#pyp and dixie

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closed starter for @murdcrofcrows (dixie) location: hell's gate

Dixie made Pyp very nervous. Her entire demeanor let him know that she could eat him alive in one bite, and yet he was still deeply intrigued by her. He had watched her dance a little bit, though more than her body, he was just curious about her. He had a very hard time approaching her though.

"Hey - so, um." He'd talked to her a little in passing, but not too much. He was sure he was coming off as a a creep, maybe someone who was trying to hit on her. He was not. "I saw an ad the other day - and I was pretty sure that was you in it. Why uh. Still dance if you're getting jobs like that?"

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He noticed her jump, and winced. Good going, dipshit.

"Hi," he gave her a nervous grin. "Sorry; I kind of have a bad habit of blending into the wallpaper here. I guess I really am dressing like an old man with just me and my dad." He blinked a couple of times as she touched his arm, but didn't shy away from her. She was just doing her job; being friendly. "I don't - but I'll definitely keep an ear out." He flushed out of embarrassment - thought it was hard to tell with the lighting. "I - no! I mean, you're a great dancer. Really. I just um. Well, I'm sure you don't need me saying it, but you just have a really.... pretty and unique face. I think it would do everyone a lotta good to see that plastered over tv screens or all on a billboard or something... Not that this isn't.... I should stop talking."

she'd always been aware of the eyes on her, so much so that she didn't notice who they all belonged to anymore. unless she was performing, then she is acutely aware of those eyes because they may as well be dollar signs. all that to say, she hadn't noticed how long pyp had been there until he started talking and truth be told, she jumped when she heard his voice because he'd caught her completely off guard.

"why hello to you to there, baby face. where the hell did you come from?" she giggled and touched his arm gingerly in greeting. force of habit, trying to lure people in for private dances or more tips by being flirtatious. didn't mean anything by it. "mmm, well sugar, that would be because i'm not gettin' many jobs like that. they're few and far between but if you know anyone lookin' to pay me to be the star in their next—" she paused to think just what would be her main aspiration and realized they all would make her happy at that point. "well, anything, i suppose. you give them my info. why do you ask sweetheart? don't think my dancin' is any good, or what?"

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she'd always been aware of the eyes on her, so much so that she didn't notice who they all belonged to anymore. unless she was performing, then she is acutely aware of those eyes because they may as well be dollar signs. all that to say, she hadn't noticed how long pyp had been there until he started talking and truth be told, she jumped when she heard his voice because he'd caught her completely off guard.

"why hello to you to there, baby face. where the hell did you come from?" she giggled and touched his arm gingerly in greeting. force of habit, trying to lure people in for private dances or more tips by being flirtatious. didn't mean anything by it. "mmm, well sugar, that would be because i'm not gettin' many jobs like that. they're few and far between but if you know anyone lookin' to pay me to be the star in their next—" she paused to think just what would be her main aspiration and realized they all would make her happy at that point. "well, anything, i suppose. you give them my info. why do you ask sweetheart? don't think my dancin' is any good, or what?"

closed starter for @murdcrofcrows (dixie) location: hell's gate

Dixie made Pyp very nervous. Her entire demeanor let him know that she could eat him alive in one bite, and yet he was still deeply intrigued by her. He had watched her dance a little bit, though more than her body, he was just curious about her. He had a very hard time approaching her though.

"Hey - so, um." He'd talked to her a little in passing, but not too much. He was sure he was coming off as a a creep, maybe someone who was trying to hit on her. He was not. "I saw an ad the other day - and I was pretty sure that was you in it. Why uh. Still dance if you're getting jobs like that?"