<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/09/4d/5b/094d5b142474cf8e2ccb68f67d7c4034.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Hetero<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019, evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At the aforementioned very exquisite restaurant<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Suit As Pictured</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fbeardresource.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2016%2F07%2Fbeards-and-suit.jpg&amp;f=1)</div></div>Jacket, vest and tie are off (thanks to Elsa and her attentive fingers)<br/><br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one as yet<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The difference between this date and the previous was stark.  Elsa had a playfulness that relaxed him and he sincerely wished he had not had the previous date where Grace revealed some sort of strategy that she had about him coupling up with Elsa all so that Grace felt more secure in the villa.  All it really did was send a thread of doubt dancing through him that made him question Elsa's intentions.  There was a lot more game in this game than he first anticipated.<br/><br/>She had a super-weird handshake that made him grin but she was small, Swedish and nervous.  He chalked it up to some combination of those three things and that the situation was a lot to deal with.  She also had fantastic eyebrows and eyes he could fall into and have a nap in..so he was willing to cut her some slack on the handshake.  The summoning of him to come closer with one of her fingers was a siren song to him.  He leaned in further and lower, unsure as to just what she intended.  A smile formed and he felt a warmth suffuse him when her soft lips touched his cheek.  He held her gaze after the kiss, his hand still holding hers...contemplating a proper kiss.  His thumb lightly brushed against her index finger and he was content for the moment when the drinks arrived.<br/><br/>It wasn't remotely surprising that she burst into song...a drinking song no less.  While a Swedish drinking song was unfamiliar to him, drinking songs definitely were not.  After a deployment ended the people involved on the fire crews usually got pretty...rowdy.  Just like everything else that Elsa did...her singing was charming and decidedly small, golden and a crazy combination of sexy and sweet.<br/><br/>He didn't hesitate when she toasted him and her father, his eyes meeting hers as he knocked back the shot.  It was like a mild, less devastating version of Jagermeister.  He placed the shot glass smoothly upside down on the bar, lightly smacking his hand on the top of the bar to get the bartender's attention...which they already had but habits died hard.  With his other hand he made a short twirling motion with his index finger up in the air to summon another round.<br/><br/>He was still holding Elsa's gaze as she grew quiet and the second round of Akavit arrived.  He lifted his shot and tipped his head slightly in respect.  He didn't know the story about her father but he knew well enough that if you're toasting someone not in the room...it's either a great story, a sad story...or both.<em>"To your father..." </em>, he spoke in a solemn tone.<em>"At least half of who you are is because of him, so that must make him pretty spectacular."</em>He nodded his head once more in respect for drinking the shot smoothly and placing it upside down atop the bar.  He was too busy watching Elsa to have noticed the bartender had already retrieved the two empty shots and wiped the bar surface down.<br/><br/>