The dress code is dressy and sexy, for lack of better adjectives.
[She grins at his response, keeping a soft chuckle at bay.] Yes, through the phone. Are you sure? You must promise not to share this with anyone else.
[Doesn't matter if he's sure. Sheva takes a picture of her from the side in a full length mirror, arm strategically over her chest (but there's side breast showing anyways). At least she's wearing dark skinny jeans and some heels?]
That's definitely the goal for the evening. [She can tell he's worried, it's in his voice enough to give her a sense of caution for the evening.] It'll be lovely. Trust me.
I'll text you the address of the place, or you can swing by here and we can walk together?
The sexy ones. [She gently reminds. Just in case he's forgotten.] Goodbye for now.
[When he arrives, Sheva's ready. It's in her habit to be prompt, and to her that means early. As promised, she's put on a shirt, but it only appears to cover the front and only parts of her back. Her apartment is a third floor walk up, so he might have to put his legs to work a bit. If she can do it in heels, then he can do it in tighter pants.]
Aye. [His leather breeches might be more 'sexier' but he is not going to compromise his balls and wear those tight pants.] Bye, my lady.
[When Robb arrives he is wearing his leather breeches, sturdy boots and a modern, light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He has combed his hair and well, he does look quite 'sexy'. He even left the two buttons on top of his shirt open so she can have a glance at his chest.
The stairs are no problem for him and he will be knocking her door before she knows it.]
[When she opens the door, the sight that greets her actually surprises Sheva, in a good way. Her lips part a moment, just slightly.
Until he announces himself, and then her mouth twists in a manner that tells of her trying her best not to laugh. Her eyes give it away though, but there's also quiet appreciation as she glances him over. It'll be vocal appreciation once she chokes down her laughter.]
Yes. I believe you're correct. [She coughs before grinning.] I'm glad you wore the pants. They look very attractive. You look rather attractive.
[Robb is not sure what to make of her response. Would he pass for 'sexy' or not? Should he change his clothes? Turning is no option, it would be rude to ignore a request of a lady.]
No, these are my leather breeches. I rather do not wear those pants.
[The smile around his lips is an apologetic one.]
Heh, I do not have to look modern to be looking good, not?
I'm going to get you in those pants, though. [She points at him, eyebrows raising as she laughs at her error and making a noncommittal noise at his question. Yes he looks good, but she already dumped far too many compliments on him for the short time they've been standing here.] I'd like to see how they look.
[Her head shakes again, bouncing her loose hair about her shoulders as she smiles. She hadn't suggested he was unattractive in the slightest, so she feels zero need to apologize.] Shall we?
Nah, I do not think so. [Robb shakes his head firmly, showing her exactly how stubborn he can be.] They look like breeches, but with buttons where the laces are. It is not a special sight, my lady.
[Robb nods at her question and offers her his arm. Common courtesy, mostly belonging to the days of old.]
Aye. [He turns halfway.] Tell me what I can expect when we walk.
Mhm. [Sheva may just be just as stubborn, especially since he's made it a challenge.] Except maybe I think different since I am the one enjoying the view.
[Stepping outside her door, she shuts it and locks it before smoothly tucking the key into a front pocket and taking his arm. There are some courtesies that she enjoys, this is one of them.]
About the place we're going or the types of dances I'll be teaching you? [There's a devious note to her gaze as they walk. Maybe she wants to keep an element of surprise.]
Breeches or pants, it would not change the view. [It is odd to say but he is getting used at women glancing at his crotch. It seems an important part of everything. It could be that in modern times women cared more for the size of a man's cock.]
Both. [He smiles when she looks at him with a mischievous sort of look in her eyes.] I have a hard time imagining how these modern dances are.
[Quite the opposite of the ones he knows of, he is sure about that.]
It's more about the challenge now than the view. [She murmurs softly, leaning against him as they walk down the stairs. The help he provides isn't necessary, but he seems like the type that would enjoy helping out a lady with such things.]
Well, the music will be loud. There will be a bar, a nice selection of seating areas, and a couple of dance floors. The dances will fit the music, and we will be quite close to one another. [And he may still have a hard time with these modern dances, but she kind of expects this as a result.] Think you can handle that?
