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[center][sub]Interaction with [@Sadie][/sub][/center]
[indent] Rhys took a slow first sip of his beer. It was nice and cold, despite not having that kick of actual alcohol. Look at him, he's starting to sound like an alcoholic at this point. He darted his tongue out slightly to lick the foam from his upper lip and scanned the crowd. It wasn't even that late yet, and some people were already drunk out of their minds. Even though he liked a beer, Rhys hadn't been drunk a day in his life. How could people let it get that far, anyway? The crowd sure was an interesting one, though also one amusing enough to look at. 

The two Mai Tai women beside him struck up a conversation, and while he didn't really mean to eavesdrop, it was kind of nice to listen to a normal topic. He hadn't missed the second woman's eyes on his beer order, and then to him. As if to calculate why. He sure didn't look like the type who wouldn't drink. Still, his eyes flickered to hers for a brief moment and he couldn't see any judgement. Just curiosity, like a mystery to solve. He winked at her instead, and let his focus stray to the dancing floor while taking a sip. On the other side of him, two girls were definitely not passing the Bechdel test. The comment they made about some men on the dancefloor were downright disrespectful, and then he heard the attention shift to him. How hot he looked, and how alone. Almost doing rock paper scissors on who could approach him. Old Rhys would be flattered, but now it just irked him. The difference in brain cells of the ladies to his right and the ladies to his left was very telling. One of them got up to approach him. Time to move away from the bar.

But just as he pushed off, that familiar blonde from earlier walked up to the bar like she was on a mission, and he decided to linger. He keep his eyes on her as he followed her walk, a bounce in her step, curious if she was coming for a drink, or him. Or both. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't seen her before. He had seen her sprawled out on a tanning bed at least two times when he had gone for a quick swim to soothe his pain. He recognised the dusting of freckles on her face. She wasn't indecisive, either, she was definitely approaching him. His saviour. For that alone, she deserved a drink. She cut him off from brainless #1 and #2 and he grinned, angling his body towards her as she made her visit to him clear. Ah, she was American like him. She had a risqué sparkle in her eyes. He appreciated that, and his intrigued meter went up. 

Leaning against the bar with his good arm, he felt the fingers of his other hand around his beer tingle painfully and he flexed them, but just to be safe he placed the glass back on the counter as he locked eye contact with the blonde. [color=E59866]"I'd be honoured to."[/color] He said, one corner of his mouth lifting into a smile, the dimple in his cheek coming forward. He turned to the bartender that awaited her order and said [color=E59866]"Whatever the lady wants."[/color] Then shifted his focus back on her, waiting for her to place her order before he engaged further. 

Taking his beer back in his hand, he looked at her with amused features. [color=E59866]"You on vacation here, too? Enjoying the sun?"[/color] He inquired, letting his eyes roam briefly over her olive tan, freckles on more than just her nose, he noticed.


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