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Post by bullet on Jun 8, 2010 21:19:46 GMT -5
"Oh my." He chuckled." Well, job-wise I was thinking maybe a freelance superhero...but I think I could settle for professional gambler or something like hat. I mean, its not all that hard to bet on a team whose star quarterback you can use your powers to help out a bit. All off the record of course, heh." He relaxed and finished off his last drink. "And how might you keep yourself entertained ma'am?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2010 9:43:33 GMT -5
Betsy laughed, she liked the way Alec thought. "I cause trouble whenever possible, I drink a little too much, and I dance. I used to play soccer, but there's not a lot of organized athletics at the institute. Also, I spend a good chunk of my time in the library, trying to finish my independent study so I can officially graduate."
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Post by bullet on Jun 13, 2010 14:32:32 GMT -5
Alec nodded. "Ah yes, the library. I had a chance to check it out earlier and rather enjoyed it. Was surprised to see a whole shelf of first edition Hemmingways in there. The Professor or someone here must be quite the collector."
He thought for a minute and then added, "Soccer huh? I've never been that much into it but I have been paying attention to some of the World Cup this year. Looks like the U.S. is going to be playing the U.K." He grinned playfully. "Can't wait to see how that turns out."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2010 16:05:37 GMT -5
Betsy narrowed her eyes. "They don't stand a chance," she said, only partially joking. "I'll be watching, if you'd like to join me."
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Post by bullet on Jun 14, 2010 18:02:54 GMT -5
"I wouldn't be so sure of myself if I were you. Heh heh." He considered it for a moment and then, anxious to learn more about this alien sport, nodded his approval. "Sure, sounds like it'd be fun."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2010 8:48:32 GMT -5
"Alright," Betsy said, realizing she'd just inadvertently made a second set of plans with this guy. "Meet me in the rec room, I'll bring the crisps if you bring the drinks."
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Post by bullet on Jun 15, 2010 18:19:24 GMT -5
"Good deal," Alec nodded again as if trying to reassure himself that this was a good plan. "What kind do you prefer?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2010 8:03:27 GMT -5
Betsy shrugged. "I'm not picky," she replied. Her eyes roamed over the crowd, a habit of hers stemming from her short attention span. After a moment, she sighed, returned her eyes to Alec and said, "Would you like to dance?"
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Post by bullet on Jun 16, 2010 11:45:13 GMT -5
Noting her momentary lapse in concentration he hesitated before replying, "Sure...we aren't expecting anyone else though are we?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2010 21:16:59 GMT -5
Betsy smiled guiltily. "Sorry, I get distracted very easily. It's nothing personal, I assure you."
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Post by bullet on Jun 17, 2010 18:21:45 GMT -5
"Well good." He nodded, took her hand, and led her out onto the floor.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2010 21:58:41 GMT -5
Betsy followed Alec, her smile widening. The dance floor was her second home, and she tended to draw a lot of attention there. She just kind of turned her mind off and let herself go.
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Post by bullet on Jun 19, 2010 8:29:14 GMT -5
He let Betsy lead as they headed out onto the floor. Dancing was a fairly new thing for him and so he tended to take his time and settle in a bit. He grinned as he caught a few stares from several of the other patrons in the club.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2010 16:54:27 GMT -5
Betsy had to admire Alec's willingness to dance. A lot of people were too self conscious to even try. After a few minutes, she had to admit to herself that he actually knew what he was doing. It was nice to have someone to dance with.
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Post by bullet on Jun 21, 2010 18:32:11 GMT -5
It was nice to see that all of the prep schools his parents had forced him to go to as a child hadn't been a complete waste. Of course, the formal dancing they taught there hardly compared to some of the other things he'd learned from girls at the neighboring schools when the professors weren't looking. He smiled at Betsy as they settled in and slowly began to take control of the floor.
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