"If you love long walks on the beach, how long of a walk would it be?"
“Well, the walk I dream to have is to last… hours. Sadly everybody’s going to get worried and start crying out, where’s the Disguiser?”
“Also the beach I want to take a walk to has to be big and clean! And I can get some starfish for you guys if the sea brought it up on the shore. I mean, I’d get that starfish if I were anyone from the Mafia.”
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“Well that Investigator deserved his roleblocking. He didn’t even find us any Mafia members… despite being Mafia himself,” She returned that wink back at him, and then pretended to actually swoon. “But oh, how could I? I prevented him from finding Mafia. Such a good Escort.”
Now she was mixing up what was going on, which made her also confused about what she really was, according to the investigative results. As her back was arched, she gave him a cold and harsh glance. “I’ll get that 10 with my blood and sweat!”
Romeo chuckled , crossing his arms. “You can do your roleblockings at the bar!” He said maybe a bit too loud, lowering his voice.
“And as I said, you won’t. No 10s for you till you get thrown out by the edge of your heel. Even if you’re bleeding and sweating.” He tapped her cheek, grinning rather wide. “No need to be proud bout’ it.”
She gasped, then positioned herself correctly. “How rude! I’d never roleblock at the bar. It is a public roleblock and the Mafioso would kill me, a poor townie, specialized in distraction.”
Katarina looked at him and especially the hand which tapped her cheek, scowling. “I’m not determined to lose anyway. We’ll see who’s the sore loser here, Consigliere.”
“You’d drunkenly kiss them though.” He stuck his tongue out. “You’re not poor to the mafia either, you’re poor to everybody else. The mafia would love to see you hanging, or better, completely dead.”
“And you’ll be sore, I might be a loser. I will not be losing to a woman with a glass in her hand who’ll be dancing with a guard. “ He shoved his hand into his pocket, continuing to grin. “Then again, lead the way to the bar.”
Her cheeks flared red from embarrassement as she kept the scowl on her face, squinting. “For the record I’d never kiss someone without their permission, let alone a stranger.”
And then she stood in silence. She couldn’t comeback that one. Although it was way far from right, so she clenched her fists and huffed. “Fine, we’re going. But be prepared to lose, loser.”
“You probably would. If they were hot you probably would, while drunk.” He shrugged, dropping the Cheshire -cat like grin. Hell, what do drunks do these days anyways?
“I’m prepared to loose, I won’t be the one banned.” He stood simply, waiting for her lead. “You might actually be sore though, depending on who you meet, yes?” He made sure to pull her fingers away from her hand while he said it.
She roughly grabbed his hand and pulled him forwards, pushing the door aside that led outside of the Mafia’s 'headquarters’ or whatever it was meant to be. “You know w-what? Just, shut up. We haven’t even gone there.”
“Like shut up. Who knows, maybe you get sore and I don’t even though I’m drunk.” The Disguiser’s cheeks were still a shade of red as she turned her head back to face him, looking as disappointed as she could be.
He chuckled again, blinking at the awkward change of light, “Why should I? I have a point to say you’d probably make lover eyes at whoever streaks past with a hot face.”
“I’d probably fall on my ass following you out of the bar, that’s why I’d be sore. And besides, I don’t have any fancies on getting it on with some drunk folk.” He hid the smirk he had, noticing her cheeks were not even faintly flushed.
“You have your fancies on to get your ass kicked though.” She shrugged, her steps being barely heard as her shoes collided against the ground that was entirely dirt.
“And you may have a point but it’s just not the face, alright?” She turned her body to face him completely, moonwalking. If she fell it’d be better, a natural chickening out. “It’s also the body and the personality!”