2020-10-25: Won't You Come See Me - Dalvin Gets InteroFlirted
| Won't You Come See Me[1] - Dalvin Gets InteroFlirted | |
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| Dalvin invites Parker to his apartment | |
| IC Date | October 25, 2020 |
| IC Time | evening |
| Players | Dalvin and Parker |
| Location | Dalvin's Apartment at Summit Springs Apartments |
| Theme Song | Bloody Spider's Breath by Strawberry Fields |
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It takes a bit to drive into Prospect from the western edges of the Cobbe desert. Parker's not to long getting to apartment 404 and then firmly wraps on the door.
- knock* *knock*
All of this arrangement happened so quickly, that by the time Parker knocks on the door, Dalvin is still pulling a fresh shirt onto himself, and spraying himself with cologne. It's a cinnamon, sweet scent that now wafts off of him, and he peeks from his bedroom, past the living room and at the front door. His cheeks flush and he patters after the door, doing his best to rub the scent into his clothes more, in a vein attempt of diluting the smell as much as possibly by spreading it around his form. Sucking in a deep breath, he slowly opens the door to spy Parker.
"I found it fine," Parker says a bit brusquely as she steps into the apartment. Today she's dressed in more color then when Dalvin saw her last: a magenta sports bra can be seen though the gauzy, transparent shirt worn over it which is a paisley pattern with a pale gray background color and tear-drop shapes of pastel orange with splotches of pinks, blues and greens; a black miniskirt and white crushed velvet tights and the same boots she wore previously finish her outfit. "Why should it have been so hard?" she asks as she studies the room, its layout and any possible exits.
When Parker steps into the apartment, Dalvin closes the door behind her and turns to face her more directly, his cheeks flushing with a deeper blush. His own outfit is a pair of jeans with a plain black tee shirt, probably one of his nicer shirts, and his hair is done up neatly, swept over to one side with the sheen of gel obvious in it's copper color. "Sometimes people have an error." He murmurs in an attempt at a playful tone, which is otherwise boggled down with a general shyness to him. "Um, did you want something to drink, maybe?"
"Yes," Parker replies and then resumes examining her host and his apartment.
Dalvin gives Parker something to drink.
Parker takes the glass and looks in it. "Tequila?" she asks before taking a drink and then nodding, "Yes, tequila, not a bad choice." She sips at it again and looks around the place again and sits down on the couch.
For the most part, the apartment itself is rather spartan in design, befitting of a college student who has generally been paying for most of his own things, especially without a roommate. There is indeed a couch though, with a TV on an entertainment center, and a coffee table in between the TV and the couch. Tequila isn't something he -usually- keeps on hand, or rather, doesn't drink often, so what tequila he would have would be most a full bottle. It may be that he's giving it to her just to get rid of it, really.
As she settles down on the couch, Dalvin grabs a beer for himself and makes his way back into the living room looking a bit... Awkward, as though he isn't entirely sure what to do about the situation he's found himself in, or even really unsure of how he found himself in this situation in the first place. Still, his lips curl in a soft, nearly forced smile as he pops open the bottle of beer with a low hiss, and brings it to his lips. Then he shifts towards her, and gestures for the remote nearer to her. "Um, we can watch something, if you'd like...?"
With a nod, Parker agrees to this suggestion. "What do you normally prefer to watch?" she asks as she lifts her booted feet up and rests them on the edge of the coffee table as she makes herself at home.
Since Parker seems to agree with watching TV, Dalvin seems to relax a touch and settle more into his seat, sipping on the beer in hand as he peeks back at the screen. "Oh, well I'm a big nerd, so mostly I personally watch... Science- Science fiction sort of stuff, personally?" He muses and peeks back at her shyly. "But I can watch whatever."
After another swig of the tequila, Parker shrugs. "You pick something, odds are I haven't seen it and I'll see what it is you like," she says. And somehow it sounds more inquisitive and investigative than actually caring what they watch.
"Sure." Dalvin murmurs with some small, shy reluctance, though he relents and reaches forward for the remote to peruse the channels, finally settling on The Big Bang Theory. Then he takes a deeper swig of his beer, and he shifts to turn towards Parker more directly.
As the episode opens the guys are sitting around the table playing a role-playing game. Parker frowns and asks, "What are they doing there, Delwyn?" before she takes another sip of her drink.
There is a quiet peek towards Parker as she asks her question, Dalvin mostly sipping on the beer quietly. The bottle's neck is pressed to his lips as she speaks, and then he bites at his lower lip for a second. "It's a... Board game, kind of." He explains softly, easily understanding that not everyone is familiar with D&D. "It's... A whole thing. It takes a while to learn how to play, but it can be very fun and rewarding once you are familiar with the mechanics."
Parker's frown deepens and she watches the scene which fades to the introductory song - which she seems to enjoy - and then cuts to commercial. She turns to Dalvin and says, "They didn't seem to be building or repairing anything," and then asks, "Where were the mechanics?" completely seriously and quite obviously not 'playing' dumb on this topic. Must be more like Penny then any of the other women on the program.
Blinking with some level of developing confusion within his gaze, Dalvin takes another deep sip of the beer, finishing it off and then pausing more to consider her question. "Um, what?" He asks softly, and then bites at his lower lip for a second. "I guess it depends on if they have an artificer in the party? I... Wasn't paying enough attention to everyone's role in the party."
Parker pulls her feet off the table and tucks them beneath herself as she turns to face Dalvin instead of the TV. The commercial may have ended but she's not paying attention to it now. "What party? I saw food but they didn't really seem to be having a party. Also, they didn't really seem to like the tall skinny one very much." She pauses and says, "He said some things that would put him at risk of facing my anger if addressed to me," as if a mild threat is a normal part of a conversation.