Am I a challenge to you? [Robb's smile is a suprised and amused one. She is trying to charm him, he knows that and he wonders why he keeps on pretending to be oblivious to that.]
I have danced close with women once or twice. [During the harvest feasts, during the moments where high lords sent their daughters to Winterfell in the hope that Eddard Stark would promise his oldest son to them.] And I would like something to drink before you teach me.
[He guides her through the streets and it is obvious that they need to be at that place there, where the music can be heard outside and where said music does not sound like proper music. More like drums and bips and bops.]
Your pants are a challenge to me. [She counters playfully, not really seeing him as a conquest or challenge per say.] You're a friend, not a challenge. [Difficult at times sure, but she enjoys his company and cares about his well being here.]
Not like this. I promise. [At his request, Sheva nods and slips her hand down to his before wrapping it around her waist and leaving it there with a happy hum as they approach the door.] A drink would be nice.
[Robb laughs at that.] I take it a modern lady like you has never seen a pair of breeches, no? [And then the laughter becomes a broad smile.] I consider you my friend as well.
[The change in closeness is not something he minds. He has held hands with Anna and Verity and his hand rests gently against her side.] You do not know how close Westerosi dances can get. So how can you say that? [The tone of his voice is playful.]
Aye. And I doubt if those noises can be considered music.
Not until I came here. [It surprises her that the closeness doesn't bother him, pleasantly even. She handles the line easily, ushering them past security with a polite, but knowing, smile.
Sheva finds it even more pleasing that they've fallen into comfortable bantering, teasing and testing the waters as she led them both to the bar.] Call it an educated guess. Will you show me those if mine aren't close enough for your liking?
It's a different sort of music. [But she'd consider it music. Drums were great to move ones body to after all.] What would you like to drink? [She'll order herself a whiskey and ginger, then whatever he wishes while passing the bartender a card and telling him to start a tab.]
I thought that much. [He is chuckling now, hiding his nervosity very well. Robb has always been taught how to be polite and a hand on her side isn't a very serious thing. Not as serious as holding Anna's hand has been to him.]
Of course. Even though I do not think this would be a fitting place for Westerosi dances. Some involve a lot of singing and clapping.
[When entering the place his eyes grow large and his ears have a bit of trouble with accepting all of this. It are sounds, and somewhere there is a melody, but this is not what he is used to. And the people... A frown grows on his face while Sheva guides him to the bar.]
Same for me. [He nods at the innkeeper before he moves to sit on one of the stools to look around him.] They sure seem to have fun...
[The loud music isn't her favorite thing either, but the crowded atmosphere helps sell the dance. It's difficult to hear him, so she leans close, stepping between his knees and putting a hand on either thigh near his knees. Sheva smiles in slight apology.] I don't go to these places often. The lights, the noise... [She swallows, a flash of battle causing her to close her eyes briefly, opening them again seconds later.] And the people are sometimes too much.
[Liquor helps, but mostly it's being there with someone else that distracts her well enough. The point is that she's not going to make him stay here all night. Just enough so that they have a few drinks and then dance for a while at least. She promised that she'd show him how.] I told you that the dances were close.
[Thankfully, the drinks are here and she holds hers up as a request to clink glasses.] To friends and trying new things.
[This is not a feast and not even close to the welcome parties close to the beach. He had to become real drunk to even try this. It would mean trouble inside his breeches. Robb has poor self-control regarding that.
When her hands slide over his knees he shifts a little but does not move away. He smiles instead.] It is quite...a lot. [He does not like the way the light flicker in such a fast way.] They are...are you really planning to move against me in such a way?
[He takes the glass and sips on it. It is something stronger than ale. Or Dornish red, for that matter.]
Aye, to friends and modern dances.
[After those words he takes a larger sip and, gods, does it burn down his throat.]
Let me know if it's really too much. [He's not from a time where there are bombs and gunfire, so while the flashes are likely annoying, they aren't going to trigger a flashback. They luckily haven't yet for her. She's hoping to keep it that way.
