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She was being honest when she said he was doing well, despite grunting quietly when he stepped on her bare foot and pulling them out of rhythm a few times, but it wasn't until Lassair tripped and slung them both down onto the floor with her laughing and wheezing at the same time that she thought they should probably called it a night. She clambered up onto her hands and knee's, snickering all the way and not too bothered by the people starring at them (although they quickly went back to minding there own business, more then half of them were drunk themselves after all).
"You alright there carrot top?" She snorted, mirth lining her features as she clasped his hand and tried to pull their disorientated arses up off the floor, stumbling back some as she did. "Not bad at all for a first try, i gotta say, although quite frankly I'm starting to think the floors made out of jello" She mused. Had she been dancing sober, she had no doubt that she could have probably cover his flaws, but being more then a little wasted meant that any off balance he had she severely struggled to right her own, let alone his. Clumsily, because the fall was still causing her vision to sway (at least she presumed it to be the fall), she began leading them back off the dance floor, preferably where there were less people.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 13, 2015 1:47:58 GMT
Hearing a voice brought him back to his senses, at least, as back to them as he could be. “I’m alright,” he replied, taking her hand to stand up. Everything was moving, but not in a bad way. Usually drinking wouldn’t be this bad, but the dancing must have messed with that.
Following her off the dance floor (and stumbling as he went), he debated whether he should stay at this place longer or head home. Would probably be better to leave, before Vieka tries to give him another lap dance again. He remained standing by the table as he addressed her. “Perhaps another night you can give me a lesson someplace that’s not so loud.”
Vieka hummed, picking up her boots from the floor and her bag that had been wedged into her chair hidden from view when she was sitting. "Yeah, maybe. starting slow and building up would probably be a better idea then just throwing you into it like i did." She snorted, beginning to dig through her bag. "Saying that, I've never been very good at explaining things, I'm the sort to write it down or just do y'know? Ah! here it is." The half muttered as she pulled out a small bottle with what seemed to be an eyedropper for a lid. She checked the label on the front, squinting a bit before nodding to herself, holding it out for the other to take.
"Gunna go home i think, have some toast and sleep off the whiskey. If you take a few drops of this before you sleep and a few once you wake up, It should help with what ever headache you might end up with in the morning." She explained, not mentioning that the thing was doused in magic that would garentee to help with any headache he'd end up with, not just for hang overs; not to mention Protection II had been cast on it as well for emergencies.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 13, 2015 2:03:59 GMT
Accepting the bottle, he looked it over before putting it in his pocket. “Thank you,” his voice came with a surprised look. He hadn’t expected her to be so kind about him, and hangovers were nothing new to the red head, but the gift was appreciated and would be put to use.
“May I walk you home?” he asked with a grin, seeing how far he could press his luck before her old self surfaced from the many layers of alcohol.
The brunette waved him off idly as she began her trip down the road and away from the music, swaying slightly but managing to maintain her balance. "You are trying your luck today aren't you?" She mused lightly, shaking her head slightly. "Do as you wish, free road an all that, and it's not like you don't know where I live anyway. Startin' to think you really are a stalker there Mr suave" She joked, referencing back to the first time they had met each other while searching for the ever elusive gem encrusted cog that her dad had sent her on a goose chase for.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 13, 2015 2:25:31 GMT
That wasn’t a no, so with a smile he followed, walking beside her as they went. “Stalker is such a harsh word. All I want is to enjoy your company a little longer. It’s not every day you actually have a conversation with me.” He wanted to add ‘let along actually smile’ but he thought better of it, opting instead to say: “You’re a very good dancer; could make a career out of it if you wanted.”
"It was at one point, but your hobby isn't your hobby when it becomes your job." She replied lazily, one hand holding both her shoes and her back while the other locked with it behind her head, giving her a lazy looking persona. "I suppose you could say the same for my profession as a doctor though. Looking into medicine was never meant to become a job, it just sort of.... happened..." She hummed, swaying off to the side slightly before righting her balance and walking fairly strait again.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 13, 2015 2:58:00 GMT
“It’s impressive that your love for your hobbies reaches that level. Not everyone can be good at something just by being interested in it.” He glanced at someone else walking down the street, wondering how late into the night it was. “Do you have any other hobbies, besides for the two?” he asked next, shifting his gaze to Vie as she swayed.
"Everyone has lots of hobbies." She stated dryly, turning her own gaze to narrow at his accusingly. It only just occurred to her that she was talking a lot about herself, which typically she wouldn't do. 'Time to turn the tables i think.' "So what are your hobbies? besides bad flirting and stalking i mean." She sounded a little accusing if we're being honest here, but only a little.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 17, 2015 1:28:42 GMT
He paused a moment before answering, thinking about what she asked. It didn’t bother him in the slightest that Vieka didn’t want to answer his question. “I like walking around, exploring places; whether it’s in the city, in the forest, or on the path leading to the next town. Tech has never been my fancy, but other skills can interest me too.” He didn’t want to outright say that he liked doing magic, mostly because he wasn’t sure if Vieka was accepting of it or not, but a good ear could pick up on what he meant.
The half breed hummed, her foggy mind trying to pick out the useful bits of information that had she been sober, she would have caught immediately. As it was, she was finding it difficult to concentrate on any one thing so the brunette simply decided to reflect upon it at a different time.
"ya found any nice places? When i walk around, i always try and find nice places to keep for myself." She questioned, looking up at the sky above her then quickly back down to her feet when her balance tilted dangerously. yeah, maybe she should keep her eyes where she's going for now.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 20, 2015 22:01:23 GMT
When she stumbled, he immediately reached out to offer her some balance. The red head didn’t want to see anyone falling; which was part of the reason he was walking her home. She recovered fairly quickly, so he backed off once again.
“I’ve found a few. I’ve shared one of them, but I keep most to myself. Not on purpose, but because I don’t really have anyone to show them to.” Most people preferred to stay within the city limits, but since his wanderings could take him far outside them, it usually resulted in him keeping the places secret. He’d be more than happy to show them so someone willing to make the trek out there.
"I'd much rather keep them all to myself." Vie grumbled, recognizing the path in the merchants district was fairly close to where she lived now; A few more minutes and they would virtually be at her door step. She was beginning to crave the multiple layers of her glorious bed and a nice cup of tea with a slice of toast with yummy honey. Oh simple pleasures could be simply divine.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 25, 2015 3:48:14 GMT
He shrugged at her comment. “You can have some of mine then. I hardly visit them since it gets lonely once I’m there. Such a wide open space, but I’m the only one in it.”
Realizing they were already at her shop door, he stepped to the side and watched her head inside. “Thank you for the lovely night,” he said with an honest smile before turning to leave and sleep the rest of this alcohol off.
The two of them clearly had very different ideals and life styles if he was going on wanting company all the time, but each to their own she supposed. once at the door, the moved to open it, but turned back when she realized Lassair was leaving. Part of her was surprised, she was almost sure he was going to try and push his luck a little further: ask to come in or try and sneak a kiss. He hadn't though, which she obviously pleased about.
All the same, Vieka left her keys in the door and stumbled after him, giving a very short back hug as reward for being a god boy. "Sleep well" She mumbled before turning and disappearing inside her home, slightly embarrassed but mostly just tiered. Ah bed, she calls to me~
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
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