While Parker shifts more towards him, seeming to even ignore the screen with her interest in prodding his brain over the subject, Dalvin blushes softly, finishing the bottle of beer in hand. "Hm?" He hums thoughtfully, growing more confused for her comment on the party situation. "Oh, most people handwave their party having rations and things like that nature, usually. Unless they've been in the wild for long enough." He explains softly. "Oh, Sheldon? Yeah. Well, the whole group doesn't really do an amazing job of portraying true nerdom. But... It's funny, at least."
"If you say so," Parker says. She then finishes her tequila and says, "Next time we get together we should find a place we can spar." She looks Dalvin over and then asks, "You know how to fight, right?"
It's almost received like she might be challenging his ability to speak on the subject, and Dalvin shrinks a bit at the challenge, blushing softly and rising to make his way back into the kitchenette and fetch another bottle of beer. He returns, sinks back into his seat, and pops open the beverage with another hiss. For the mention of sparring, and knowing how to fight, his eyes widen half a touch, his cheeks flushing softly, and he shakes his head shyly. "Oh, um. No. No, not really. I did almost bite someone's face off though."
"Biting can have its advantages," Parker says, adding, "I've been known to bite." She sets her empty glass down on the coffee table and says, "So, you're not a warrior," and asks, "What is it that you do then, Delvim?"
Maybe Dalvin's mind isn't in the right place, but as Parker mentions that she tends to bite, his eyes widen a bit more, his cheeks flushing into a deeper blush as he peeks back down at his bottle of beer. For her next question though, he peeks back up at her and bites at his lower lip for half a second. "Well, I'm a computer science major, with a focus on web design, but I'm fluent in an abundance of code languages. And if I don't know a language, I can learn it pretty easily."
Parker chuckles at Dalvin's description of his major ('web design') and leans a a bit closer in to the blushing redhead. Now possibly playing at it, she asks, "Is something wrong?" in an intentionally husky voice.
Completely oblivious, more than likely, to why Parker might find that answer funny, Dalvin's cheeks flush softly more. Then, she's leaning in and his cheeks flush deeper for the husky words she provides to him, and he lightly shakes his head back at her. "Um, no." He answers softly, taking a deeper sip of the bottle of beer in hand, which seems to play a touch in providing him some liquid courage, as he scoots gingerly closer to her in response. "No, nothing is wrong." A pause. "Why do you ask?"
Smiling, Parker shifts slightly so that she is just a bit closer without actually shuffling in her seat, somehow. Due to this their legs are touching and she says, "You seem... nervous," maintaining the husky voice and pausing for just a brief moment before saying the third word with a slight stress on the nerv- portion of it.
There is no such thing as a poker face with Dalvin, the shy red head certainly accepting the proximity with timid reservation, his whole body almost seeming ever so slightly tense. The beer, however, continues to help as he sips at the bottle more frequently. Though for her question, he shakes his head softly, and even presses more, scooting back into her slightly still. "Um. No." He lies softly. "Nope. Not nervous."
After a brief pause where she just stares at Dalvin, holding eye contact long enough where most would become uncomfortable, Parker says, "Then... you must... be... sick."
It's oh so easy, too, for Parker to stare Dalvin down, and he peeks quickly back down at the bottle of beer in his hands. Again, another deep sip from the bottle and he's already nearly finished with this drink too. "Oh, um.." He murmurs shyly, and shakes his head lightly before peeking back up at her. "Um, why... Do you say that?"
Parker leans back and laughs, shattering the tension she's been building up, and says, "You're flush, and stammering and quite clearly nervous, Delwig," (she's totally oblivious she hasn't used the same name even once during this conversation), "So if you continue to insist you aren't then you must be sick." She pulls her phone out and taps it against her fingers to unlock it before saying, "I could call 911 and have the paramedics check you out." She doesn't seem serious about this last, not even trying to make it seem like a real idea.
By this point, the flush to his cheeks has expanded, consuming his entire face with embarrassment as she speaks. Dalvin shifts back when she does, taking a deeper drink from the beer in his hands, which empties the bottle. For a moment, he doesn't really seem to have much of an answer in mind, and shrugs a shoulder loosely before rising and making his way to dump the empty bottle in the trash, and fetch a fresh one. "I am not." He tries in a low murmur of a protest.
"Bring me one also, Delfin," Parker says as her host heads into the kitchen again. She chuckles again and says, "Your demeanor belies your words." She pauses as if considering if she should continue. Then, with a nod to herself, she asks, "Is this something I should be ignoring as a 'social courtesy'?"
A beer is fetched for Parker, too, and the shy red head makes his way back towards the couch, sinking back into it next to her and offering over one of the beers for her with a deeper blush. It's such an akward conversation for him, really, which is evident on his features as he pops open his beer with another hissing sound. "I mean, maybe?" He tries softly, shrugging a shoulder loosely. "If you want? Um... I'm.. Not, though."
The beers are opened. The conversation, stagnated, seems to just fade as they drink the beers. Dalvin expresses the need to get an assignment finished for class in the morning and Parker acknowledges this and stands. Before she departs she says, "Thank you for the drinks and talk," and then she leans down and gives him a kiss firmly on the lips but not with lips parted. She lets it linger for a moment but before Dalvin can do anything but react inwardly it ends and she says, "Have a good night, Dalen," and sees herself out.
- ↑ Quote from the song "Bloody Spider's Breath
