[ To be fair, Roxy's only met a handful of people in the month or so that she's been in the city, but that doesn't make Cassidy any less interesting. It's the fact that he's relatable — in the sense that he doesn't seem as far-fetched as some of the other volunteers she's met (vampires, shadowhunters, synthezoids, etc), that it's possible only centuries separate them and not an entire universe — that makes him so intriguing.
Then again, Roxy also finds Charlie Hesketh to be a rather interesting person, but more in the sense that she's fascinated that he's managed to live twenty some-odd years without someone punching his perfect teeth in. Fortunately, her fascination with Cassidy is of an entirely different kind.
Roxy tips her head in thanks as he gets the door, stepping in and allowing him to lead only for the fact that she's never been here before and he has. She follows him easily, easing in beside him and resting her hands against the curved edge of the bar. ]
Would it be cliché, [ She starts, then realizes she's going to have to speak a bit louder. She lifts one hand from the bar, touching her fingers to the back of his bicep as she presses up onto her toes and leans in just a bit so she doesn't have to shout. ] Would it be cliché if I said a martini?
[ Roxy presses her lips together lightly and sinks back down onto flat feet, letting her fingers fall away from his arm as she tries to suppress a soft smirk. ]
it was tiring! but i'm glad it's all done c:
Then again, Roxy also finds Charlie Hesketh to be a rather interesting person, but more in the sense that she's fascinated that he's managed to live twenty some-odd years without someone punching his perfect teeth in. Fortunately, her fascination with Cassidy is of an entirely different kind.
Roxy tips her head in thanks as he gets the door, stepping in and allowing him to lead only for the fact that she's never been here before and he has. She follows him easily, easing in beside him and resting her hands against the curved edge of the bar. ]
Would it be cliché, [ She starts, then realizes she's going to have to speak a bit louder. She lifts one hand from the bar, touching her fingers to the back of his bicep as she presses up onto her toes and leans in just a bit so she doesn't have to shout. ] Would it be cliché if I said a martini?
[ Roxy presses her lips together lightly and sinks back down onto flat feet, letting her fingers fall away from his arm as she tries to suppress a soft smirk. ]