Of the High Seas

At James’ bemused expression she couldn’t help but apologize again. “Sorry, I do remember some of it, like the dancing. Now that I look at you though, all I can remember are your eyes.” In all honesty, who could forget those eyes. They’re a piercing blue. “It was not my intention to get drunk and kiss you but things happen, right?” She gave him a small smile with a shrug. “My name is Pocahontas. So are you a student?”

He put up a hand as if trying to stop the girl from apologizing, "It's no matter, trust me. We've all had our fair share of wild nights." Hearing her comment about his eyes definitely made James' ego puff up a little more. "I've always been told they are a rare shade of Forget-Me-Not blue," he chuckled.

Tia wrinkled her nose at the thought of warm tea. It wasn’t that she didn’t like a hot cup, in fact this past winter she had had quite a lot of warm tea, but she was a southern girl and as such she liked her tea with ice in it. Sweet Southern Tea was the best way to drink it as far as she was concerned. But then she wrinkled her nose again as he mansplained how to not get a cold. She knew how to take care of herself, thank you very much. 

He could have sworn for a moment that she was wrinkling her nose at him! Well, if she did not want his advice, he most certainly would not give it. James internally rolled his eyes. Then of course he realized why she was doing such gesture and gently squeezed the bridge of his nose in mild embarrassment, "Ah, yes, of course. I suppose it was bad form of me to assume trivial matters about yourself."

Pocahontas knew a lot happened and she wished she could remember most of it but some details have been starting to fall into place in the last few days. “Yes, I know. You can laugh, I won’t be hurt by it.” She rolled her eyes to herself, aware that he was trying to hide it. Her pride did hurt a little. Although, she has forgiven herself already about it all. No use in complaining about what happened when what’s done is done. She can’t fix this anyway.

She spoke up about halfway through his little story and he simply nodded. There couldn't be anyway she was absolutely in the dark about the whole night, she hadn't appeared that intoxicated, but everyone was different. He mentally shrugged. At the end, he simply perked a brow up, "I'm glad I could be of service."

Again? Oh, Lord. She immediately thought the worst but she had double checked and she was sure she was still a virgin but what else could have happened, besides the fact that now everyone knows she pole dances?

She quickly went to defend herself and James did his best to not laugh. Obviously she was not a drinker--but she surprisingly held her liquor very well for being a first-timer. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, "It's quite alright. Things happen when alcohol becomes involved," he shrugged his shoulders and pushed his hands into his pant pockets.

"It has. It’s been quiet…a little too quiet which is odd, after-" She looked into his eyes and they seemed extremely familiar.

"After...?"

The young woman could not think of a single reason why she wouldn’t agree to something resembling a date with a man as simply smoldering as James. Not that she ever really considered her meetings with other people dates. Simply social engagements.

With a playful smile on his lips and a certain fire in his eyes, James chuckled softly, "Excellent, I look forward to this little outing." He mindlessly wet his lower lip with his tongue as he watched her dig through her purse for the pen.

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