<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3d/Aj14.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Selene David (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293586.msg14412754#msg14412754)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Sunday, June 1st<br/><strong>Where:</strong>At the bar chatting with an Irishman<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Enjoying an evening off<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Light<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>A soft laugh parted Selene's lips as Corwin spoke. She traveled enough to know it wasn't entirely unusual for people from across the Atlantic to call America, "colonies" but it still made her chuckle every time she heard it. After all, you'd think kicking some British ass to win their independance would earn them the right to be called a country of their own, but the attitude that they were still just recalcitrant toddlers seemed pervasive. She couldn't help to wonder if it would still be an attitude that was clung to in another 200 years.<br/><br/>She didn't comment on her amusement, however, because he'd leaned closer and was tucking a stray strand of chestnut hair beind her ear, entirely distracting her from whatever thoughts had been swirling through her mind. It was something that both annoyed and enticed her about that first rush of desire, the way it filled and distracted all at the same time. It could make her feel like a bumbling fool and yet she managed to suppress the worst of her tongue-tied tendencies by tipping her head just slightly against his fingertips, savoring the slight roughness of his calloused touch, while letting a slow smile curve her lips.<br/><br/>She'd learned a long time ago that when you felt like you might say something stupid, simply not speaking was a more than valid option.<br/><br/>As she'd suspected he would he continued speaking and she let him while she focused on making her thoughts run coherantly, though she couldn't stop herself from interjecting thoughtfully, "Love it, or hate it, home rarely releases it's grip on any of us, no matter how far we try to run." He could be vague, but she took him at his word even if she didn't entirely understand the meaning behind what he was telling her.<br/><br/>Letting him lift her chin so her eyes had to meet his, there was mischief mingled with desire that she didn't bother trying to hide, in the darkening gaze that met his own as she commented on her accent, "American indeed. Michigan to be exact and, I'm told, we midwesterners pretty much have the most bland accent in the entire country and tend to pick up other cadences when we go travelling," she added with a small shrug.<br/><br/>With his fingers still under her chin, she reached up with her right hand, letting the tips of her nails tease lightly over the pulse point in his wrist, just barely toying with the small hairs that dotted his arm, "What kind of game did you have in mind Mr. Lynch?" she asked, not bothering to answer the slight question she'd heard when he said her name. If he had a question, she was going to make him ask outright...seeing how bold he'd be was half the fun after all.