[Open Skinwalkers RP post]

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Random conversations between Skin-walkers characters. Light conversational RP without the need for big descriptions unless you want to! Crack, smut, angst, serious, light hearted, cannon or AU and any part of their time-line conversations are all welcome! Different comment headings make for different conversational topics/situations, please feel free to add new ones guys! ♥

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[just_some_guy]

Guy had known people worse at this. Known them somewhat intermediately, for a few hours at least.

He slipped his tip under the waist of his apron, giving a short nod to one of his other bartenders to let them know he would help them out in a moment. "Oh well, if you're here for a month I have to tell you, Vegas is filled with hundreds of bars - you should avoid them all. Brooker's is the best. You can trust me on that.

"And since you can trust me, I guess you'll be seeing me again."

[sense_of_paine]

Thomas laughed and looked away, briefly. When he looked back at him the smile on his face was soft, small and warm. "Guess so. Thanks for the drink," he raised his glass, then slipped away into the crowd to find someone to occupy his time between his next drink.

As it was, he ordered quite a few from several others, timing his orders for when Guy was busy tending to others. Two and a half hours passed before he returned to loiter in front of Guy, his smile thicker, lips fuller with supposed drink, and his eyelids hooded. His grey blazer was off and folded over one arm, his white dress shirt in an appealingly disheveled state, his sunglasses tucked neatly away somewhere. His hair was long and tousled now, falling into his eyes as he canted his head. "You're seeing me again!" he chuckled as he leaned forward on the bar. "I was hoping that'd happen."

Cocktails are made for innuendo.

[just_some_guy]

"You sure are," Guy answered with a lazy drawl. With a face that flushed, he has to wonder just how many of him the patron was seeing.

Guy leant his forearm on the bar, but didn't lean forward more. Never crossed the line into a patron's space. "What will it be now? A Pretty Woman or a Salty Dog? Or are you after a Goodnight Kiss?"

Innuendo are made for giggles

[eightbarblues]

[From his place behind the bar some two meters away, Atley tilts head head down and laughs into his chest.]

Innuendos are made for getting yourself bugged!

[sense_of_paine]

He drew in a deep, confidence-reinforcing breath, his eyes crinkling with intrigue.

Then, with a lick of his lips and a shy side-tilt of his head, he said, "I'll have a Take Me Back To Your Place. If... if that's on offer. I haven't yet looked at the specials menu, sorry."

Jokes on you. Those bugs will just pick up old films and sex.

[just_some_guy]

With a good natured smile, Guy glanced at his watch briefly. "I don't know if you'll last another three or so hours, if this is how you spend your time waiting.

"I'm due a break though, if you want some air."