Her fingers trace shapes over the leather of his breeches as he asks that question. Sheva smiles, trying not to smirk too much.] Yes. That's the dance. [A brief pause.] Do you think you'll be blushing like a maid? [Among other, more obvious results to such a friction-filled encounter.
The toast leads to her taking a drink, and it's obvious that she's used to the liquor. There's not much of a face, or any sort of cough. When she's finished, she sets her drink back onto the bar.] What do you think?
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Date: 2015-05-14 10:00 pm (UTC)[She grins at his response, keeping a soft chuckle at bay.] Yes, through the phone. Are you sure? You must promise not to share this with anyone else.
[Doesn't matter if he's sure. Sheva takes a picture of her from the side in a full length mirror, arm strategically over her chest (but there's side breast showing anyways). At least she's wearing dark skinny jeans and some heels?]
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Date: 2015-05-15 06:11 am (UTC)[He understands that sexy means something like 'alluring' and he wonders if this will be something for him.
Breeches aren't entirely 'sexy'.]
My lady, you are not wearing enough clothes.
[After getting that picture the biggest and reddest blush spreads over his face.]
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Date: 2015-05-15 11:52 am (UTC)[Yes that is her grin widening as their conversation continues. Sheva's fairly certain that he'll look quite lovely in those pants.]
I'm not done dressing. I'll be wearing a shirt. [Or most of a shirt, at least.] I'm hoping you'll like it.
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Date: 2015-05-15 12:22 pm (UTC)I am sure it will be a pleasant meeting.
[But what he expects is something horrible and he'll probably end up blushing even more.]
That is good. Where do you want me to wait for you??
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Date: 2015-05-15 12:35 pm (UTC)I'll text you the address of the place, or you can swing by here and we can walk together?
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Date: 2015-05-15 01:25 pm (UTC)[Or it won't be.]
We could go together, my lady. I would like that.
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Date: 2015-05-15 01:49 pm (UTC)I would too. I'll send you my address since I've moved. We can walk from there.
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Date: 2015-05-15 02:06 pm (UTC)Aye. I will fetch my best breeches for the occasion.
I will see you there.
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Date: 2015-05-15 02:11 pm (UTC)[When he arrives, Sheva's ready. It's in her habit to be prompt, and to her that means early. As promised, she's put on a shirt, but it only appears to cover the front and only parts of her back. Her apartment is a third floor walk up, so he might have to put his legs to work a bit. If she can do it in heels, then he can do it in tighter pants.]
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Date: 2015-05-15 02:58 pm (UTC)[When Robb arrives he is wearing his leather breeches, sturdy boots and a modern, light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He has combed his hair and well, he does look quite 'sexy'. He even left the two buttons on top of his shirt open so she can have a glance at his chest.
The stairs are no problem for him and he will be knocking her door before she knows it.]
Lady Sheva, it is I, Robb.
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Date: 2015-05-15 03:07 pm (UTC)Until he announces himself, and then her mouth twists in a manner that tells of her trying her best not to laugh. Her eyes give it away though, but there's also quiet appreciation as she glances him over. It'll be vocal appreciation once she chokes down her laughter.]
Yes. I believe you're correct. [She coughs before grinning.] I'm glad you wore the pants. They look very attractive. You look rather attractive.
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Date: 2015-05-15 03:17 pm (UTC)No, these are my leather breeches. I rather do not wear those pants.
[The smile around his lips is an apologetic one.]
Heh, I do not have to look modern to be looking good, not?
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Date: 2015-05-15 03:28 pm (UTC)[Her head shakes again, bouncing her loose hair about her shoulders as she smiles. She hadn't suggested he was unattractive in the slightest, so she feels zero need to apologize.] Shall we?
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Date: 2015-05-15 03:33 pm (UTC)[Robb nods at her question and offers her his arm. Common courtesy, mostly belonging to the days of old.]
Aye. [He turns halfway.] Tell me what I can expect when we walk.
