<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/29/fe/e3/29fee345d3ea45a495a6225f5a662886.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Corwin Lynch (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293586.msg14412647#msg14412647)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>9-ish, June First<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lanai, Bar<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Quenching a Thirst<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Light<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Selene David, OPEN<br/><hr/>Corwin chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, I have to admit, I'm a little disappointed in myself. I would have thought that I had spent enough time in the colonies to have lost my original accent. I tried not to, but I'll be the first to admit that I didn't try very hard. Irish is the kind of accent that you lose more and more of each time you leave the Emerald Isle, and you get back again when you visit."<br/><br/>He noted that she was leaning closer. Considering that they weren't even seated that far away from each other, and that the music wasn't loud enough to need her to come closer to hear what he had to say, he smiled and followed suit, using the bartop to keep balance as he leaned in a bit closer. His hand moved subtly closer, almost hidden in the dim light before he brushed his callous fingers lightly over her cheek and tugged a few errant strands of hair from her cheek and tucking it lightly behind her ear.<br/><br/>"I'm Irish, see, and while I spent a lot of time trying to forget it, I don't think it'll ever forget me," He said, keeping his smile charming and pleasant, letting her think he was speaking in riddles when in fact he was speaking very, very literally. Everyone always assumed that you were playing games, never expecting you to speak the truth as openly or obviously as he had.<br/><br/>Well, he hoped it wasn't that obviously, anyways.<br/><br/>"For myself, I'm terrible at placing American accents, though I could probably be able to call out an Irishman and even an Scotsman to within a mile from where he was born. Your accent is American though, yes?" He ran his finger down from her cheek to trace over her neck and down under her chin, subtly making sure that her attention stayed on him.<br/><br/>He left his finger under her chin as he looked away, taking a moment to take a sip from his drink before turning back to look at her. "Shall we play a game, Miss David?" He used the 'Miss' with a hint of a question.