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Hey y'all, quick lil life update. I've not been feeling well so I'm going to several doctors to try and figure out what's wrong. Activity will be slower for a little while, but I don't intend to drop any threads I currently have! I will get to them, I promise. If you want to drop something you have with me I'll understand, just let me know.

I should be around this weekend to work on drafts. I currently have 10, so all of them should get posted by next week. Thanks for your patience with me and I promise I can't wait to be fully back to write regularly again!

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When she came out to the bar tonight, she had every intention of leaving alone. Meeting this charming stranger hadn't quite thrown a wrench in her plans, but if anyone would... it'd be him. His eyes were enchanting and there was an air about him she wouldn't quite be able to identify. It wasn't obvious, but there was a familiarity about him that strung the wrong chords. It was comfortable, she never second guessed taking the offer of his arm and following along as if she'd known him a thousand years. And then, it was strange, the sensation that glided so easily down her spine as he spoke to her.

Georgia would glance at the stranger as they closed the space between them and the intended space that would, apparently, be much better for her. Away from the culprit that all but ruined her night. This was all too easy for him, Georgia was led along in a smooth turn of events that were extremely unlike her.

"See, normally it would be considered in polite manners to offer your name to the person you approach. An introduction, which is deemed appropriate. This makes me suspect you're playing games, or have every intention of giving me a false name. So, what is it... hmm?" She arched a single brow his way, indicative of her newly found suspicion of the handsome man who seemingly fell out of the sky -- or popped up from below -- right in front of her. Materializing just as she needed a nice face to look at, a nice voice to wrap its words around her.

"But, fine . I'll play along. I'm Georgia..." She would settle against the side of the rich velvet seat of the booth he'd led them to. Her gaze dropped over his frame -- slowly, down, then up. She made no move to hide it, either. Then, Georgia lowered herself onto the seat and waited for him to either do the same, or leave.

Up close he understands what had appealed to the bleeder. Pretty is pretty but there was something he couldn't quite put a name to behind her eyes. Even has his charm washed over her there was something clever, searching. It was going to be fun watching realization dawn upon them later. Ciaran never shows his hand this early.

Her flirtation is a treat, likely brought on by the molten nature of his hell given allure but he responds to it anyway. "Lovely, it'd be most pleasant to keep your company," he smiles, a soft line not nearly as vulpine as it would usually be. His hand lifts to the place hers brushes his arm and covers it gently, allowing him to walk her to the lounge quite gentlemanly as if he were truly her escort for the evening. This too is a pretty picture, one he's sure everyone around them notices.

By the time they arrive in the other room he's remiss to release her— drawn by her interest— but their contact should be her doing. Choice is the illusion that must remain with her until the very end. He sits beside her on plush cornered sofa, half a sheer curtain away from the open area of the lounge, creating a sense of privacy that doesn't truly exist in a place with this many unearthly eyes. They still have full view of everything around them but he intends to hold her interest regardless.

"My name for your name, love," He speaks like a conspirator. The blue of his eyes shift colour in low light as if to say this is their slice of time and space and there is nothing in this room that matters more to him than her. He immediately glances around, as if they're to share a secret. Ciaran leans toward her, "Lady's first."

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Evan had always known that his kid sister was close to Stella. That tended to happen, when he'd known Stella most of his life. When she was little, Georgia would follow them around and Stella wouldn't tell her no, even if Evan did. As they got older, and despite having a sister of her own, Georgia gravitated more and more towards Stella. He just didn't want to admit that maybe his girlfriend had a closer relationship with his own sister.

"Baby, everything you wear is fabulous. You're even better when you don't wear the thing." He wiggled his brows, but even he knew and realized that his lines were getting cheesier the more tired he got. "I should quit while I'm ahead, huh?" He'd chuckle, roll his eyes at himself, then fell dramatically against her again. "Yea please, I'm starving. I think I got the steak but I can't remember the details. What did you get?" So he could maybe steal a bite of hers -- and he might consider sharing his. "You didn't get the quinoa stuff did you?"

What Evan didn't know was all the texts Stella and Georgia had been sending each other. This guy was special, he was different, and she thought Evan would like him and approve. But she kept her mouth shut, letting him make his own assumptions. He wasn't wrong per se, there had been a pattern in the past. But this guy didn't seem to be the same. If nothing else, again she wouldn't tell Evan, the sex was better.

