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>>Stirring the pot- Vika[@PrinceAlexus]. Being a general buffoon [@KatKook] More surpirses, just for you [@Pilatus]
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After regaining his footing, Ryan quickly got up and straightened himself out. [color=00aeef]"I apologize for being so absentminded. Are you two alright?"[/color] He asked, seeing as the other...boy?... helped the girl up. [color=00aeef]"I'm fine. Again, sorry for bumping into the two of you. Hopefully I didn't disturb a moment. It is in the air after all..."[/color] Ryan chuckled, trying to defuse the tension.

[color=00aeef]"Uh. My name is Ryan. Ryan woods. and you two are...?"[/color] He said, waiting for their names. He can't go on calling him guy one and her girl one for the rest of the night, could he? It [i]would[/i] keep things simple, but it would just be rude to do so. Ryan shuffled over, gesturing to the bench the other male was already sitting one, offering the girl to sit. [color=00aeef]"No, I wouldn't say that it is my first time out. I usually am working this time of day, though. So, I don't get out much."[/color] He said, trying to keep his profession out of his mouth as per usual. [color=00aeef]"What about you? You get out much?"[/color]

Here he goes. Starting to stumble over his words. There definitely are better opener than 'You get out much?'. Just what in the hell was he doing, he thought to himself. Then the second thought crept in. Why did he care so much? He had only met these two. Sure, he bumped into her, and nearly knocked her over. But, she is good, he is good, no harm, no foul. Typically, people would have just dusted themselves off and went on with their days. What was he doing still just awkwardly hanging around?... Could it be the atmosphere? Could it be the meaning to the event? Was love really in the air tonight, or something? Or perhaps he had set himself up when he decided to not be a hermit on his rare days off and venture out of his house. Fate has a funny way to toying with you, he always believed. Ryan was a believer in cosmic karma, what goes around comes back around and all that. 

Now he is sweating, slightly. The weather was still cool, but he was nervous. Shit, he was more at ease cooking for the Führer de Gourmet just last weekend. A small interaction with two strangers was freaking him out. Or maybe its because he sent a rather...risky...text to Vika just moments ago. To which he knew she had replied. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He hadn't checked the contents of that message yet. He doesn't know if he wants to either. In any case, back to the situation at hand. For some reason, Ryan had thoughts of 'either this guy leaves this girl or I'll have to'. He tried his best to read the body language between the two in front of him to gauge their involvement with each other. Judging by the fact that they didn't just shuffle off right away, Ryan made the bold guess that they're not here on a date.

'So you're saying there is a chance...?' Ryan thought. Wait. Why? Why did he think that? If he wasn't in public, he would have shook his head to try to get rid of the thought. What is happening. Why was he behaving like this? Where is the calm and collected Kobayashi Satoshi, sushi chef? Where is this little teenaged Ryan woods coming from...

As there was a brief moment between the two of them, Ryan did his best to speed read Vika's message. 

Ahhh shit. Well... She responded alright.

Formulating a response, Ryan tried to dissect the message. He wants to probe further. He is going to probe further. Fuck it. He was already in deep anyways. Whats another message to possible ruin whatever there could have been with Vika?

Speaking to the two in front of him, Ryan said [color=00aeef]"Please excuse me for just a moment. For my rudeness, first round of drinks are on me, just pick the spot and we'll go."[/color] As he finished his sentence, he looked back down on his phone to start his reply to Vika

-[color=00aeef]Well. Never mind about the body guards. I don't care about that. Unsecured line. I don't think anyone is tapping my phone. And thats not a thought a nor...[/color]-

Ryan paused. Thinking about his next words, he deletes some letters.

-[color=00aeef]Thats not something that just comes into mind unless you're in that field. Nevermind all that. A story for the media. Is that all you take me for? Some rank media sleuth, out here to get the latest scoop on Victoria Romus? What a ridiculous notion. I asked because I cared. Someone with your pedigree and background, the father to your children should be around constantly, making sure you want for nothing. I mean, for fuck sakes, given your reluctance to talk about it, I would even go as far as to call it something along the lines of him hitting it and quitting it. Feel free to correct me. Matter of fact, feel free to send Charles or whoever to collect me. Seeing as we're both in Light Lane. If you want to continue in person that is[/color]-

Ryan looked back as his message. Why was he being so harsh? His word choice was much more direct than how he usually speaks. Where is the courage or boldness coming from? He hasn't been drinking, and not that he was a brave drunk anyways. His thumb hovered over the send button once again. This time, with less hesitation, he tapped on the button and sent the message on it way. There was no turning back now.

Fuck, now he really wants that drink. Who the hell was he to suggest that Vika was the subject of some guy railin' and bailin'? God dammit. 

Looking back at the two in front of him, he cleared his throat. [color=00aeef]"So uh, yeah, that round of drinks?"[/color] He said, feigning a smile.

What was he truly after. The twenty-three year old, potentially single mother? Or just the company of some strangers...?