[oh, he's gotten used to that kind of look. and kind of just shakes his head...smiling broadly] Pleasant company excluded. At this rate, I'm going to get too comfortable with you.
[yeah, he kind of asked for that, didn't he. but he laughs a bit again, and reaches to put his arm around her]
I still don't know what you think you're going to get out of this. Well, I have an idea, but I just hope you're not expecting anything life-shattering.
[ What. What. Is this really happening? Hahaha yessss ]
I'm sure you're still good with your hands.
[ So kissing is on the table, right? It's gotta be, he wouldn't be entertaining the line of thought unless he at least wanted to kiss her, right? It better be fine, because it's happening now. ]
[well that moved quickly but in hindsight he should know by now that if you give Harley an inch
well
yeah.
there seems to be a bit of surprise, which cuts off what could/would have been his response. he's not quite stiff, but he doesn't seem quite certain of how to respond, here, a bit of color in his face when she moves away.]
...huh.
[ain't he verbose, reaching up to touch his lips as if to assure himself that yes, that did just happen]
[rude, Harley. but okay he might have deserved that. or did he? he doesn't know, he's really out of his element, here, but at least he has a pretty good idea of what he's supposed to do next.
he'll just be
closing
that distance
and yes he's out of practice but it's only so difficult to mess this sort of thing up when you're being pretty light and gentle in the first place. it's almost sweet, really.]
[that's probably best, if his behavior so far is any indication. but he seems to be responding well enough to this, lightly touching her cheek with one hand
and with his other, he makes a dismissive gesture in the direction of the voice. mind your own business]
[Robert is now the envy of everyone at the bar. positionwise, at least, because frankly everyone and their brother who's noticed is convinced that A) they'd be much more impressive B) they wouldn't have waited nearly as long to 'concede' to makeout
oh god he really is making out with Harley isn't he.
he does not freak out. he does, however, make a confused little 'hnh?' as that tongue slips in, fingers curling against her cheek. he automatically parts to let it in, brushing his own against it.
distantly, the thought of her having a nice taste flitters through his mind]
[ Well, she tastes like scotch at the moment, so that could be why.
She makes a small hum of encouragement as their tongues touch and she continues exploring his mouth. Softly. Slowly. But most important of all, thoroughly. Her fingers tangle in his hair and the other hand clutches his shirt, holding him close.
When she does pull away, it's with a slow drag of teeth over his lower lip, and she's still close enough that her lips brush his when she speaks. ]
You kiss by the book.
[ What's up, casual Shakespeare reference. The ultimate hookup line. ]
[getting drunk on Harley is probably not the best of ideas, but he is loosening up. it could be the alcohol, it could simply getting used to the kiss, but there's a slow relaxation and stroking of her cheek as he lets her lead. he responds, but it's more to allow her what access she's after and to make few curious probes of his own.
by the time she pulls away, it goes without saying he's a bit flushed. that.
was a thing.
and all he can think of is to make a small amused sound, lips quirking upwards in a smile]
[Robert himself lets his free hand come to a rest by her hip, chuckling good-naturedly as he gives her a small nuzzle.] I prefer kabuki, but I'm no stranger to his work on stage.
[he gives her cheek a small pat, then begins to pull his hands away, glancing towards the rest of the bar. they may be at the end corner, but they're still in public, for god's sake, and even if he's getting more comfortable...there's still a degree of awkwardness that can only be suppressed for so long.
especially since he's still trying to figure out what that comfort means. he's quite certain Harley isn't a Juliet, at least.]
[ One of the patrons is giving him a double thumbs up. Yeeeaaaah, bro!
She lets go of him, a little reluctant, but stays close. ]
My personal preference is actually Commedia dell'arte. Kabuki is the one with the, uh ... That real intense make up, right? I've never actually seen it.
he rubs at his face, reaching for his scotch, and very aware that he's only had so much of it.] Make up, postures, and depending on the theater, some very interesting technical tricks. I don't think I've seen Commedia, so we're even, there.
[ She shrugs and leans against the bar, idly running her fingers around the rim of her glass. ]
It's not for everyone. Stock characters, slapstick... Real simple stuff. Those Punch and Judy puppet shows came from those roots.