"I appreciate the attempt to be a gentleman, but this time your baser instincts were correct. It is going to be something I wear. What exactly, I don't know. I haven't bought it yet, but it'll be fabulous. That is for certain." She said, pushing up the armrest so they could lay closer together and more comfortably. Stella was no stranger to first class, but it was something she'd never take for granted. "Want me to wake you up when the meal comes? I know we already made our selections. What did you choose?" She asked quietly, taking a sip of her drink. The sky outside their window was pretty, blues getting darker as they flew into the night.

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There was a lot of trust that built quickly between them -- from her helping with Sprocket, to actually talking about and making plans to go to the types of clubs where public intimacy was celebrated. He was rapidly becoming her one, her only, and it wouldn't be long until Georgia would realize the intensity of the feelings that were building up.

The moment he moved down her body, Georgia's breath hitched unevenly and the hand that pressed into the bed trembled. Her long legs were pulled up, feet planting onto the mattress as one knee fell to the side a little more -- parting her thighs a little wider for him. A little sigh left her lips, fingers running through his hair as those pointy nails of hers scraped over his scalp. His tongue on her felt incredible, something she whispered into his ears over and over the last few weeks. She couldn't help herself, her hips gently rolled up as his tongue pressed up her slit. Little moans spilled from those tiers, but they only got louder the longer he ravaged her.

"Haha, does he? A real chatterbox, that dog is." Kirk laughed quietly. It was sweet how much Georgia doted on his dog Sprocket. Watching her take him on walks everyday was not only incredibly adorable to watch but it was also very helpful for him, since he often couldn't get away from work as early as she could. It gave him some hope and excitement for the future. He didn't know if Georgia and himself would go the distance but it gave him little visions of what could be.

"Of course I will. I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you. I want you to have a good time." He said sincerely. Things like this were only fun if they were both having a good time. At the end of the day they were doing what they always did, just with a little extra flair. He hummed a little as she agreed, dropping kisses on his hips and thighs. He nipped at the skin a little here and there, before gently pushing her legs open wider. It was nice that they were already naked. It was warmer down here, the heat from their bodies and musky scent of her surrounding him. He kissed right on top of her mound, before licking a long stripe up her slit. Then he went to town. Kissing and sucking and licking at her clit and pussy, swirling his tongue and shallowly thrusting it inside.

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All the girl could do was smirk when he mentioned a taste of home. Emery almost said something really inappropriate, but she bit back the comment and instead moved away to give him space to stand up. "You might, honestly. Or, I'm gonna need to be the one that needs some training just to keep up with you. You might run away from me in the middle of the park and then what do I do?" She shoved her phone in her pocket. "But first, I'm taking you to get snacks. We'll need some fuel for what we're gonna do."

Bucky sighed, knowing he needed to at least give her the benefit of the doubt. Tony didn't exactly just hire anyone to take care of things, afterall... look at Pepper. The woman single handedly managed Stark Industries and Stark, himself with little effort. "They might not count as food but they sure save you when you're dying for a taste of home." He offered, giving her the rare, slightly there smirk as she snapped a few more phoots. "Shoot some content huh? What all is this gonna entail? Am I gonna need training to survive you?"

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Evan laughed when she spoke of making a fool of himself in his 20s. "Ah, you'd think the limelight would have stopped me, but it didn't. I did plenty of dumb stuff back then. I mean, I still do." He wasn't too far removed from his 20s, and plenty of his dumb mistakes lingered online. "It was all stupid things anyway. Getting embarrassingly drunk with my friends, being half naked on tables, photos of me being incredibly sloppy... name it, and it's out there." He smirked, bringing his glass to his lips again for a drink. He wasn't too embarrassed about it all anymore, but his PR person sure had a lot of headaches back then. And his parents gave him a hard time... but that was all over now. "Ah, trauma surgeon..." Evan nodded, as if he understood what the job took. He didn't, his was so easy compared to hers. "I bet your days are a lot wilder and more exhausting than mine.."

