especially with parents.
What Mikayla has to say is very fascinating to him. He does that typical Quin thing where he internalizes everything, having a conversation with himself mentally. "I never thought about the deserts there like that." It could be interesting. More interesting is that she lived there for six months.
"This is going to sound completely crazy, and please don't help me." It's surprising how comfortable he looks while he talks about this. He's even surprising himself. "Do you want to come with me? You don't have to be there for the game if you don't want to. I wouldn't mind the company for the rest of the time, and I honestly don't think I want to be around my teammates for it all."
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He is her friend. Mikayla's first real friend in the city. No matter how odd the situation in which they met. "Grandmother would be happy that I have a friend." Not so okay with the werewolf part. Jenica will get over it. She's gotten over Kay's affliction.
"No? Coyotes run in them all the time. You need space to run. To run often. It burns off excess energy." She's found out by trial and error.
"Da!"
"I mean yes! I will go to your game and cheer." Not with pompoms but she'd be in the stands at least. "Your team won't mind?"
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He still likes hearing that he's her friend. "Well, I'd introduce you eventually to my family, but I don't really have any." This isn't said with any sort of depressive tone; he's rather used to being alone at this point. He doesn't really go around advertising what he is so he's hoping he could keep it from her grandmother.
The look that she gets from him is one of confusion and then embarrassment. "I should have thought of that." A hand moves to rub at the back of his neck as he looks down. "I don't really do that often. Once a month. That could be why I'm usually high strung and angry as hell." At least today he has that lovely gift from Shiv with him. He'll not be forgetting that again.
Did he just hear her correctly? Quin considers it before anything. "Really? You'll go?" Suddenly this trip doesn't seem so bad. "I don't really care what they think." That's mostly true. "But I'm sure that they won't mind. Many are bringing their girlfriends, or are planning on hooking up while they're out there. I'd just have to keep them understanding that you're not there to entertain them."
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"You could introduce me to someone." Mikayla pulls out a business card. Pointing to a name she says, "Blake Jessup. He is the head of your Pack?" Cocking her head to the right she frowns. "I don't know the veracity of the name. It was given to me by a vampire."
She has noted that Quintin looks cute when he's embarrassed. "I learned early on to go once a week. Harder to do in the city." Harder to do when she's living with her grandmother. "Too many buildings." Getting out to the country would be difficult. Westchester alone is an hour away.
"Yes, I'll go. I will make arrangements with grandmother." Not that she needs to, but she at least needs to tell her bunica that she'll need to watch the store for a few days. "Let me know the information, and I'll be there."
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That request throws him off and he immediately becomes suspicious. "You spoke with Blake?" It isn't impossible he just finds the odds rather low. Quin looks at the business card and studies it for a bit. "Where did you get that card?" He doesn't sound rather confident in it. "I don't recognize the writing, either. I have no idea who you spoke with, but I do know who Blake is. He is the leader of the Pack." Despite the fact that this deeply concerns him he won't let on to that bit of it.
"See, where were you while I was going through high school? That type of advice would have been helpful." It's more upbeat than a serious statement although he does feel rather foolish. Here he's been avoiding it all as much as possible and that could be part of his problem. It's probably a good thing he isn't telepathic or else he might embarrass himself right out of the shop.
"Do you have pen and paper around?" Yes, he's the type to have the information memorized at this point. "I can try to book you a seat on the same plane as I am and let you know, but I doubt it'll be a problem. And I already have a room secured with the hotel." He requested a room with two beds figuring that a teammate would be bunking with him but that fell through.
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"The name was given to me by a vampire. She insisted that I contact Blake if there was a problem." Mikayla's still not sure what problem that could be. She's been fine on her own for three years, and it seems foolish to get involved with a Pack that might have laws or rules she doesn't want to follow. "She gave me this number too." Pointing to the one for Dunlop-Browning Securities. "If the first is legit, you should copy the second in case you need it."
Where was she when he was in high school? "I was in Romania. That is where I became as I am. Three years ago." He's been a wolf longer than she has, but Kay had to live on her own almost immediately afterward with no help. She knows what she needs to do to survive.
Reaching under the counter she retrieves a notepad and a pen. "I will give you money for the flight then."
She's not forgotten the cream, just got sidetracked a little with the thought of being invited along.