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Date: 2015-05-15 03:38 pm (UTC)[Stepping outside her door, she shuts it and locks it before smoothly tucking the key into a front pocket and taking his arm. There are some courtesies that she enjoys, this is one of them.]
About the place we're going or the types of dances I'll be teaching you? [There's a devious note to her gaze as they walk. Maybe she wants to keep an element of surprise.]
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Date: 2015-05-15 03:48 pm (UTC)Both. [He smiles when she looks at him with a mischievous sort of look in her eyes.] I have a hard time imagining how these modern dances are.
[Quite the opposite of the ones he knows of, he is sure about that.]
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Date: 2015-05-15 04:01 pm (UTC)Well, the music will be loud. There will be a bar, a nice selection of seating areas, and a couple of dance floors. The dances will fit the music, and we will be quite close to one another. [And he may still have a hard time with these modern dances, but she kind of expects this as a result.] Think you can handle that?
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Date: 2015-05-15 04:16 pm (UTC)I have danced close with women once or twice. [During the harvest feasts, during the moments where high lords sent their daughters to Winterfell in the hope that Eddard Stark would promise his oldest son to them.] And I would like something to drink before you teach me.
[He guides her through the streets and it is obvious that they need to be at that place there, where the music can be heard outside and where said music does not sound like proper music. More like drums and bips and bops.]
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Date: 2015-05-15 04:28 pm (UTC)Not like this. I promise. [At his request, Sheva nods and slips her hand down to his before wrapping it around her waist and leaving it there with a happy hum as they approach the door.] A drink would be nice.
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Date: 2015-05-15 05:11 pm (UTC)[The change in closeness is not something he minds. He has held hands with Anna and Verity and his hand rests gently against her side.] You do not know how close Westerosi dances can get. So how can you say that? [The tone of his voice is playful.]
Aye. And I doubt if those noises can be considered music.
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Date: 2015-05-15 05:56 pm (UTC)Sheva finds it even more pleasing that they've fallen into comfortable bantering, teasing and testing the waters as she led them both to the bar.] Call it an educated guess. Will you show me those if mine aren't close enough for your liking?
It's a different sort of music. [But she'd consider it music. Drums were great to move ones body to after all.] What would you like to drink? [She'll order herself a whiskey and ginger, then whatever he wishes while passing the bartender a card and telling him to start a tab.]
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Date: 2015-05-15 06:32 pm (UTC)Of course. Even though I do not think this would be a fitting place for Westerosi dances. Some involve a lot of singing and clapping.
[When entering the place his eyes grow large and his ears have a bit of trouble with accepting all of this. It are sounds, and somewhere there is a melody, but this is not what he is used to. And the people... A frown grows on his face while Sheva guides him to the bar.]
Same for me. [He nods at the innkeeper before he moves to sit on one of the stools to look around him.] They sure seem to have fun...
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Date: 2015-05-15 06:45 pm (UTC)[Liquor helps, but mostly it's being there with someone else that distracts her well enough. The point is that she's not going to make him stay here all night. Just enough so that they have a few drinks and then dance for a while at least. She promised that she'd show him how.] I told you that the dances were close.
[Thankfully, the drinks are here and she holds hers up as a request to clink glasses.] To friends and trying new things.
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Date: 2015-05-16 09:13 pm (UTC)When her hands slide over his knees he shifts a little but does not move away. He smiles instead.] It is quite...a lot. [He does not like the way the light flicker in such a fast way.] They are...are you really planning to move against me in such a way?
[He takes the glass and sips on it. It is something stronger than ale. Or Dornish red, for that matter.]
Aye, to friends and modern dances.
[After those words he takes a larger sip and, gods, does it burn down his throat.]
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Date: 2015-05-17 03:19 am (UTC)Her fingers trace shapes over the leather of his breeches as he asks that question. Sheva smiles, trying not to smirk too much.] Yes. That's the dance. [A brief pause.] Do you think you'll be blushing like a maid? [Among other, more obvious results to such a friction-filled encounter.
The toast leads to her taking a drink, and it's obvious that she's used to the liquor. There's not much of a face, or any sort of cough. When she's finished, she sets her drink back onto the bar.] What do you think?
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