Sofia nodded, listening to everything he was saying because it was a million miles away from her world. It was fascinating to her, looking around the bar and couldn't help but wonder how many people did recognise him. She really would have to try and watch some more movies. Would that be weird? Going home and watching movie clips of him on Youtube? "Must still be a weird thing to have wrapped your head around. Sixteen is young, maybe not young in the famous world but -- still young. You need to be able to spend your twenties making mistakes and making a fool of yourself like everyone else." She smiled, knowing full well she'd done plenty of that in her 20's. "I'm a trauma surgeon, so a lot of emergency surgeries. You car cashes, blunt force injuries, burns. Any big incident really, I'm well -- trying to save lives I guess. Kind of why there's not loads of time for watching TV, they tend to be long days."

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Kennedy's laugh tumbled from her lips easily, smoothly. Reign had always been the girl Kennedy admired, the girl Kennedy thought she wanted to be. At least, before she realized that all the admiration was actually something else, and that she was wildly attracted to Reign. "No, you're right. They do offer themselves willingly." As did Kennedy.

"Well, then maybe take this as the opportunity to take the break. Let me... tempt you into it. Hmm?" Kennedy reached out and gently ran her fingertips along the side of the other woman's face. Gently, carefully, across her soft skin and down to her neck. For a moment, she forgot all about the existence of words. She didn't need them, not right now. Her gaze was fixed on what her fingers were doing, the way they moved over spaces she'd been dying to touch, to kiss. Finally, her gaze flickered up to meet Reign's, and she smiled. "Good. I'll schedule a car to pick us up tonight. Come to mine? We'll leave from there."

Reign watched Kennedy with the same quiet intensity she always did—like she was studying her, peeling back the layers without so much as lifting a finger. The confidence, the bravado, the effortless charm—it was all there. She tilted her head slightly, amusement flickering in her dark eyes. “Admiration suits me,” she mused, voice smooth as silk. “Though, I think you give people less credit than they deserve. They don’t fall at my feet, darling. They offer themselves willingly. There’s a difference.” She let the words settle, her smirk never wavering.

“A cabin up north…” she repeated, as if weighing the thought, her gaze flickering over Kennedy with a sort of effortless curiosity. “Tempting. I can’t remember the last time I allowed myself a break.” Which wasn’t entirely true, but that was beside the point. The idea of leaving the city—of being alone in a place where no one expected anything from her—had its own appeal. Her lips quirked as she leaned in just slightly, just enough to blur the space between them. “I couldn't think of anything better babe."

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Ali fought so hard to keep from rolling her eyes. Gavin always knew what to say to make her smile, make her blush... but also what to say to get on her last damn nerve. She didn't ask for this, she didn't want this to be so awkward. When they decided to go through with the trip they'd booked so long ago, she thought that maybe, just maybe, there would be a chance that it would be okay. Maybe even make up, or head towards some sort of reconciliation. The longer they were together here, though, the more she began to suspect that was all just a stupid dream. "Fine. We'll take the king. Thanks."

After check in was done and they got their key cards, she handed him one and grabbed the handle of her suitcase to start dragging it along. "I don't hog the edge of the bed. I just tried to give you space. You know how I usually like to sleep." Her finger jabbed at the button for the elevator.

Gavin let the ride go as he looked around at all of the surrounding areas. It was beautiful in it's own right. Quiet. Maybe just what they needed instead of the chaos of their real life. Something to pretend in for a little while before they let it all go. When the gentleman asked them questions, Gavin responded in easy and fluent spanish, not wanting him to have to work hard to speak a language he didn't everyday.

Once they were at the hotel, he watched as she flicked her gaze to him here and there. Have him glance at her and nod. "One King is fine. You hug the edge of the bed anyway. Plenty of space."

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"Yea, but it doesn't mean I can't keep worrying. Does it ever get easier, Callum?" She sighed a little, fidgeting with the warm washcloth in her hands that she used to help clean him up.

