(AU!) still not a date! [closed: mischievous-shinigami~]
The very second the waiters had brought the first course, she took a bite of the poached salmon and then let out a great ol’ sigh. Food was a good nerve-easer. “I’d like that,” Avery said to the running offer, stretching out her own legs just a bit, then bringing them back in close to her. “Just let me know when, and I’ll be there.”
When the two came to some kind of an understanding, her face began to turn back to a normal color. But subconsciously, she was still bright red from that little mishap. The blonde took a sip of some water instead, hoping to get rid of the excess embarrassment. Anyone could have made that mistake- anyone! she figured, shrugging her shoulders and continuing to dig into the first course (which was really good, by the way). It just happened to be me this time. “I can kinda see why- you do come off as a big ol’ flirt, intended or not.”
That part, she didn’t regret saying. Someone was going to have to tell him sooner or later (figuring that Alan had already noticed it), and since they were there, Avery took that chance.
“But it seems fairly natural for you, so it makes sense.”
Ronald smiled. “Sounds like a plan,” he said with a little wink. She seemed to be enjoying the dinner—good. Alan had carefully chosen everything; he’d insisted that Ronald should trust his judgment. Alan was always right about this sort of thing….
“A big flirt?” Ronald tipped his head back and laughed merrily. “Aye… I must admit I know where yer comin’ from. I mean well—‘onest!—but sometimes meanin’ well comes across as bein’ flirty. Alan’s said it to me more’n once before.”
He leaned back in his chair, smiling fondly at the memory. He thought nothing of waltzing through the Dispatch, cooing at all the girls, waving and smiling and cracking jokes, but apparently that was flirty behavior. Or, at least to Alan it was, judging by how the brunet always seemed to blush scarlet and ball his hands up into fists unconsciously (a situation which was often reversed by a quick trip to the storage closet where Ronald exercised his Appreciation Of Alan.)
“I’m awful sorry if I came across tha’ way!” he chuckled, smiling jovially and shaking is head a bit. “Ooh, Alan would ‘ave such a laugh.”
“It’s alright- trust me, at least yours is relatively endearing,” she commented, tapping her nails on the table lightly, “I’ve met a lot worse.” Avery could think of at least five people right off the top of her head- male and female- who might even be able to make Ronald blush. It was that bad. But, it kept life interesting, and that was why she kept those people around for the most part.
“…And all of that makes me curious. What’s he even like?”
She was asking the question rather sincerely- this guy must have been some kind of a demigod from the way that the redhead talked about him. Hell, maybe I can learn from this, she thought, a smirk forming on her face yet again. Probably asking him on this “date” was the dumbest mistake of all, but now that she was there, and the worst was pretty much over, there could possibly be a chance to take it in and make sure nothing as ridiculous ever happened again. But there was never a guarantee for Miss Avery Chance.
So the best thing she could do as of now was merely listen to what he had to say. And, y’know, try not to gaze too deeply into his absurdly green eyes.
