I dunno, you might say I'm pretty sharp. [ But she returns the favor with a smile of her own, flirtatious and playful, and leads them towards the exit of the bar. ] Beacon Hills is just a slice of suburbia, really.
[ With werewolves, hunters, the occasional witch, lizard people... ] But I think it's fun if you look in the right places.
Then this'll be fun. [ That's when the grin actually breaks free, equal levels flirtatious and playful and maybe a touch bit on the wilder side. No one can say that he's not zany on any given day, but at least it's never boring. ]
At least I'm a fresh eye to the place? We'll see what we can scrounge up.
Sounds like a plan. Should we hit the supposedly haunted high school, the graveyard off of fourth street, or the forest, also supposedly full of monsters?
[ Her voice sounds like she's teasing. She only sort of is. There's something endlessly attractive about that grin, the wildness behind it, and Laura is suddenly incredibly pleased with her decision. ]
Oooh, spooky. Not sure how two grown adults creeping around a high school would go-- [ How unaware you are, John. ] --so I'd vote one of the other two, if you're going to give me the full run of the Beacon Hills Spook Society.
[ He sounds just as teasing, honestly, but she's got his interest legitimately piqued now. Any normal person would be incredibly wary about going off into the night with a stranger to a cemetery or out in the wood, but he's never been normal. Even before his life got derailed by the sauce, he's always been more than willing to go along with things that promise to be interesting.
Laura? Promises to be interesting. ]
Just disappointed I didn't bring my camera with me, I could've done my Japanese tourist impersonation.
[ She almost laughs at the first comment, although not for the reason John might imagine--because high schoolers and adults in Beacon Hills seems to kind of be a common theme-- but Laura turns to him and gives him a grin, dropping her arm from his and offering her hand, instead. ]
Woods it is.
[ Laura knows the woods better than the park rangers, she'd wager. It'll be quiet, with no distracting scents or sounds--the perfect place to get a good reading on John, and have a little fun, too. His last joke does make her snort, and she digs around in her pockets, pulling up her cellphone and tossing it to him. ]
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I dunno, you might say I'm pretty sharp. [ But she returns the favor with a smile of her own, flirtatious and playful, and leads them towards the exit of the bar. ] Beacon Hills is just a slice of suburbia, really.
[ With werewolves, hunters, the occasional witch, lizard people... ] But I think it's fun if you look in the right places.
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Then this'll be fun. [ That's when the grin actually breaks free, equal levels flirtatious and playful and maybe a touch bit on the wilder side. No one can say that he's not zany on any given day, but at least it's never boring. ]
At least I'm a fresh eye to the place? We'll see what we can scrounge up.
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[ Her voice sounds like she's teasing. She only sort of is. There's something endlessly attractive about that grin, the wildness behind it, and Laura is suddenly incredibly pleased with her decision. ]
Up to you, tourist.
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[ He sounds just as teasing, honestly, but she's got his interest legitimately piqued now. Any normal person would be incredibly wary about going off into the night with a stranger to a cemetery or out in the wood, but he's never been normal. Even before his life got derailed by the sauce, he's always been more than willing to go along with things that promise to be interesting.
Laura? Promises to be interesting. ]
Just disappointed I didn't bring my camera with me, I could've done my Japanese tourist impersonation.
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Woods it is.
[ Laura knows the woods better than the park rangers, she'd wager. It'll be quiet, with no distracting scents or sounds--the perfect place to get a good reading on John, and have a little fun, too. His last joke does make her snort, and she digs around in her pockets, pulling up her cellphone and tossing it to him. ]
It's not much of a camera...