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"Hey I'm still alive, it's all good." Callum said with a smile as he looked at the other. "It's not a rough day for me without a bit of injury. "

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"Traditionally attractive doesn't mean that I also find you attractive. It means that you're like... generic." No, that's absolutely not what that means, but Amelia wasn't about to let him have his little victory. Still, her eyes rolled -- mostly at herself -- before she caved. "Okay, not generic, but you know what I mean." She'd still be too stubborn to admit that she found him incredibly, annoyingly, attractive. Her agreement to his date of sorts was casual, but only because Amelia needed to play it down. Play down the feelings she'd had lingering for him just below the surface for far too many years now. Feelings that might just get an opportunity to be center stage, if everything goes well. Or, it would all burn down tonight. Her gaze followed him closely -- the way he got closer, his hand reaching up to graze his thumb over her cheek. The way he looked at her. For a moment, a very split second, Amelia bit her lip -- expecting something that maybe, likely, wouldn't come. And.. it didn't. He pulled away, and she was hit with the cool air that once again took its place between them. Amelia stood, nodding a little in agreement. "Alright, 7. I'll dress up pretty." She teased, batting her lashes at him.

Niko smirked, shaking his head as he listened to her go off. God, she always had an answer for everything. She wasn’t wrong. He had benefited from her so-called “strings” plenty of times, letting her connections make him look a hell of a lot more impressive than he actually was. But he wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction of admitting that. “Traditionally attractive man, huh? Do you find me attractive then?” he teased, but there was something about the way she said it that stuck with him. Maybe it was the way her voice changed ever so slightly, like she was trying to fill the space between them with words instead of acknowledging the way they were closing the distance. And yeah, he caught the way her gaze flickered down to his lips. His smirk deepened. And then she said it—deal. Something shifted in his chest. Maybe because it had been a long time since things had lined up like this. They had always been just a little off, one of them always tangled up with someone else when the other was free. It had been easy to pretend that was all it was. Timing. Bad luck. But now? Now there was nothing in the way. "Alright, sweetheart. You better be ready, because I don’t half-ass things. I'll pick you up at 7pm tonight?" he practically whispered, not needing to speak any louder with their proximity. He let his thumb finger her cheek, stroking the skin there for a moment before he pulled back and created distance between them.

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Replies tomorrow, lovies! Taking one final night off to get over this head cold.

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posted some drafts, the rest of them will be posted tomorrow! night lovies xo

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Georgia, ever the little feisty human, was always on high alert. While this place was neutral territory, she knew that as a human girl she was very much susceptible to attack the moment she set foot out of those large wooden double doors that led them into the wild outdoors where no one was protected. She needed to prevent that, so she kept a keen eye and ear out for danger which sometimes got her to react a lot sooner than she likely should.

The bump into the stranger caused her to take a step back, trying to prevent herself from falling over. Her instinct said to brace herself, to get ready to punch and run if needed, but the moment her head tipped back and she met the gaze of said stranger, Georgia relaxed. Lowering her walls this early would never work in her favor, but there was something enchanting about his eyes that was casting a spell that wrapped its magical aura around her slender body and squeezed every bit of opposition and objection away.

Her smile was so easily drawn onto her lips, and that hazy look fell over her bright blue eyes as she lingered in a longing look for a few moments too many. Then, the brush and gentle shove of a crowd of beings walking past her brought her back to reality.

"Ah, that's alright. No harm done." Not to her, anyway. "Prevented the inevitable awkward and potentially dangerous situation of him waiting for me outside at last call. Then I'd really be done for, hmm?" She wasn't sure yet what he was -- he wasn't a vampire, she could tell by his eyes and the hue of his skin. What.. was he? Not human, no -- he was far to enchanting for that. Georgia's eyes searched his, perhaps leading to a silence that lingered too long for their surroundings.

"I wasn't planning on going there, but... if you are, I'll gladly tag along." The words left her lip a little too flirtatiously for her liking, but it was too late. She'd already said them, and he was already so physically close. She felt something radiating off of him, something that was luring her in closer.

It would be easy for him to lead her away from the dense crowds, and even further away from the bloodsucker who was now having his wound tended to by another human girl who was much more into having her skin pierced and blood drawn. Georgia's hand had instead taken to brushing her fingertips along the stranger's arm, long fingernails gently raking over warm skin before she settled into the lounge with him. "You didn't tell me your name..."

Demons don't fuck around when it comes to the neutral zones. Most of them are demon owed for that very reason. They hold up their side of the bargain. It didn't hurt that they are fluent in most languages and dialects. It was one of the stranger things to come about after the Neutral Laws, and a real point of contention. They've got a rightfully earned bad reputation and the no-nonsense way they disposed of rule breakers didn't help it but regardless, they kept the peace and thus keep the profit. Mostly, it beat being in hell.