[ It's weird talking about, like, smart people stuff. When was the last time... ? And who wants to talk about different theatre styles when they could be making out! What the freaking heck, Robert Callaghan? ]
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Really? You promise?
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I still don't know what you think you're going to get out of this. Well, I have an idea, but I just hope you're not expecting anything life-shattering.
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I've told you, I just think it would be a good time.
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Only if you're willing to put up with someone extremely out of practice.
[and willingly continued the conversation trail. on his first scotch.]
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I'm sure you're still good with your hands.
[ So kissing is on the table, right? It's gotta be, he wouldn't be entertaining the line of thought unless he at least wanted to kiss her, right? It better be fine, because it's happening now. ]
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well
yeah.
there seems to be a bit of surprise, which cuts off what could/would have been his response. he's not quite stiff, but he doesn't seem quite certain of how to respond, here, a bit of color in his face when she moves away.]
...huh.
[ain't he verbose, reaching up to touch his lips as if to assure himself that yes, that did just happen]
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Hello? You okay?
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I'm fine. I just- remember what I said about it having been a while?
[meanwhile, the bartender just facepalms]
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No kidding! Do you need a walk through?
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fuck it, yolo]How about another try?
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[ She leans in and stops just short of contact. If he wants it, he'll have to come and get it. ]
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he'll just be
closing
that distance
and yes he's out of practice but it's only so difficult to mess this sort of thing up when you're being pretty light and gentle in the first place. it's almost sweet, really.]
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Her fingers curl lightly against the front of his shirt, and she slides one hand up to rest on the back of his neck. Don't run away.
Someone in the bar cheers "Yeah!" ]
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and with his other, he makes a dismissive gesture in the direction of the voice. mind your own business]
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The bartender is so proud of you, Robert. ]
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oh god he really is making out with Harley isn't he.
he does not freak out. he does, however, make a confused little 'hnh?' as that tongue slips in, fingers curling against her cheek. he automatically parts to let it in, brushing his own against it.
distantly, the thought of her having a nice taste flitters through his mind]
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She makes a small hum of encouragement as their tongues touch and she continues exploring his mouth. Softly. Slowly. But most important of all, thoroughly. Her fingers tangle in his hair and the other hand clutches his shirt, holding him close.
When she does pull away, it's with a slow drag of teeth over his lower lip, and she's still close enough that her lips brush his when she speaks. ]
You kiss by the book.
[ What's up, casual Shakespeare reference. The ultimate hookup line. ]
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by the time she pulls away, it goes without saying he's a bit flushed. that.
was a thing.
and all he can think of is to make a small amused sound, lips quirking upwards in a smile]
Didn't know you read the Bard.
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Caught that, huh?
[ She gives him another kiss, soft and sweet, where the corner of his mouth turns up. ]
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[he gives her cheek a small pat, then begins to pull his hands away, glancing towards the rest of the bar. they may be at the end corner, but they're still in public, for god's sake, and even if he's getting more comfortable...there's still a degree of awkwardness that can only be suppressed for so long.
especially since he's still trying to figure out what that comfort means. he's quite certain Harley isn't a Juliet, at least.]
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She lets go of him, a little reluctant, but stays close. ]
My personal preference is actually Commedia dell'arte. Kabuki is the one with the, uh ... That real intense make up, right? I've never actually seen it.
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he rubs at his face, reaching for his scotch, and very aware that he's only had so much of it.] Make up, postures, and depending on the theater, some very interesting technical tricks. I don't think I've seen Commedia, so we're even, there.
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It's not for everyone. Stock characters, slapstick... Real simple stuff. Those Punch and Judy puppet shows came from those roots.
[ It's weird talking about, like, smart people stuff. When was the last time... ? And who wants to talk about different theatre styles when they could be making out! What the freaking heck, Robert Callaghan? ]
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for a certain definition thereof. Robert takes a long sip, letting the liquor sit in his mouth before finally swallowing]
I'm not surprised you like comedies. Any other hobbies I should know about?
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