it's a mingle, a paisley mingle

[timelapsed]

Who: Paisley crew and/or visitors and/or Chloe
Broadcast: N/A
Action: The Paisley
When: Anytime in March p much

[ Welcome to the Paisley, where the drama's made up and the points don't matter ]

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[touchofrogue]

Oh. That was easier than she thought it was going to be. Maybe he wasn't connecting those dots she was afraid he would have. She'll just... leave them alone, then.

Rogue shrugged. "Yes an' no. Hard ta find someone where it's a really fair match, an' it's kind of weird just fightin' for the sake of it."

Fighting and hurting a person, not a sim, not a wooden post, for money just had felt... weird. It had felt necessary, but it wasn't something she'd been particularly proud of afterwards. "Can't really let loose, an' it's sort of annoyin' fightin' so carefully."

She bobbed her head back and forth, considering. "Decent money, though."

[complicatedliar]

It seemed clear that she was doing it for the money--he'd already been made aware of the situation there, so no surprises. It wasn't a bad route to go, since she had the skills. "I'd imagine so." He considered. "You could make more if I directed your gambling, you know."

[touchofrogue]

She laughed a little at that. "Actually, made most of my money through bettin' on myself via proxy."

A quick grin. "Pickin' the round to win in made it more challenging. I reckon that's 'bout as fair as lettin' you place my bets."

Win every time, no doubt.

[complicatedliar]

He grinned. "I can sweeten the deal more than you might think by betting against myself. 'tis all a numbers game." And he had quite a bit of money to spare, thanks to his time in the casinos. This was another bit of amusement, really.

[touchofrogue]

She shook her head at him, smiling. "Glad you're havin' fun."

Then her expression turned mischievous. "Might even let ya treat me ta dinner an' a shoppin' spree somewhere, if you're rollin' in it."

[complicatedliar]

Loki laughed. "Let me run the numbers on one of your fights, and I shall." It was something for a bored god to do, to be certain. "And at some point you ought to buy a lovely dress and come be my... ah. Arm candy." He still remembers that term.

[touchofrogue]

She laughed: "Arm candy, huh?"

Rogue stepped forward, moving deliberately into his space. "Should I bat my eyes an' get somethin' with a real high slit?"

[complicatedliar]

He ducked forward to nip a kiss at the curve of her jaw. "How well my lady knows already," he remarked. They'd done that sort of thing before, a bit. And it had certainly been fun.

[touchofrogue]

Rogue laughed and ducked away -- or, not really away but between him and the bookshelf. Opps? "What is it about you an' libraries?"

Remembering their research mission when he'd regained his hearing, her expression turned a shade wicked. "Always up ta somethin' between the stacks."

[complicatedliar]

Well then, he obligingly leaned against the shelf, ever closer. His grin went a bit wicked. "I do like to poke my head in between things. Such a habit of mine." He finally shut the book he was holding. "Perhaps it's that scent of books."

[touchofrogue]

Rogue grinned and put her hands on his shoulders, shaking her head at him. She didn't blush; she'd come too far with him for that, but her gaze glinted in appreciative acknowledgement of his innuendo. "Curious habit. But I guess books are interestin' enough..."

[complicatedliar]

"So many topics to explore," he agreed, turning his head to nip delicately at her wrist. Then a book past her shoulder caught his eye and he reached out to take it with his unoccupied hand. "Oh, hello there."

[touchofrogue]

An arch of an eyebrow. Oh, is that how it was going to be? Brat.

She smirked a little, dropping her hands. "Well, don't let me stand in your way," she said, ducking out from under his arms and leaving him to it.

[complicatedliar]

He hadn't meant it to tease; he really had been distracted by the book. "Mm. Thank you, dearest," he said, tone going a bit vague as he started flicking through the book.

And then grimaced. "Stuff and nonsense."

[touchofrogue]

She heard that tone. Aww, her boyfriend was such a precious nerd. Smiling and shaking her head, she added, "Well, feel free ta keep lookin'. I'm sure you'll find somethin' ta catch an' keep your interest."

[complicatedliar]

He snapped the book shut and put it back in the shelf. Then slid his arm around Rogue's waist again. "You're certainly more interesting than that book." Bratty smile. "And not so often wrong."

[touchofrogue]

Somewhat more gracefully than was her normal manner, Rogue spun out of his hold. "Keep lookin'," she said, smiling at him. "I'm sure you'll find somethin'. It's a great big library, after all."

[complicatedliar]

"If I chase you through the shelves, it will make a great deal of noise," he said, conversationally.

[touchofrogue]

Pff. She shook her head and remained just out of his reach. "Don't ya know that libraries are a place for quiet?"

[complicatedliar]

"Then perhaps you ought to step closer, so I can keep my voice down."

[touchofrogue]

Nope. That wasn't going to work. She did smile at him, though. "Somehow, I ain't worried 'bout you talkin' to me loudly."

She nodded toward the books. "Go on, have a look-see. Wouldn't wanna distract any."

The tenor of her smile did change slightly at that, perhaps casting aspersions on her veracity, or maybe simply indicating that she was thinking of previous distractions with a certain amount of fondness.

[complicatedliar]

"Worried about the volume of your own voice, perhaps?" he says, smirking. "I do seem to remember that being much more of a concern."

[touchofrogue]

Rogue raised her eyebrows at him and placed one hand on her hip, cocking it to the side. "You're awful cocky for a guy gettin' distracted by what's on the shelf."

She didn't step closer, but she leaned forward just a little more into his space, a small and teasing smile on her face, "Don't see any reason why I've gotta be concerned 'bout my volume."

[complicatedliar]

"Perhaps I just need something a bit more compelling to hove into my line of sight," he said teasingly, then nipped at her nose. "Yet."

[touchofrogue]

Rogue laughed and wrinkled her nose in response to him. Honestly, she almost wanted to keep up this line of conversation, though she knew she was approaching the point where he'd take it as A Challenge and then...

...well, enjoyable as that would be, she didn't really want to feed into making him feel as though he had to prove something.

So instead, she deftly stepped to the side and looped her arm through his, "Then I reckon that means you're done with the non-fiction. Wanna try a different section?"

She tugged slightly by stepping aside while maintaining her hold, as if to lead him.