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He waits until he has the pen and paper before he does anything. A small scrap of paper is torn free and he copies down the information on the card. It's easier that way so he doesn't have to react to the fact it came from a vampire. "I'll look into it." He means that literally. "In the meantime, if you feel you need to contact anyone, just call me? I doubt that number leads to that name." Pause. "It's probably an answering service or something." He'll have to see exactly what is going on.
The fact that she takes his comment so seriously amuses him, bringing back the smile that the mention of vampire made vanish. "I've been in New York my entire life. I think you could probably show me a thing or two. Some nice places." Is he flirting with her? He honestly can't tell, but he doesn't mind.
The flight information is written down, including flight numbers. "You don't have to. Really, you'd be doing me a favor going." He can borrow a bit from his savings and replenish after the trip. The job helps with that. "But I'll at least book everything before we talk about too many details like that." Hopefully she'll forget to bring it back up.
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"I promise I will call you first." Sliding her cell phone across the counter she nods. "I have your number." He did give it to her in the alleyway. Mikayla smiles at him. "I appreciate your looking into it. While the name is correct, the rest of the information could still be wrong." She's not going to risk it. Right now she doesn't want or need a Pack.
"I've been all over the world. I could show you some very nice places." Hopping back onto the counter, she dangles her foot beside him. Teasing it up his leg she holds out the cream. "Do you want me to show you how to use it?"
Kay is about to argue with him in regards to the money. She'd likely be able to get a full refund by using what she learned when she was on her own. "Please tell me how much it all costs. You shouldn't have to pay for it all."
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He doesn't actually have a job as a protector but it feels good to know that people are willing to call him. "Well, that's just it. Calling on an Alpha might make them pressure you to make a decision. I personally don't care if you're a member of the Pack or not. I'm sure it'll all be fine." That's not going to stop him from calling. So curious.
Ahem. He's nearly blushing again. To note, however, he's not resisting the touches given by her foot. "And here I almost forgot about that," he manages to say. Quin's just never been good in these situations. "Is there any special trick to it or anything?" He's not dismissing her offer in the least. "I can't say I'm familiar with 'creams'." At least not after his other wounds healed.
"I tell you what." He reaches out to take the cream with a grin. "I'll make plans and I'll let you know what it costs. You can decide from there." He's also not going to stop Kay. She seems like a woman who knows exactly what she wants. Much like other women he knows, in fact. "And if the trip goes well, we can consider others eventually."
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"I hadn't thought that." Mikayla's not big on the whole political side of things and being forced into a group of strangers isn't a good thing. "I'm sure it will." Whether she should or not she's trusting him. He's got a whole aura of trust around him.
"I did not forget about it. I promised it to you and I would never forget to give it to you." There's a sly smile tugging at her lips. Setting her hand to his chest she shakes her head. "Nothing special." She'd just enjoy showing him how to use it. "I can show you the proper amount if you'd like."
He gets a nod. "But I've already decided. You invited. I'm going." Kay's smile brightens at the mention of considering others. "You should. There is nothing like running in the Black Forest in Germany."
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His name really should mean 'Aura of Trust'. He's never been anything but that way. His parents hopefully would be proud. Still, the idea of a cream is foreign to him. He doesn't fully understand any devious plans she might have. What Quin does know is how it feels to have her touch his chest. Were it any other female he'd probably move away, especially knowing that she's aware of what is under that shirt.
"Uh, yeah." He's trying very hard not to appear nervous, or like a school boy being close to a woman for the first time. "I'd like that. If you don't mind."
Now he actually has to think back to his school lessons. It isn't as if he's thought of Germany in a long, long time. "I can honestly say I've never done anything quite like that." What does a black forest look like anyway? He'll have to look into that. "It has to be better than the city that never sleeps."
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"I don't mind in the least."
Since he's got the cream now Mikayla's hands are free to pull up his shirt a little. "You may want to take this off." Shifting her weight until she's kneeling on the counter she works the shirt over his head. "Less chance of the cream sticking to your shirt before the body absorbs it."
That would be part one.
Actually getting a good look at the scars again Kay can't help but trace them gently. Looking up at his face, she smiles.
"Next you open the cream." Taking it back from him she proceeds to open it up. "Scoop up about the size of a quarter." She shows him with her index and middle finger.
Without warning she begins to rub cream into his chest. It won't feel as cool as it would coming from someone else because her hand is warm.
"Not many people have. It's far better than the city."
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Admiral Ackbar! Admiral Ackbar!
