[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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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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[ It's hard to keep up with things when you spend a lot of time bouncing between safehouses and/or maximum security. ]
Oh, wait, I still keep up with gymnastics. I've been doing that since, pff. My whole life? Does that count?
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Callaghan clears his throat, getting some of the scotch out of it. yeah. that's the ticket.]
Well, you must be pretty good at it by now.
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Eh, I'm alright.
[ Sips her drink with her leg up by her ear like that's a thing people do all the time. ]