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         ❛ You think so? ❜ His tone was genuinely hopeful. David’s white teeth flashed then at her, grin broadening after hearing that. He gave a motioning dip of his head in the direction of the currently empty stage. ❛ Oh, yeah! Right up there. I have my own routine as a dancer and fire performer. ❜ Having only recently started his job here, he only hoped he didn’t mess up and catch the roof on fire with one of his torches. All around them, luminescence glowed from tiki torches and strewn strings of lights, while golden-skinned waitresses wearing colorful sarongs walked the grounds carrying platters of food and drink. In the thick of all the beauty this tourist lua’u attempted to offer the many travelers and vacationing businessmen who came to their islands, David remained engaged by this pretty wahine. ❛ Real nice to meet you, Phoebe. I’m David. ❜

     The drop of the towel startles her a bit, which, in turn, has the puppy turning to see what’s going on. But before either of them could do anything, Napoleon is already standing in front of her, guiding her into a passionate kiss that leaves her pleasantly lightheaded.

Pulling away slowly, Angel takes in a much needed breath and keeps holding that stunning blue gaze, barely having any brain power left to keep holding onto her tablet as he tells Kal to go away. “Yes.” She replies with a soft smile of her own, leaning in to brush their lips together again. “But I quite like hearing it.”

“Are you always this vague?” she asked, her brows furrowing as she looked up at him.  She hadn’t even gotten proof from him that he was her father.  She couldn’t just leave with some random man who showed up, out of the blue, at her mother’s funeral.  That would give her a one-way ticket to the 7 o’clock news.  “I-I was?  Like what?” she asked.  She had to admit, the idea of something greater being out there for her when her life seemed like it was going to be hitting a standstill was more than a little appealing.  “You don’t know them.  They would understand, if you are really who you say you are,” she insisted.  The Matthews would never deprive her of the chance to get to know her father.  They loved her too much to try to do something so cruel.  “How do I even know that what you’re saying is true?  My mother never mentioned you.  Where have you been my entire life?”

❛ for the most part, ❜ he answers, just as vague as before, reveling in the idea of frustrating her more with his responses. ❛ like becoming incredibly POWERFUL, ❜ a brief pause before he’s leaning toward her with a wicked grin on his face. ❛ and i’m NOT talking about money, or popularity... i’m talking about real, power, love. ❜ shaking his head, he blows out an exasperated breath, ❛ i’ve already TOLD you, who i was, ❜ the king grits out, tones of annoyance bleeding into his voice at this point. ❛ your mother, rest her soul, never ACTUALLY told me about you... but, a man in my position, well... you’re able to find out information on pretty much anyone. ❜ crowley carefully cracks his neck, ❛ plus... i didn’t have need to FETCH you, until now. ❜ the king glances back at the family before turning his gaze upon the blue-eyed girl. ❛ safest place for you, now, darling... is with ME. and i don’t like repeating myself. ❜

This whole night with him had been out-of-character for her, but that was what excited her about him.  He took her by surprise and pulled out a side of her she was interested in exploring more.  Her hands continued to play with the lapels of his jacket as she remained in his arms, not quite ready to fully part from him yet.  “Yeah?” she asked, bouncing a bit in place as a bright smile took over.  She glances back when he does, frowning slightly at the person approaching before smiling once more when he asked for her number.  She quickly jotted it down, kissing the napkin and leaving a lipstick print behind.  “Like you need to ask,” she replied, a playful smirk playing on her lips before she leaned up on her toes to press her lips to his.  She gave the kiss her all, wanting to leave him with something that he’d feel later when he thought about her.

charmed by the way she goes as far as kissing the napkin with her number, napoleon grins just before she’s leaning up to kiss him. and in that moment, in that kiss, he could FEEL it. he’d just fallen a little bit in love with lottie and he honestly can’t say he regrets it, though he is forlorn to leave her. ❛ until NEXT time, ❜ he whispers breathlessly, carefully brushing some hair off of her face before he’s stepping back and watching her rejoin the party. it was quite the scenic shot, lottie’s head framed by the bright lights indoors, highlighting the blonde of her hair, like a halo. napoloen stays long enough to see if she’ll look back at him, before he’s disappearing into the night.

         He began to notice how nervous she was after being put on the spot by his question. She stopped and stumbled over her words, then appeared to be considering leaving the conversation and grounds altogether. He was thinking about Nani, how unreachable she could be. More than that, he was thinking that he wasn’t doing a really good job in sharing the Hawaiian hospitality. When it was real, it was impossible to turn down.

         ❛ Wait! ❜ David called out, entreating her not to leave. He hesitated briefly on the spot, before reinforcing a cheery disposition and introducing himself, ❛ I’m David. ❜ Anyone could see her nerves had gotten the better of her. Admittedly he was curious to hear more about what she had overheard, but as apart of the staff he was supposed to be making sure she had a fun, relaxing time while she was visiting. Lapsing into pidgin talk, David asked warmly, ❛ You no like go yet, yeah? Too much left to enjoy and watch while yoa still here. ❜ He glanced around, conscious of the on-going performance on stage, not wanting to interrupt the enjoyment of the other seated patrons. They should really move along. ❛ I’ll walk you back to your table. Where’s your family? ❜