old man. always the old man. he smirked good-naturedly at her and pulled out the chair. ”i dunno whatchya mean, remi. i’m just networkin’.” sitting down, he leaned back, at ease.

he found her more and more interesting each time. while women came and went, she kept coming back with the same look in her eye. the same comments...

”y’know, i’m gon’ start thinkin’ yer sweet on me er sum’m.” his grin was never too serious, but his gaze was curious.

Remi Cassel

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She shifts the sleeping cub in her arms to snuggle into her lap as she sits. One leg crosses over the other and she idly strokes the Teddiursa. Her expression remains teasing, but seems to falter ever so slightly at his insinuation.

"And what if I were? Does a woman who knows what she likes intimidate you, Roach?"

Just networking he said. She smirks.

virgil roach

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the look in her eye was like cinnamon in his soul. it tickled and drew him in, and soon he had left his slouch to instead lean over the table on his arms at her. she had his attention—more and more, he realized.

his voice dropped in volume, gravelly and low, but soft, ”on the contrary, darlin’. a woman that knows what she wants suits me just fine.”

comfortable looking her dead in the eyes despite the feelings she gave him, he asked with a teasing nod of his chin, ”you networkin’, too?”

Remi Cassel

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Something, perhaps the look in her eye or the honesty in her words, brings Roach a little bit closer. He abandons his indifferent slouch to lean in, across the table. His elbows prop him up and she encourages his intrigue with her own. The woman leans against the table too, happy to exist just out of reach.

"Good, 'cause you're the only one I like to call me darlin'."

She willingly lets her attention travel over the sharp curve of his lips and the angle of his cheek-- but she glances back up at his question. It prompts a sly grin out of the woman, and she leans back ever so slightly.

"Sure. You never know who you might find at an event like this."

Though, she is definitely not here for anything but a means to line her pockets. Roach was a happy coincidence, one she would happily go home with later.

virgil roach

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”then i’ll keep doin’ it.”

he reflected her, smirking back. shoulders moving in the same way, as drew back again some, in a way he didn’t realize himself. she was captivating. the way her eyes traveled over his lips made him want to pull her away, somewhere else. somewhere private. but he stayed seated. he had networking to do.

he laughed at her remark.

”yer right about that. i met kyle lopez earlier.” he’d also met the famous model luka chêne . not exactly the collection of people he’d expected to be at such a function, for whatever reason.

Remi Cassel

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Remi smiles, evidently satisfied with that answer.

More and more, she realized how attracted she was to him. He mirrored her, reciprocated, followed cues. There was a hunger in his attention that left her wanting. Seeing him now was enough to convince her to ditch the rest of the event and take him home.

"Is that right? The champion, huh? Was he larger than life, everything you expected?"

But just as she asks this, the buzzer goes off to signal the end of this rotation. She rises to her feet and collects her sleeping Teddiursa. With a sidelong glance, she waits a moment before heading on her way.

"Find me later."

virgil roach

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roach shrugged. ”wasn’t really expectin’ nothin’, i guess.”

the look in his eyes was definitely hunger. remi was captivating. she had attitude, power. she didn’t seem to give a shit. she’d pulled him in herself, and after he’d gotten a taste...

”yes ma’am.” he watched her leave, smirking, like the cat who'd gotten the cream. ”yes, ma’am.” with a chuckle to himself, he got up and moved on to the next table.

Remi Cassel

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