<b><a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=84757&amp;pid=2043307#pid2043307">Arthur Connington</a></b><br/><b>Location:</b>Apartment 901.<br/><b>Tag:</b>Cassie Gutierrez.<br/><b>Time:</b>Mid to late evening.<br/><br/>"I'll leave the drinks to the professional then" Arthur was glad that she touched him, she followed him in that awkwardness of not doing what to do. If he didn't want to keep feeling like the elevator talk was about himself, about how he sabotaged himself instead of trying to be happy he had to do something, to change at least a bit. Just going out with that young and wonderful girl was no use if he botched it with his mood swings. Leaving Cassie with his cocktail cabinet to arrange whatever she pleased for the both of them, he went to a corner of the living room where a few music gadgets ruled the space. Arthur liked to write to music sometimes, and just listening in general, so he had plenty of choices when it came to music and ways to play it. Wanting to own that he was indeed older, even if he wasn't as old as<a class="link link--external" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hrr3dp7zRQY" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">the record</a>in his hands, he wanted to put some vinyl on the player, making the room fill with jazz. It started quite upbeat, but he well knew that it was varied on its pacing and atmosphere.<br/><br/>Returning to the couch as soon as Cassie was done readying the drinks, Arthur felt comfortable with Cassie leaning on him, although it was a bit odd to share so much, he couldn't help to find her interest and questions pleasing. "I don't play favorites, I guess I can be a bit whimsical at times" he answered to the favorite character question. He had a few books that formed short series and trilogies, but most of his work was one shots. "I guess that I like being excited with what I do?" he confessed in a form of question, his cheeks getting a bit red be it by the talk or the drinks. "But I mostly like the idea of entertaining others, of making them..." Arthur doubted what word to use, having trouble getting naughty with Cassie. "Happy I guess" he ended up wording, even if he and probably also Cassie knew that he meant horny with that.<br/><br/>Arthur listened with attention to what Cassie had to share, and frowned a bit when she downplayed it. Arthur caressed Cassie's cheek with the back of his free left hand, having a drink in the right one. "There is nothing pathetic in doing what you love, in yearning for it" Arthur assured looking at her eyes. "It doesn't matter how you got there, even if it was community service, sometimes we end up finding what we like in the strangest ways" he said, a hint of melancholy in his eyes and again the scratching of his empty ring finger on the left hand.