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Post by Eric Graham on Apr 23, 2013 15:24:10 GMT -5
I raise my eyebrows and smirk at her. "Wow. You already have my respect. Experienced so much and still looking better than some ordinary girls." Okay what was going on with me? I was flirting with her and it is a really long time ago that I did something like that. But I like it.
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 23, 2013 18:17:01 GMT -5
I raise an eyebrow. Are you flirting with me, Mr. Graham? A small smirk plays on my lips. A take a sip of my drink and a coy smile plays on my lips. I like him. He's funny; charming, and he's complimentary.
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Post by Eric Graham on Apr 24, 2013 10:38:12 GMT -5
I raise my hands and look at her while I can't resist to smile. Guilty as hell ma'm. I notice her smile while she asks me if I'm flirting with her and I realize tht she does like it. Point for me. I grin an wink while I'm taking another sip of my drink.
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 24, 2013 18:58:06 GMT -5
I raise an eyebrow. Ma'am? I may be 900 years old, but I sure as hell don't look it. I tease and smirk. I assure you, Mr. Graham, I'm in my prime, in every possible way. I look at him and a coy smile graces my lips.
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Post by Eric Graham on Apr 25, 2013 18:16:26 GMT -5
I laugh as she says it. okay okay I didn't want to hurt your feeling by telling you that you're older than me. I tease her and wink. I know she won't be mad at me. Well, hopefully. i have to admit I like to be around you Rebekah. You are different than many others.
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 25, 2013 18:20:20 GMT -5
I smirk. Half the men I've dated were younger than me. A coy smile crosses my lips as I look at him. I like being around you too, Ric. You're different than most men around here. You're a gentleman, but you have a sharp wit. It's charming. I take a sip of my drink and a smile crosses my lips.
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Post by Eric Graham on Apr 25, 2013 18:30:06 GMT -5
More compliments. She is definitely interested. Good that I am as well. Good that you feel like that. Because I need someone showing me around this little town. Guess you're the lucky one. I raise my eyebrow while taking another sip if my drink. Hers is empty. I wave to the bartender to give her another drink. Its on me.
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 25, 2013 18:31:42 GMT -5
I take a sip of the new drink. I nod in thanks before raising an eyebrow. Do I look like a tour guide? I say half-seriously but my tone is teasing. There's not much to show. There's nothing to do in this bloody town.
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Post by Eric Graham on Apr 25, 2013 18:46:51 GMT -5
No, but I needed a reason to see you again. I smile a little and look to her waiting for any reaction.
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 25, 2013 18:55:41 GMT -5
I glance at the stage set up in the back as a Jazz band starts to play. The 20s, my favorite decade. Mr. Graham, there are more simple ways of making that happen. I raise an eyebrow. Ask me to dance, ask me on a date.
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Post by Eric Graham on Apr 25, 2013 20:22:26 GMT -5
I empty my own glass and stand up. Would you like to dance with me? I smirk at her and make a formal gesture and kiss her hand. Let's give me a chance to show you what a great dancer I am, I say smiling at her.
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 26, 2013 11:33:28 GMT -5
I nod and a small smile crosses my lips as he leads me to the dance floor. A proper gentleman. I've missed the days of dancing rather than grinding. It was a much more polite time. People didn't have sex to have sex; there was meaning, things were genuine.
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Post by Eric Graham on Apr 27, 2013 8:48:44 GMT -5
My hands rest on her waist and we slowly start to dance to the relaxing music. I look down to her and meet her eyes. She is absolutely stunning. And I want to get to know her better. Would you mind to go on a date with me? I'm actually not that direct and fast in those things but I really do like you I have to admit. And I guess you wouldn't go out of my mid anyways. I pray for a yes. I was never o sure about getting to know someone so badly. This time it's different. She's different.
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 27, 2013 16:37:01 GMT -5
My arms are crossed around his neck as I look up at him. I'd like that, Ric. He's the first man I've met who doesn't know all of my history. He wants to get to know me; he doesn't see me as just what he's read in books.
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Post by Eric Graham on Apr 28, 2013 13:49:23 GMT -5
I smile and pull her closer to me. Very good. But you have to help me figure out where the date should be. I have no clue. I mean would you prefer Bingo? i ask teasingly but try to keep a straight face while I'm saying it.
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