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Flynn let out a laugh as he continued to comment on the size of her feet, “Then again, ducks don’t seem to have any problems. Maybe you should try waddling. They don’t have a problem getting around in the rain.”

"What you're saying is very true," Piper nodded, adding in a soft chuckle once the image of her waddling around like a duck fully entered into her mind. "Oh man, now that I actually think about it, though, maybe falling all over people is better than waddling around like a duck. I mean, hey! You get to strike up some conversation with new people when you literally fall into them." Piper nudged his shoulder, sending a friendly smile in his direction.

Flynn looked down at her shoes. With a grin, he commented on her feet, “It’s probably their size. I wouldn’t exactly call them dainty.”

"Ah shit, you're right. Now that I think about, the reason I probably trip over them so much is because they're fucking huge," Piper joked along, rolling her eyes slightly.

Wind and their footsteps was the conversation going on the entire way to Clovers Circle Pub.  He didn’t mind it, silence was his favorite thing if he were honest.  People talked to much, and he preferred to talk very little.  Once they walked into the pub, he glanced over at her and her ridiculous question.  “Who doesn’t know my name?”  He muttered out loud as he sat at the bar and still gave her yet another puzzled look half wondering if she were bullshitting him or just that moronic.  So far with how much he had spoken with her, he would chose the latter.  She didn’t seem a scholar.

"Adam... Adam, right. I thought it was something along those lines," Piper announced, feeling slightly dumb that she hadn't known that. In her defense though, she never really read the Clovers Chronicle unless it was right in front of her and there was nothing else to occupy her time with. Before she had much time to say anything else, a waiter swooped around and asked for their drink orders. Piper thought for a moment, "I'll just have a gin and tonic, please." After the waiter walked away, Piper strained her mind thinking of something interesting to say to him.

Stuart looked around the room and sighed as he surveyed the damage. Pizza boxes, dirty clothes, several posters showing missing pets that he had personally found and returned to their owners. Keeping them made him feel like a good person. Almost like Jesus but specifically for animals. Knowing it wouldn’t be long before Piper arrived he plugged in his iPod and attempted to clean while dancing around the room. Needless to say his technique wasn’t very effective, but he did remember to light the candles she kept going on about so the room would smell a little less of cheese and meat. Although he truly didn’t understand how anyone could find such a comforting aroma disturbing.

Piper quickly made her way up the stairs which lead to Stuart's apartment door, and, per usual, she found the door unlocked. With a twist of the handle, Piper made her way in and shut the thick wooden door behind her. Much to her surprise, Stu's apartment was actually fairly neat and organized... And the vanilla scented candles she had gotten him were lit, making the flat smell a little less like a taco and a little more like an ice cream cone. It seemed to Piper as if he were actually making an effort for once, and that, too, made her want to try a little harder.

Flynn turned a corner and found himself suddenly losing his balance. He spun around to see why and saw a blonde woman standing beside him. A laugh lingered in his throat as he stared at her, "Did you just headbutt me?" 

Piper's face flushed a bright pink out of pure embarrassment, and a small forced laugh barely escaped through her lips, "I, yeah, I did headbutt you, I guess... But no, I can't blame the rain for all my problems. I can blame my feet, too." Piper covered her face with her hand for a moment, trying her best to hide the fact that she was clearly flustered, before moving it down to her side. "Hopefully, I didn't, like, hurt you with my forehead of steal."

Don’t you have a team to be trying to win this asinine game with instead?  I’m up for free drinks and a quickie though if this is where this is going; I like easy blondes.

My group can handle themselves, and I can always meet up with them after I've gotten you shitfaced.

Best you’ll get out of me is a one nighter, and I’m going to need a lot of liquor for that.

The pub is right around the corner. I'll buy the first round.

Fair enough, but be aware— when I win, you’re going to go streaking down Main Street yelling “Eureka”.

Oh God, what have I agreed to... But alright, fine, you have yourself a deal.

Tough shit.  Get a life and your own ride.

Fine, no ride. That's okay by me. But I will get you to like me... Just wait.

I don’t really care to make an impression on someone not worth my time or the effort.  Give yourself the break and fuck off, Princess.

No, I'm not going to give myself a break and fuck off. I'm going to make you like me sooner or later so next time I come into that office of yours I'll get a damn ride.

Now we’re talking! Since you’re going to loose, I’ll let you pick what you’ll have to do while I’m ten bucks richer.

Fine, go ahead. But if I so happen to win, which, let's face it, I probably will, then you have to follow me around for a full day and do whatever I say.

You seem to think I care -or should care- how you view me.  Tell me, why is that?  Or are you just being this hostile because I didn’t bend over backwards for you a couple days ago?  Because I don’t get weak for the blonde bimbo thing.  I get enough of that easily without having to lend a helping hand.

You didn't really create a good first impression the other day, and so far you've done nothing to prove wrong the way I currently feel about you. And blonde bimbo? Seriously? Give me a break.

Cool isn’t the word I think of for myself.  Are you 14 still talking like that?

How would you describe yourself then? Intriguing? Daper? Utterly captivating?

I can think of a few reasons why they’d want it.

I just don't think you're as cool as you seem to think you are.