Before he knows it, his shirt is off and he's standing before her. This has to look interesting. There's a small tingling sensation in the back of his mind that he should just run away, fast. The majority of him wants to stay close to her. What Quintin is trying to figure out is how he really feels, and what is being ruled by his hormones.
Her touch is far from cool but at the same time it's rather comforting in a way. It's not often that he can be so close with someone. He swallows hard as he watches her trying to figure out exactly what is going on in that mind of his. Before he can do that she's applying the cream. He really is paying attention to what she says, but he's also paying attention to every other detail about Kay.
"And I don't suppose you can just do this for me all the time?" It comes out before he realizes it and he's mentally groaning. It just sounds lame. "Well then," he says, changing the subject. "It would be great to visit."
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"If you really want me to."
Mikayla continues to softly rub the cream in until his skin starts to absorb it. "You should do this after you shower and before bed." She really will help him if he wants her to. She doubts he'll want her to though. "I would give it about another minute before putting a shirt on. To ensure it gets full absorption."
Kay loves the way all the various herbs smell together in this cream. The lavender. The rosehips. Calendula flowers.
"The shea butter will help moisturize the skin. The rest will help to reinvigorate the skin and reduce the scarring." It's not a hundred percent guarantee that the scar will completely disappear. It's an old scar. But it should lessen it enough so that it's not noticed as much.
"It would be. One day you will go."
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Honestly, all he smells is stuff. It doesn't smell bad, especially considering his fondness for candles. Despite the pleasant smell he'll never be able to place everything. For a moment he closes his eyes and allows himself to enjoy what is going on. If she were to keep this up he might consider asking her over every night. "Don't tempt me to keep you on speed dial." There are worse things, are there not?
"After I shower, and before bed." He repeats it to show that he's paying attention while he also considers it. At those points he won't have to worry about anyone seeing him use moisturizer. Despite everything he's still a man.
Quin opens his eyes and watches her. "Thank you. For the lesson."
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"Would it be such a temptation to keep me on speed dial?" Mikayla winks at him. Slowly, she removes her hand from his chest. "You are most welcome for the lesson. You can put your shirt back on now."
See? It's not like Kay wants to keep him half clothed in the shop. She's not pushing him. Not trying to make him feel too uncomfortable.
"If you have questions you can call me whenever you like." Her phone is never far from her. Also something she learned in her time alone. It's foolish not to go to bed with a weapon or at least a fully charged cell phone.
Even if it's a burner phone.
"Can I help you with anything else?" Her smile is light and playful. Flirty. She's definitely not rushing him out of the shop. Kay really just wants to ensure that he doesn't need anything else shopping-wise before she closes the till.
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"Mmhrm." He agrees before he even realizes it and this time his cheeks do redden ever slightly. "Yeah, um, I'll just pretend that I didn't say that." Hopefully she does the same thing. He really doesn't know how much he can face her if he lets himself say or do too much that could be considered leading her on. It isn't that she isn't tempting; it's just that he's constantly insecure.
Once she gives the all clear Quintin immediately puts his shirt back on. He shouldn't be letting himself get too close to her. He could get far too used to it. "How much do I owe you for this?" They never did discuss that little bit of detail.
Her question, almost offer, brings him pause. "I've already come in at closing time. I'd hate to take up any more of your time." Despite his words he makes no effort to leave right away, or to even move away from her. He's lingering. He'll kick himself for it later.
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Mikayla chuckles and reaches up to touch his face. "You are very cute when you blush, sufletel." Still kneeling on the counter she makes no further move toward him. She makes no further move away from him either though. "You don't need to pretend things with me. I like when you speak your mind." It shows that he's got a bit of free spirit in him despite being so closed off normally.
"Don't worry about it. You're a friend, da? Consider it a gift." Kay can hardly charge him for it when he seemed to really want it.
"I'm off the clock as they say." Patting the counter she invites him to come sit with her. "It is not taking up my time if I invite you."
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It just seems a bit much to him, but not necessarily in a bad way. He's avoided female contact for most of his life, minus the whole kitchen experience. He doesn't want to be one of those guys; the ones that are labeled as players and women haters. He's so far from it, but he is really enjoying the company.
"Thank you." It isn't clear to which statement Quin is thanking her for. He considers the offer for a moment before eventually hopping up on the counter. "I can't stay too long. I have to get home before work." It's a sad reality because he's having such a good time here.
Even if he is sitting a little too close to her. "It's kind of refreshing having met you." He doesn't elaborate.
