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mare_liberumIt was only a matter of time before all the jokes about boning would finally be put into action. In all honesty, Rosa's surprised it didn't happen sooner, given how frequent the comments ricocheted back and forth between the two of them.
It was different than how her attraction had been to Pimento (and the Vulture, and the Sham Wow guy, and Stripe the evil Gremlin). In all of those scenarios, it'd been explicitly because they were .. fucked up, in one way or another. It was sort of a Diaz M.O. to be into people (or Gremlins) with something "wrong" with them. But in Poe's case, it was .. the opposite. Not that the guy didn't have his issues, but who the fuck didn't? He was hot as hell, that much was obvious, but he was also kind, caring, fiercely loyal, outgoing, funny. There was nothing overtly fucked about him, and for a while, Rosa just played it all off as a joke. All talk and no play, so to speak.
Until talk wasn't enough. Or, really, the talking could only escalate. She'd heard a song once with the line, the talking leads to touching, and the touching leads to sex, and god damn, did she hope she and Poe would follow that pattern.
Someone asked the other out for drinks that night, it didn't matter who did what. What actually matters is that they find themselves sitting at some seedy bar in Maurtia Falls, tossing back drinks like they're water, enjoying each other's company. Rosa's not one to get bubbly or even flirty in the traditional sense, but her cheeks are flushed, and she's smiling and laughing more than she ever has before in her life. Poe brings that side out of her, and with anyone else, she'd hate it. She finds she doesn't mind it too much now.
"Round five!" she whoops, signaling the bartender for another pair of shots for the two of them.
It was different than how her attraction had been to Pimento (and the Vulture, and the Sham Wow guy, and Stripe the evil Gremlin). In all of those scenarios, it'd been explicitly because they were .. fucked up, in one way or another. It was sort of a Diaz M.O. to be into people (or Gremlins) with something "wrong" with them. But in Poe's case, it was .. the opposite. Not that the guy didn't have his issues, but who the fuck didn't? He was hot as hell, that much was obvious, but he was also kind, caring, fiercely loyal, outgoing, funny. There was nothing overtly fucked about him, and for a while, Rosa just played it all off as a joke. All talk and no play, so to speak.
Until talk wasn't enough. Or, really, the talking could only escalate. She'd heard a song once with the line, the talking leads to touching, and the touching leads to sex, and god damn, did she hope she and Poe would follow that pattern.
Someone asked the other out for drinks that night, it didn't matter who did what. What actually matters is that they find themselves sitting at some seedy bar in Maurtia Falls, tossing back drinks like they're water, enjoying each other's company. Rosa's not one to get bubbly or even flirty in the traditional sense, but her cheeks are flushed, and she's smiling and laughing more than she ever has before in her life. Poe brings that side out of her, and with anyone else, she'd hate it. She finds she doesn't mind it too much now.
"Round five!" she whoops, signaling the bartender for another pair of shots for the two of them.
