Bring Us the Girl

If you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

♔} Oh? And who was this hunk of man standing before him? The red reaper flashed a toothy grin to the other in some sort of greeting. Perhaps today was his lucky day?~ His eyes scanned the male before him with great interest. This one could be interesting if he played his cards right.

Booker just stared uncomfortably at this man. The toothy grin was a little too...pointy for Booker. The longer this man looked at Booker the more uncomfortable he grew. He wanted to say something, but he was worried that this guy was either going to tackle him or eat him. Both situations made him heart rate increase and his fists clench at his sides.

Eleanor stared at the stranger with a confusion written all over her face. “I don’t know who this Elizabeth you are talking about is but it certainly isn’t me" she said, straightening her back to get a better look at him. 

Booker frowned when the woman clarified who she was. A grumble and a look at her fully revealed that she was right. "Uh...sorry about that. You look like her." He took a few steps back and stood with no smile on his face. "Booker DeWitt." He gave a nod of his head.

Tony stared at the screen for a moment, he hadn’t been paying attention to what had been playing on it, most of the time he just left it on for background noise when he was sitting around drinking on his own or on occasion falling asleep on the couch. “Uh, titanic. Not something I’ve ever really made a point of sitting down and watching if I’m honest." He would have switched the channel if he’d bothered to reach over and grab the control. “Then there’s the live news channel which are like I said live, happening as they happen on tv, give or take one or two second delays."

Booker watched the screen more avidly, nodding slowly as Tony spoke. This was the Titanic? How did they get footage from that event that was salvageable and able to be watched? Booker didn't question it though, just accepting it along with the fact of the television. "Are there other things? Sports?" Booker looked over at Tony, his head titled slightly. This television warranted some further investigation, which might include more alcohol and  some food. "Could it be possible to....further investigate this? With more drinks?"

I want your hot, dirty, smut anon inside my ask.

And if I’m too embarrassed to post it, you win.

"It's time I socialize...I guess..."

She tilted her head “I…um…just tend to turn into a babbling idiot….” She twisted a strand of hair behind her ear.  “Ironic…since I’m…talking to you…” She blushed a little “I’m trying to get better….um…my names Aurelie…” She offered her hand. Soft, porcelain white, it had probably never experienced a days work.

Booker shrugged, listening to the girl ramble for a moment. "Booker DeWitt." He took her hand and carefully shook it. Too delicate for his tastes. She didn't look like someone who had worked much if ever. Letting go of her hand, Booker stuck both hands into his pants pockets. "Interesting name.."