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"You're welcome."
Mikayla is lucky that her grandmother is adamant that she close her shop by six. It has more to do with superstitious nonsense, and knowledge that things that go bump in the night in her old stories are real than it has to do with any desire to close too early. "I won't make you late for work."
There's a cocking of her head again. Kay touches his shoulder in a friendly manner. "I'll tell you what. You came to see me at work. If you help me close up, I'll come visit you at work."
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This is different than exploding kitchens and waterlogged boats. It doesn't mean that the other experiences were bad; it's merely different. This is something that he could get used to. Even as reserved as he is around her, he can be a little bit more himself due to her understanding of what it's like.
"That sounds like a fair trade. Although I don't know how much you'd like hanging out in a bar." Quintin looks over at Kay, not blushing at the touch this time. "Tell me what you'd like me to do."
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There are so many different answers to what she'd like him to do that it makes Mikayla far more quiet than she's likely been with him up until that point. There's the possibility of a blush just forming on her cheeks.
"Keep me company while I close the till," is what she finally ends up saying. Not what she ends up thinking but what she ends up saying.
"Bars are generally noisy. As I can't change as often as I want to… dancing is another good expenditure of energy."
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It really truly is a good thing that he's not telepathic. He'd blush and likely run right out of the door. As it stands, no matter what he suspects, he has only the belief that everything is as PG as he normally is. Quin just might have a lack of imagination at this point. Or he's forcing himself to.
"I can keep you company."
He honestly should specify. "Well, if you like dancing, there's usually plenty of that." He may be a bouncer but even he knows he won't have to look out for her as he would some others. "You might just find some handsome young man and be swept off of your feet."
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"I love dancing." Not in the typical sense. Mikayla knows dances from all over but she can fit very well into the club scene when she needs to. It was a great place to pickpocket when she had to.
"I also love that you'll keep me company." Twisting around so that her bare feet brush against his leg before she hops behind the counter, she grins at him.
"Ah! But maybe I've already found Prince Charming." With a wink Kay turns herself toward the old fashioned register and begins to count the day's earnings while she lets that sink in.
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"I'll keep you company any time you'd like." He's not really caught on to what is going on, not just yet. "Although not likely while dancing. I don't do it often and I don't do it well." He's said this before, but this time he's not betraying any secrets.
He's about to keep going on that tangent when it does actually sink in. Quin looks at Kay, watching her in silence as she counts the till. "Really then?" He can almost play this game, but not nearly as smoothly as she apparently can. "I'll have to meet him okay, make sure he treats you right."
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"I think he treats me alright as is." Mikayla doesn't stop counting the till as she talks. It's easy enough to do. She's always been decent with money so it's not like she's going to lose count.
"I won't ask you to do anything you're not comfortable with. If you're not into dancing that's fine." She may push him when he's not working. To at least try dancing with her once. In Vegas. No one but his teammates will know him there.
Finally looking up at him she smiles. "I think you'll meet him some day."
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It's funny that she says that considering that he hasn't been comfortable with most of their interactions, in one way or another. He would point that out but he doesn't want to actually say how much of a prude that he sounds like. "I guess that we never know what could happen."
Those words couldn't be more accurate according to the way that his life has been. In the course of just a few weeks everything has changed. He's almost confused at this point. Is he flirting, or has he wound up in the Friend Zone again? Women are so difficult to figure out. "I'll see just how much I like him. I'm hard to please." He's going with friendly banter for now.
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"No, I guess we don't." Mikayla turns back to the money. Once it's counted and tallied, she tosses it into a deposit bag to bring up to her grandmother. She will have to change if she's going to a club.
"So am I, sufletel, but I am certain you will like him very much." Once he realizes that she's actually flirting with him.
"Now you stay here and guard the store so I don't need to lock it while I run up and change. Then we can be on our way."
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He thinks she's flirting with him. He won't lie; he hopes that she's flirting with him. There's a large pang of guilt over this very fact. He's not really seeing anyone, but he is seeing where things go with Jenna. Although his roommate does seem to be progressing better in that department.
"Probably not nearly as much as the person counting the money." It's true that he often time overly internalizes and is hard on himself. He's trying to flirt, but he doesn't do it that often. "And I'll guard this place with my life." He offers a soft smile through his almost overly dramatic tone. Although there will be no vampires in the store this evening.
No, this will be a good evening.