He, himself, didn't make a habit of being a good samaritan— it was a rather human thing to do— but he would intervene if necessary. It was not a dutiful action, Ciaran was simply out of his mind with boredom and ready to make that somebody else's problem. He hadn't gotten his hands dirty in quite some time. Thus, he watched, lazily, from a dark corner of the room for any disturbances that might require a swift solution.

He swirled the glass of scotch in hand while surveilling only to stop abruptly as he spotted a little, blonde thing boxed in by a bloodsucker. It was not his establishment but it didn't matter: a human being drunk-drained on the premises would set a bad president. He hadn't yet moved before she'd shoved the leech back and stuck— if all things, a wooden olive pin through his hand. Now that was interesting. That wouldn't kill him, Ciaran wouldn't have cared if it did, but it sure as fuck would hurt like hell while it healed. He loved a feisty one. Souls were all the sweeter for it.

There was a clause in the neutral laws that prohibited violence which dictated justifiable self defense, particularly on the part of a human against a non-human, was permitted. The sticky bit was the clause also stated it was specific to physical altercation. He knew there were at least a dozen camera angles that would show she drew first blood. Ciaran loved a loophole. He emptied his glass and followed her to the secondary bar across the room.

He's a demon, not a creep, so he left plenty of space for her to catch her breath before he stepped in her path. When she stumbled his hands lifted to hover beneath her elbows in case she needed help balancing. He was careful not to touch her directly. It wouldn't hurt him nearly as much as it had her previous company but he certainly didn't want to be on the wrong side of her olive pin.

His smile cut sharp and charming across his face, the perfect picture of a Grimm fable. "So sorry, miss. I saw the predicament back there," Ciaran played the part of concern well, eyes scanning her for injury. "I know the owner of the club and they would be remiss if I didn't check up on you. Are you okay?" His head tilted back toward the vampire hissing profanity across the room as someone pulled the pin from his hand. He gestures, gentlemanly, toward the less crowded area away from the dance floor. "He won't risk my wrath, if you'd like an escort into the lounge area."

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Evan made a face when Stella reminded him that sometime soon after they got back home, he'd have to sit through some excruciating dinner in which he'd have to pretend to be interested in whoever Georgia was introducing him to. It wasn't that he didn't care, his sister just had the tendency to bring home one of two types; really obnoxious and brag-y finance dudes, or lame industry typed who thought themselves too good for movies or tv but had never actually graced a live stage before. This one was apparently a lawyer, but he still hated awkward dinners.

He would glance back over his shoulder at whatever was behind them, then looked back at Stella. He didn't quite believe that she'd think about it, but he'd settle for that answer for now. It only made him add a mental note to take an actual private jet back home that was just them.

"Well I didn't want to be rude or a sleazebag and assume that what you were getting me was actually something for you to wear. Cut me some slack, yea?" He laughed, rolling his eyes. But he wouldn't say no to the invitation to nap against her chest. He'd been planning to just lean back and try for a nap, but this was much better. That grin spread across his lips as he slid down in his seat a little so he wasn't towering over her. Then, he wrapped one arm around her middle as her head came to rest on her chest. Eyes closed, and a happy little sigh spilled from his lips.

"I might of. Who remembers who says what? At some point Georgia told you or me. I'm sure you'll have a nice time meeting the guy. From what she's told me, he's special and really good to her." Stella shrugged, grabbing her Kindle from her carry-on bag. She didn't turn it on, happy to talk to Evan, but she wanted easy access for later. She looked around at the plane. They were in the last row before the flight attendant area. If they wanted to do something, they could have some privacy. "I'll think about it. It's a long flight."

"Come on, I'm teasing you about a present. What do you think it's going to be? It involves what you're thinking about every ten seconds. I'm sure you can get a rough idea." Stella said, patting Evan's face before being pulled into a kiss. Her hand rested on his cheek, and noted the texture. "Remind me when we land to do a face mask for you. Your skin is getting dry in this air and I don't want it getting tight and itching." She mused casually, taking a sip of her wine. When he said he would nap, she patted his knee, opening her arms so he could lay against her chest. "Alright amorino, relax." Stella watched his face relax and she was glad his eyes were closed. He didn't need to see her swoon.

