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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Dec 10, 2007 22:23:48 GMT -5
"Well, I wouldn't say intelligent..." she said with a playful smile, but unfortunately hadn't argued the part about his being handsome or her heart beating faster when he was around. She was obviously flustered and getting nervous. He was so darn close.
She looked back at him, making eye contact, and blushing slightly "I - I..." She was, unfortunately, at a loss for words.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 10, 2007 22:36:34 GMT -5
Uh huh. Cat got yer tongue?
Aesir winked at her. "Yer probably right. Otherwise I'd be smart enough not to ask the next question." he said as he leaned in a little closer, almost whispering in her ear. "Elsbeth, I wanna know somethin', cuz its been buggin' me since the first day I met ye..."
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Dec 10, 2007 22:39:32 GMT -5
Alarms went off inside her head, screaming TOO CLOSE! TOO CLOSE! but Elsbeth ignored them and held her smile, though a bit shakily.
At his question, though, she attempted an answer. Elsbeth almost froze up, but managed to squeek out a few words. "And what would that be?"
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 10, 2007 22:47:30 GMT -5
"I know it's inappropriate of me to ask this, but I can't help it." he said, taking a moment to collect his thoughts.
Your an idiot MacLeod.
Yes, but it's the stupid things that make life so much more interesting.
Like yerself?
Shut up.
He cleared his throat slightly. "Elsbeth-"
Yer a dead man.
"What is that thing that's always stuck in between yer cleavage?" he asked in all earnesty. As he pulled back, there was a perplexed look on his face as though he were faced with a rubix cube that had only one color on all sides.
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Dec 10, 2007 22:57:32 GMT -5
Elsbeth's face flushed a crimson red, and she took a step back to distance herself from the infuriating man. She reached down her shirt and pulled out a small vial like the ones she used for her potion samples. It was full of Firewhiskey, for special moments. She threw it at him, and began her tirade.
"I should slap you for admitting to looking down my shirt on occasion, and I should throw you out of my office for being cheeky, as well!"
Her embarrasment faded, and anger took over. "Give me one good reason, in 5 words or less, why I shouldn't fire your sorry arse on the spot!"
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 10, 2007 23:06:04 GMT -5
Aesir's hand flew out like a striking snake and plucked the phial from the air with cat like reflexes. He looked down at the small thing and popped the cork, taking a sniff.
"Give me one good reason, in 5 words or less, why I shouldn't fire your sorry arse on the spot!"
Oh crap.
Think think think think think-
He looked to her and jiggled the phial a bit, a bit sheepish at her anger.
"I don't hide alcohol?" he asked, wincing a bit.
Another job bites the dust.
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Dec 10, 2007 23:12:47 GMT -5
"Well... You do have a point." she said, as her muscles relaxed and she became visibly more calm. She was still upset, though.
"But don't think I'm letting you off the hook that easily, MacLeod! What were you doing looking down my shirt, anyway?"
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 10, 2007 23:17:55 GMT -5
Phew, that was clooooooooooooooose.
Aesir exhaled his relief, smiling. He waved a hand dismissively.
"What! Ye wear low cut shirts, yer attractive, what do you think? Besides, don't worry about it yer not the only one I've done that to." he said dismissively, smiling up until he finished speaking.
Oooooooooooooooooh shi-
Aesir paled. "I mean, well, it's not what it sounds like! What I meant to say was-"
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Dec 10, 2007 23:23:01 GMT -5
Elsbeth patted his arm, and said "Don't worry about it. You've already made a fool of yourself and me today."
She walked a bit ahead of him, toward the door and suggested that the meeting was about done. "I think you should go before you say something else one of us might regret. You go work on that Halloween Ball music, and I'll let you know when the first Hogsmeade trip comes by."
Dammit, that was close, Pierce! A little too close for my liking... But why does he have to be so cute when he's being an arse?!
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 11, 2007 15:49:59 GMT -5
Aesir smiled as though he were sucking on a lemon, taking a few steps back towards the door. He pointing a finger in her direction in a "Right. of course." kind of manner before opening his mouth and closing it shut quickly.
Nice an' easy MacLeod. You want to leave this room alive, remember?
"I'll, uh...I'll look into the music." he said, not sure of how many words he could say before he overstayed his welcome. He extended a hand forward, holding the phial of firewhiskey forward. "Would you like me to put it back?"
That is NOT nice and easy!
I couldn't help it...
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Dec 11, 2007 16:10:42 GMT -5
Elsbeth grabbed the Firewhiskey from Aesir's outstretched hand and turned around to return to the comfort of her desk and her work. Without another word she ignored him to the best of her abilities and delved back into her seventh year potion class lessons.
She looked up once to be sure that he had gone.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 11, 2007 16:19:01 GMT -5
Wincing, Aesir quickly tip toed his way out. Things never turned out quite as planned. And to think, he just wanted to know what it was. No harm in asking, was there?
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