benumbing | (no subject)

I feel like I am entirely open to finding out what it is and trying it at least once.

[That's what she's here for after all, new experiences?]

if you like it, we'll try it twice. and that's just the beginning.

I like the way you think. I'll have to bring something special along to mark the occasion...

Pick one. Bitter or sweet?

Haven't we all had enough bitterness in our lives? Sweet.

My mother's people would say the bitter just makes you appreciate the sweet all the better but I can't disagree that there's a limit to these things, so sweet it is!

Got a time and place for me?

Are you in the mood for cocktails tonight?

Absolutely! I'll dig something out of my bag and...meet you wherever the place is?

[She'll find a map or get directions or something. It won't be first time or even the tenth time she's had to navigate an unfamiliar city.]

It's called Graines Grenadiers. It sounds a bit pretentious, but I've never actually been there. We can walk there together if you prefer.

I can handle pretentious, and I'd love to walk there together if you don't mind coming to get me?

Just curl your finger and beckon me in your direction.

[It takes Bryn some time, but she manages to drop her address into the device for Jack.]

Consider it curled and beckoning.

Edited (what are tenses) 2017-01-05 21:29 (UTC)

[~~bryn, you're the first woman ever to finger him until he comes.~~

and it takes jack some time, but he manages to find where she is and knock on her door. he doesn't know what the dress code for this place is, if any, so he's jut a notch above 'casual'. he can always ditch the jacket.]

One escort, as promised.

[Bryn decides to go for something warmer than her usual going-out outfits. The cropped tops and flowing skirts are left in her closet in favor of thicker, Aspurran fabrics and a look that will work no matter where they end up.

Plus, the black makes her blonde hair pop. A bit of red lipstick and she's good to go. Bryn opens the door to see Jack standing there, and immediately gives him a smile.]

What a gentleman you are. [She steps out, bag already settled over her shoulder with a bottle of nhara inside, and locks the door behind her.] Armed and ready when you are.

[it's certainly not a little black dress. but all the black plus her hair plus her red lips is a classic combination. what's not to appreciate.]

I know, it's a habit I'm trying to break. [he's only half-joking. jack was always taught to act a certain way, and sometimes that's exactly what it was - an act. now he's working on expressing who he really is, on loosening up. a few drinks and karaoke should do the trick.] What kind of men do you normally like? [before he amends] Or women.

[Bryn laughs, that sort of knowing, understanding sort when he says it's a habit he's trying to break. Perhaps it's just an off-the-cuff sort of remark but it's one that Bryn understands well enough. The question as to what kind of men she likes takes her off guard, but she recovers quickly. She doesn't expect people to be so direct but it's always rather refreshing in this context.]

Men. I did my fair share of exploring with women but I prefer men. As for my type...it depends on what I'm looking for. If we're going for ideal all-inclusive package then handsome and capable of good bantering is the best. The taller the better--oh, and someone kink-friendly is always a bonus. [Bryn casts him a look out of the corner of her eye as they head down the hall and into the elevator.] What about you? Women? Men? Type?

Let's start with kink-friendly. [jack grins. that's something they both can agree on.] Men, but I've been with enough women that I wouldn't be caught unprepared if one joined in. [he pushes the button before looking up thoughtfully.] My tastes have changed a little lately. I like blonds more. Tattoos. Ones with a little hell in them.

[it seems like everyone he's hooked up with can burst into flames.]

[Oh, yes. They're going to get along so very well, aren't they? Bryn's smile spreads wider, and wider as he continues, smoothing a hand over her hair as she turns to face the elevator doors.]

So, let's say we both find someone that fits the bill and they don't seem to have any strong preference for one of us over the other. What you're telling me is that you're not opposed to sharing? [She's blonde and she's...what is it that Faraday's cuddlr said, frisky? No tattoos but there's enough in common there. The major issue, she expects, would be his gender preferences.]

[he likes the way she thinks. jack smiles at the hypothetical question - one that he full intends to see realized.]

Should we start making some sort of checklist?

[it definitely sounds like that's what he's telling her.]

[Bryn's smile broadens into a grin.]

I think we might have to. I'd hate to miss anyone.

[That's it, Jack. You're her new partner in crime and blatant acts of unrepentant hedonism. The elevator doors open and she slips her hand into the crook of his arm as they exit both it and the building.]

We could start tonight, see who looks interesting when we're out.