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Post by Dorian Humbert on Dec 17, 2016 18:58:48 GMT -5
Dorian pulled down his sleeves and buttoned the cuffs. He had just picked his suit jacket off the top of the post box when she tossed a helmet at him.
"Unfortunately not." Dorian wasn't so bound by archaic chivalry that he would have refused to ride on the back seat of the motorcycle, like some men. And if he was to go anywhere on a death trap such as this, he'd much prefer an experienced driver at the helm.
Dorian pulled his jacket on, followed the by the helmet. After he fastened the strap beneath his chin he paused. "I'm Dorian, by the way."
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Post by Maxine "Max" Deveraux on Dec 17, 2016 20:09:15 GMT -5
"Maxine." she smiled, "Max." she corrected sliding on the bike, she tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked at him putting her helmet on.
It looked so out of place on him with his suit, but the image of him in a jacket and jeans made her smile deepen.
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Post by Dorian Humbert on Dec 17, 2016 21:01:36 GMT -5
"Wonderful to meet you. Don't kill me, Max" he said with only a hint of uncharacteristic humor as he climbed onto the back of her motorcycle.
He laughed silently to himself as he thought of what Lex would say if she saw him skipping work to have a drink in the middle of the day with a woman he'd just met, on the back of a motorcycle. To an observer he'd probably appear to be having a mid-life crisis. That didn't bode well for his life expectancy.
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Post by Maxine "Max" Deveraux on Dec 17, 2016 21:07:36 GMT -5
If Christine could see him skipping work to have a beer on the back of a motorcycle with Maxine, she probably would have had a heart attack, and then perhaps would have killed him. Or Max. Or both of them.
As it was the couple was free and clear of any prying eyes. Max promised that if he held on tight she'd take good care of him, and twenty minutes or so later they were in a bar.
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Post by Dorian Humbert on Dec 17, 2016 21:31:24 GMT -5
Dorian ran his hand through his hair to correct for the mess the helmet had likely caused. "I must admit, that was rather enjoyable," he said of the ride over. It had certainly gotten his adrenaline pumping as Max took the turns quicker than he'd expected. His mother was probably turning over in her grave.
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Post by Maxine "Max" Deveraux on Dec 17, 2016 21:42:40 GMT -5
"We'll make a rider out of you yet. Here..." she said reaching up to flatten a lock that was stubbornly out of place," wait...you've got a..."she paused as she realized how thick and soft his hair was.
It wasn't a calculated move, Max was instinctively sensual, and his grip on her as they took those fast corners had diminished any idea of personal space. So she was slightly surprised at her own response.
As if catching herself she gave him a smile, "Perfect." she winked and turned to enter the bar.
Killarney's wasn't exactly a dive bar. It doubled as a restaurant on one side, and they served the best corned beef and cabbage in town, but on the bar side - the side they were on - housed many a drunkard.
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Post by Dorian Humbert on Dec 17, 2016 22:10:58 GMT -5
Dorian was beginning to see what kind of a woman Max was. Motorcycle. Dirty bar. Tight pants. She wasn't the sort of woman Dorian would normally find himself with outside of duties as a peace officer.
"This place looks...interesting," he said as he held the door for her. He straightened his suit jacket as he looked at the patrons. So many of them were much farther along in their intoxication that one might have assumed from the hour.
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Post by Maxine "Max" Deveraux on Dec 17, 2016 22:25:16 GMT -5
She let out a low throaty laugh at his assessment of the bar she had chosen.
"It's not that bad." she promised easily reaching for his arm and leading him inside.
"Hey Ian, I'll take an IPA and..." she paused waiting for Dorian to order."
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Post by Dorian Humbert on Dec 17, 2016 22:48:15 GMT -5
"Make it two," he finished for her, looking past Maxine to the man collecting the order.
"You come here often, I take it?" he asked of her familiarity with the staff.
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Post by Maxine "Max" Deveraux on Dec 17, 2016 22:55:40 GMT -5
"When I'm in town yeah, I usually stop by. They have Karaoke on Sundays, and a wet t-shirt contest about once a month." she said with a teasing glint in her eyes as she leaned her elbows on the bar top.
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Post by Dorian Humbert on Dec 17, 2016 23:12:49 GMT -5
Neither of those things sounded appealing to Dorian. Music was not meant to be butchered by the drunk and the female form was to be admired not ogled like a piece of meat hung in the public market. He passed over these statements with barely more than an acknowledging brow raise, though his jaw tensed slightly.
"Where is it you call home, then?" he asked to move the conversation along. Then, not wanting to seem rude he added, "If it's not too forward of me to ask."
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Post by Maxine "Max" Deveraux on Dec 17, 2016 23:29:01 GMT -5
She laughed again, then apologized, "I'm sorry. I've never seen a man almost snarl at the idea of a wet t-shirt contest, unless he was gay." she suddenly sobered completely, "You're not..." her eyes went wide.
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Post by Dorian Humbert on Dec 17, 2016 23:46:34 GMT -5
Judging by the type of establishments she frequented, that was probably true. Dorian didn't imagine too many of Killarney's patrons to be gentlemen. Dorian kept his thoughts to himself as he decided what to say before he spoke.
"No, I'm not gay. I just happen to believe that a man should keep his admiration of a woman between himself and said woman."
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Post by Maxine "Max" Deveraux on Dec 18, 2016 0:01:46 GMT -5
Max appeared visibly relieved as he confirmed his orientation, then something akin to admiration appeared in her eyes as he talked about the respect between two people in a relationship.
She found herself simply staring at him. She didn't know what Alek's issue was with the man, but clearly he wasn't a womanizer by any means.
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Post by Dorian Humbert on Dec 18, 2016 0:11:18 GMT -5
Ian set a beer in front of each of them and Dorian suppressed the look of relief when he found them bottled. He had a feeling he shouldn't trust the dishwasher in a place like this. He thanked the man and turned back to Max.
"Cheers," he said as he lifted his bottle to hers.
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Post by Maxine "Max" Deveraux on Dec 18, 2016 0:18:33 GMT -5
"Uh, Cheers." she said as the glasses clinked and she was brought back to reality. She took a sip of the strong beer and took an easy relaxed breath as though she had finally relaxed.
"You know, I don't exactly take you for a beer man either." she said watching him drink. She looked around the bar then back at him, he stuck out but in a good way.
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Post by Dorian Humbert on Dec 18, 2016 0:26:54 GMT -5
"Oh? And what do you see as my liquor of choice?" He was mildly curious to get an interpretation of himself from a woman like her. Both Christine and Lex had weighed in on this topic and while Christine's version of Dorian was much more favorable than Lex's, they both saw him in quite similar ways. He suspected the critique from Max would be much harsher considering she looked at him as though she'd never seen a man in a suit outside of a courtroom before.
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Post by Maxine "Max" Deveraux on Dec 18, 2016 0:42:10 GMT -5
"Wine." she answered, "Gin maybe, or a nice scotch." her eyes narrowed on him, "What is your liquor of choice?" she asked taking another drink from the bottle she held.
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Post by Dorian Humbert on Dec 18, 2016 0:49:38 GMT -5
"Actually, lately I've been quite fond of bourbon. I've learned to make a mean Old Fashioned." He had had lots of practice as this was Christine's favorite drink, and since their time apart he found himself making them more often.
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Post by Maxine "Max" Deveraux on Dec 18, 2016 0:57:13 GMT -5
She gave him a surprised look, but her mouth curled into an 'o' as she 'ooohed' in appreciation.
"I'm going to have to see that one for myself." she teased him, then shrugged, "It's not that surprising though. There's more to you than meets the eye. Clearly."
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