school of flirting [hadia]

[callum]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5,true][atrb=style, height: auto;] When she walked in the door, Callum knew from the moment he laid eyes on her that she was the one. Well, the one that he was gonna flirt with tonight. Maybe if he was lucky she'd want to, you know, stay after closing. If he played his cards right he knew that would be the case, it was just a matter of how to do it... She sat down at the bar and he swooped in; he was trying to be smooth but really, he just looked like a hawk diving in to pick up some prey. Her expression mirrored the latter metaphor but he just didn't see it. "Well good evening, miss," he said with a purr. She gave her salutations as well, a bit timid. He assumed she was playing hard to get, but she was really just weirded out. But that couldn't be the case, could it? Callum was suave, Callum was sharp...the epitome of a ladies man. Or, so he thought...and only him. "May I interest you in anything tonight?" he asked, a playful half-smirk on his lips. "A drink? Some food? Or, saving the best for last...me?" Her expression turned sour and she promptly got up with a flounce, turning around and leaving immediately. Pulling away from the counter he looked incredulous. What on Earth had just happened? That should have worked! Shaking his head he just turned away, ignoring the snickers of some patrons at the other side of the bar as he grabbed a glass to wipe dry. That girl didn't know what she was missing out on. Yeah, that's right...or, that's what he tried to tell himself to make himself feel better. In reality he had no idea how to talk to women...at least, in ways that made them want to be with him. Making friends with them? Easy enough. Having a deeper relationship with one? Now that was difficult. Learning how to understand a woman was harder than trying to read books on quantum physics, it seemed.

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[pidge02]

(I'M SO DUMB I A CCIDENTLY DELETED THIS ;A; JUST GIVE ME A BIT TO FIND IT IN MY DOCUMENTS)

[callum]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5,true][atrb=style, height: auto;] He heard Hadia's words from behind him as he continued to dry the glasses, her voice cutting through him like a knife. Ah, miss Rifaat...his ever-so-delightful long-term guest who was always trying to get her drinks free, or something along those lines. Really, he liked having her around, but her jokes wouldn't help right now. "Fine, just yours," he grumbled, turning around and snatching her glass, looking for what she had ordered before. He was being a bit short but that was the umpteenth time that he had been rejected in the past few weeks and he was starting to get a little on-edge about it. What was he doing wrong? It honestly made no sense. Before he poured her another glass he looked back up at the dark-haired woman, her eyes nearly glittering with mirth - at his expense, he assumed. "Do you want the same as before or something else?" he asked with a bit of a sigh, waiting for a response. He had flirted with Hadia too, the first time she joined him at the bar all that time ago. She'd rejected him too but at least she didn't run out with a horrified look on her face. No, instead she just teased him, going on about how if he was going to flirt with a girl that he had to actually have something behind his actions...whatever that meant. But now she was a friend and he supposed she had a right to laugh at the display that had just played out in front of everyone. At least the girl didn't throw a drink at his face...though he'd had that happen many times before. It was hard to be optimistic, though, when you were Callum Bine. It just wasn't his style. "And would you stop with the look?" he said, giving her a side-eyed look of his own as he waited for her drink order. He really hated giving out free drinks but he knew Hadia well enough to know that she would pester him until he gave in to give her that free drink.

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[pidge02]

Delighted that her ploy had been a success Hadia beamed at his move to her another glass. Still, was he shocked at how'd it gone? What did he expect honestly?

“That's what I said, so naturally,” sounding as happy as she looked her eyes followed the glass, leaning on her palm even further despite a slight wobble indicating she wasn't as steady as she could. It was close to Callum for keeping behind a counter and Hadia started, “After all, you'd be out of business if you implemented drinks on the house for each time that happened.”

Was that over the line? It was meant good-natured, of course. If a person couldn't survive some banter what good were they? She noted he seemed irritated still but she struggled to be bothered by it too much. A pick-up line gone horrible was the usual, wasn't it?

“I suppose I could ask for something a little more expensive,” her smirk grew a little wider but it sounded as if Hadia could barely continue with that train of that thought, “to be honest, I'd feel bad. You were ever so nice offering…” That's how the scenario had gone in her head anyway and she lifted the now free to her lips, giggling behind them, “So, same thing. If it happens again I may actually have to take advantage next time...”

It wasn't as if she ordered the cheap stuff in the first place anyway…

She seemed genuinely surprised when as Callum started at her. Leaning back now Hadia seemed a little affronted at the short comment, not hesitating to snap back quickly, “What look?”

However, her attitude changed fairly quick. She looked a little more contemplative in the next moments.

“Wait, wait…” she tried to sit up straighter now. Adjusting herself in her seat and no longer needing an arm to keep herself up she folded them she started, “Why are you being sarky with me? My hands are clean here. Did her words really get to you that much?”

She paused after she said that. That hadn't been right, had it, as she added giggling, “Or lack of them, so to say.”

“Oh dear, that won't do at all. That just won't do at all,” tittering lightly it wasn't long before Hadia was leaning forward again but this time her fingers were laced together, “If you're going to get moody like that each time that happens you won't even lose customers, or drinks at the rate you're giving them out, you'll lose customers who can't stand a tender with a temper.”

“So, should I give you some tips?”

[callum]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5,true][atrb=style, height: auto;] Hadia just kept going on, making him feel even worse. It's not that he really expected anything out of that girl, he was just hoping that she didn't turn him down. He was getting that desperate, even. Thinking about that just made him feel horrible so he pushed those thoughts away. Were women really that adverse to him? It was hard to swallow, really. Especially since, deep down, Callum wanted a woman to settle down with. Maybe not the type of woman that he picked up at a bar but then again, when was he anywhere else? He never got a chance to go out and see the city, except on holidays or festivals when the inn was closed. But he wanted a family, some day. A kid to pass this inn down to, if only to preserve his parents' legacy. They had kept this place up for Cal's whole life and if he let it go to shambles, well...it would be a disservice to them. And that was the last thing that he wanted to do. "Right, I was so nice offering," he repeated back, mocking her just a bit. Sometimes he couldn't help his immaturity. Continuing where he left off, he finished pouring her drink and everything, placing it on a napkin coaster in front of her. She wanted to offer him...tips? He assumed tips for flirting with women. His pride wanted to decline, telling her he didn't need to hear it because tonight was just an off night or she wasn't the one or something stupid like that. In reality, the redhead knew he probably needed a lot of help and was currently wrestling with himself on if he should accept it or not. "Am I gonna have to pay you for these tips?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Because I can't really afford to give out any more drinks for free. You said it yourself, kind of," he shrugged, letting a small smirk perk on his lips. "But I could probably use 'em, huh..." he mused, half to himself and half to the dark-haired lady sitting across from him. Deep down he was kind of curious about what she was going to say, but he was still a bit too proud to admit that.

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