[D2 EN] Sultans of Swing (Lounge, OPEN)

[Craig Walker]

Craig's smile stayed in place as he noticed the shiver, he freed his hand from hers and the claw moved across her hand and then travelled slowly up her slender arm all the way to her shoulder where it left her and his clawed obsidian hand returned down where it rested itself on her knee. "I notice it acts odd this time of year but I dont interact with it much so I dont know it as well as some others might."

[Chantelle Rossette]

When he moved his hand, Chantelle leaned in and placed her slender fingers on his shoulder, “mais, I ‘ave noting to worry abou’ so long as Summa’s ‘ere to protec’ me.” Her manicured fingertips brushed the side of his neck, feathers rustling against his jacket as she let the warped fingers of her faux-wing rest against against his chest. Her hands had been split by her durance, the last two fingers instead extending down from the wrist, forming the leading edge on what would have been a wing, as if she had become stuck midway through transformation.

[Craig Walker]

Now it was his turn to have a slight shiver as he felt her delicate fingers on his neck, he was unfazed by her transformation as it was far from the strangest he had seen and besides she was still beautiful from what he could see.

He leaned in closer his obsidian mask drawing closer to the egret's face his breath hot as it ruffled the feathers of her neck and face "perhaps we need to get to know one another a bit better? In a more private area." His deep voice became a touch more guttural as traces of desire began to weave their way in.

[Chantelle Rossette]

Chantelle murmured, "mais, I 'ave bee' know' to entertai' a gues' at my place, if you ca' promise to be a gen'leman."

[Craig Walker]

"Mmmmm" the noise came from his throat "I believe that can be arranged, I wouldnt dream of doing anything untoward or...unwanted." he said as his face approached her neck but didnt quite make it all the way there.

[Chantelle Rossette]

"You go' a phone, beb?" Chantelle owned one before the durance, but she was finding the older Lost hadn't all caught up.

[Craig Walker]

He nodded "I sure do, never leave home without it. He said pulling out a Samsung phone probably a year old model but certainly a decent piece of hardware "goes a little screwy sometimes around the Wyrd but it's still useful to have."

[Chantelle Rossette]

As Chantelle took the phone from his hand, her fingers bushed over his obsidian claws, smiling seductively. She saved her number to his contacts, "tex' me sometime, beb," and put the phone into his pocket with a wink.

[Craig Walker]

He smiled at her "of course." The words were simple but there was weight to it like an unspoken promise. Walker focused a bit exerting some control over his desire, no need to let it keep seeping out, it's not like they were going to go at here at this bar.

His eyes still wandered taking in her form for a second "so are you done for the evening or just taking a break?"

[Chantelle Rossette]

"I usually do a secon' se', bu' it pretty quie' tonigh', I don' tink Gabe woul' min' if I too' an ex'end' brea'," glancing over at her boss, "if you buy me a drin', dat is."