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"I know baby, I know. He talks about you non-stop on our walks," she teased him a little, evident by the little smirk on her lips and the little wink she sent him. Georgia had gotten so used to talking about Sprocket like he was also hers. The dog had become part of her routine, almost daily. On the days she made it back to her apartment before he was at his, she'd take the little guy out for a walk and feed him dinner. On the other days, she'd check in on him because there was nothing better than his cute little face and the way his butt wiggled when he was excited. (Sprocket's too, hah.)

She shifted against him a little, her hand sliding down his chest as her lips peppered kisses along his throat before dipping to his collarbones. "I'm not worried... I know you'll take care of me when we go." It took a lot of trust, he had to have known that, and Georgia was relying on their bond and how well he already knew her to carry them through that kind of party she'd never been to. The one for her friend's birthday was easy -- a simple cocktail party to celebrate some rich kid's 30th. The club, the darker one... that was new to her, but she was excited.

Little giggles left her lips as he moved down her body, nails raking down his chest and to his sides. "Yes please..."

"I've talked to my dog, I promise. I'm sure he's heard my name as well. Either me saying it or someone else calling me that. He knows who I am to him." Kirk didn't know why he was so pressed about this. But he was a good dog owner and Sprocket loved him. Still, he knew she was joking, and chuckled a little as she kissed his chest. Everything just felt so good with Georgia, so easy. Not that he didn't want to prove himself to her or that he didn't want to do things to show his commitment, but he didn't feel like he was second-guessing as much. Maybe that would come later as an unpleasant surprise. But overall, he didn't feel worried when he was with her.

They kissed in the warm morning light, the kiss getting a little sloppy as they fell into it. I mean, he wouldn't say no to morning sex, especially if she kept her fingers in his hair. "I've only been to two, so I'm not an expert by any means. But everyone there was super nice, so hopefully that'll be the same at this club. If at any point you want to leave, we'll leave no questions asked and no issues." He added, kissing her temple. She was so sweet, in general and to him, it made his teeth ache a little. "Alright, I'll try not to get panicky or weird. I'll try to be your cool and mysterious older boyfriend." He snorted. Any additional sarcasm was wiped away as she brushed her nose against his. Fuck, he wanted to eat her. Nothing could stop him. "Yeah, we'll see how far we can take that. See when I finally snap and take in some dumb closet or storage room." He said, nosing his way down her chest and stomach. "Fuck baby, let me eat you out again. So fucking sweet."

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"You never do." Sigyn laughed a little, her elbow now leaning on the bartop as she bit down on a manicured thumb nail -- crystal blue eyes watching him closely. She'd hold his gaze, it wasn't unheard of for her to stare at him a little too long, look into his eyes a bit too intimately. Getting lost in him was so easy, and it always had been. Her smile continued to linger, the words tumbling from her lips before she could stop herself. "I don't need an excuse for that, I could just ask you to take off your shirt and pants if I really only wanted to see you half naked." She didn't know where she'd gotten the courage to openly flirt with him, even this briefly, but there it was. "Ooo, violent," she teased, following it with a little smile before she winked at him. Her arm moved off the bartop to instead reach for his knee to tap at him a little. "Good, then it's a date. Or.. whatever."

axel caught the peanuts she tossed at him with ease, popping one into his mouth as he gave her a look - one of those half-smirks that was equal parts amused and a fake look of shock "I get it, I don't always have the best taste in who I date," he admitted, his gaze hanging on hers a bit too long to be platonic. axel was sure if it was sigyn he was dating, he'd be confident in that choice. unfortunately, he doubted that feeling was mutual - so he kept quiet. "throw themselves at me," he repeated, scoffing playfully as if in disbelief. truthfully, he was mostly to himself and didn't always notice obvious signs of flirtation. at her invitation, he let out a short laugh, shaking his head playfully. "sure, but is this just an excuse to see me half-naked?" he teased with a playful wiggle of his brows before that same laugh returned, except even more melodic this time. "no, no. i will be the one that is going. you really don't need to call him unless you want him to get punched."