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Post by Captain Jack Sparrow on Jun 3, 2011 5:31:57 GMT -5
With the rum bottle half raised to his mouth, Jack paused, holding it there when Chel walked off to ask for food. He leaned over a little in his seat to watch her, his eyes often drifting downward as he did. However, he saw she'd turned back and he immediately returned to his previous upright position and tried to act like he was admiring something on the wall near her.
However, his eyes snapped right back at her when he noticed she was swaying her hips out of the corner of his eye. Supposing it was for the bartender's benefit by using her charms, like Jack had suggested, he was just another man in the tavern enjoying the show. But he got a surprise and grinned at her when she seemed to be giving the show to him now. Flickering a glance at the bartender, he was pleased to note the trick had worked and he was interested so it looked like no money would be exchanging between him and Chel that night.
When she came back. Jack was about to comment on a job well done when his breath caught at her seductiveness. After a few moments, Jack tore his gaze off her leg and went back to her face, even though it was slightly difficult to look away from the lovely limb. "You use your charms a little too well." He managed to say, awe and lust in his expression. "I must admit, I'm impressed... even intrigued at what other tricks you've mastered... in fact, I insist you show me more sometime." He smirked, itching to run his hand down that smooth and tanned leg of hers but somehow managed to resist the urge... for now.
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Post by Chel on Jun 4, 2011 4:50:20 GMT -5
"And maybe that will happen... sometime..." Chel smirked back. Just as Jack resisted to move his hand down her leg, Chel teased him by letting her hand move up his leg. Then she interrupted herself by taking another gulp of the rum. She took a larger gulp than before, and she grimaced. She wasn't as used to the strong liquid as she wished.
She opened her mouth to say something about the rum, then the barman interrupted her by serving her the stew. He seemed a bit irritated, and maybe disappointed, after seeing that Chel had flirted with Jack. But Chel didn't care. She was in seventh heaven now.
"Thank you!" she said before starting to eat, and the barman walked away without saying a word.
"Yummy!" she said anyway, though she had hoped it to be spicier.
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Post by Captain Jack Sparrow on Jun 5, 2011 4:29:40 GMT -5
Jack's smirk never wavered. "I'll hold you to that promise, remember that." Even though he was hesitant in touching Chel, she didn't have the same trait, it seemed. His eyes fluttered close at the touch for the touch alone was heightened by her previous show and seduction. Of course she didn't go any further and Jack knew she wouldn't just yet but he still was slightly disappointed when she did stop. He watched as she drank her rum and made a face and he couldn't help but grin in amusement.
"Still got the meal without paying, never mind his attitude, luv." Jack hardly ever failed to pick up anything that was happening around him, and despite the impressive company this time was again no different. While she ate, Jack continued to drink, happy with just liquor and no food. "Any interesting plans you'd like to indulge in after we're done here?" Jack asked with a slight slur, giving away that the rum was finally having it's effect on him.
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Post by Chel on Jun 6, 2011 13:48:32 GMT -5
Jack asked her what she wanted to do after they would be done at the pub, and Chel took another big sip of the rum, once again making a face.
"And it still doesn't taste any better" she mumbled with a small hiccup.
She realised that he asked her what she wanted to do, already being tipsy. And she looked at him as she lifted an eyebrow and grinned. To explain further, she took her bottle as her hand moved around it in a certain way.
"How about that, huh?" she said, chuckling like a drunk. She took yet another gulp of the rum and placed it back on the table.
"Mmm! Rum, is it? I lllove it!" she said, with pressure on the l.
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Post by Captain Jack Sparrow on Jun 7, 2011 6:00:17 GMT -5
Jack gave a short laugh as she again made a face yet a little while later she announced she loved it. Rum happened to do that to a person, especially a person who wasn't used to said drink. He watched Chel's movements on the bottle with darkened eyes, grinning like a cat whose spied a delectable mouse.
"I'd like that very much, I can assure you." Jack watched her and thought she should maybe stop or she won't be much use later on... "How about ye have more of the food, hmm?" He shoved the plate towards her, having the idea with food in her stomach it will sober her up a little. He leaned forward a little too far while pushing the plate and ended up with a perfect view down her top. Jack stayed there a moment before leaning back, having had enjoyed the view. He looked at her face again and smirked, not at all ashamed of what he'd just done.
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Post by Chel on Jun 7, 2011 7:38:30 GMT -5
"But I just started to like it!" Chel protested child-like when Jack suggested she should eat some more. But she continued to eat anyway when he shoved the bowl to her.
She giggled when he leaned forward and looked down her top.
"You know..." she started, then she saw that Jack stayed there for longer than she wanted, as she wanted his full attention when talking to him.
"Hey, Ja-ack! Eyes up here..." Chel flipped her fingers up to her face, but she just couldn't yell at him when he smirked like that and infected her, making her smirk as well.
"You can get a better look, you know..." Taking a good spoonful of the stew, she put it in her mouth then pointed upwards with the spoon, hoping Jack would take the hint.
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Post by Captain Jack Sparrow on Jun 9, 2011 5:29:41 GMT -5
Jack gave Chel an apologetic look when she claimed she was just beginning to enjoy the drink but was glad she was eating anyway. Luckily for him, she was either too drunk or she actually did like the attention... or maybe both... when she didn't slap him for looking at her goods. He did look at her face when told to, but looking at any part of her was having the same effect on him since he was beyond the point of wanting her.
"I'd like that very much. If the preview that's good, I'm looking forward to the full show..." Jack grinned now, getting her hint immediately. After he was satisfied she'd eaten enough, he stood, swayed a moment from the rum and dragged Chel up from her chair by her arm. "Shall we, love?"
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Post by Chel on Jun 19, 2011 4:17:28 GMT -5
Chel had finished half of her meal and was ready for dessert. Wiping her mouth with a large napkin that was lying on the table (actually the tablecloth), Chel was dragged up by her arm and giggled like a child that had done something wrong and still wouldn't be a 'good girl'. She leapt down from the stool and followed Jack up to the second floor.
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