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[pushtheboundaries]

"You've reached Robert Callaghan, Headmaster to the Heropa Organization for imPort Education. Please leave a message with your name, your phone number, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. As a reminder, my office hours are..."

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[itistolaugh]

[ She's a little sweaty and a little out of breath when she comes back. It's very trashy romance novel cover. She pushes her hair back and leans against the bar. ]

Don't you dare disappoint me after that, Robert. I'd never let you live it down.

[pushtheboundaries]

I won't, I won't! I just want to let everyone else get their turn in, first. Patience is a virtue and all that.

[also he's kind of soaking in the warmth of the scotch in his body and kind of very lethargic right now.]

[itistolaugh]

Patience is a stalling technique.

[ Leans heavily against him. Pay attention to Harley, do it, do it. ]

[pushtheboundaries]

[does patting her on the head count as paying attention?]

And a very good one at that, but I'm not about to go steal the mic from someone who's clearly having as much fun as you did.

On the bright side, I feel better about my singing, now.

[itistolaugh]

[ ... It counts, but only barely. Is she a dog? RUDE, Robert. ]

Hey, do this.

[ Holds up her arms. Gimme an H! ]

[pushtheboundaries]

[well someone might call her one but he is far too much of a gentleman to even think of it!! he'll just kind of blink before starting to raise his arms obediently]

What are we doing?

[itistolaugh]

[ We're stealing his shit is what we're doing. She pulls down on his shoulders to bend him over a little, so she can reach over his back and pull off his sweatervest. What's a little public stripping between friends? ]

You are not wearing this onstage, mister.

[pushtheboundaries]

[AWK. that is a rather undignified noise as he - well, Robert Callaghan does not squirm, but even with her little declaration it takes him a moment to figure out what she's doing.

sadly, it is not nearly enough to keep her from ridding him of the vestment.]

Hey, HEY! Harley, you can't just- that's my vest!

[itistolaugh]

Oh? But I can and I did.

[ Y'know what, she'll take that tie too. ]

There. Much better. You can have them back later, probably.

[pushtheboundaries]

[he's now batting her hands away from him because at this point he is very concerned for his shirt. and belt. and- basically everything else he's wearing. his hair is disheveled and he probably looks like a mess- far from the poised professor he's supposed to be.]

I need those, Harley! Is this your way of getting me up there sooner than later?

[itistolaugh]

It is June in Florida. You do not need a sweatervest, come on, seriously.

[ But she's trying to fix his hair, and how can she do that if he's batting at her? Is this going to turn into a slapfight? Yep, that's super poised, Bobby. ]

[pushtheboundaries]

It's comfortable. [you lost touchy rights, he will darn well bap her hands away from him. apparently, once the scotch gets going, Robert can get quite a bit childish. but he does eventually 'give up', shaking his head as he reaches for another sip of scotch]

Mmmh. If I have to get a new set of clothing after tonight, I'm not going drinking with you again, bad day or not.

[itistolaugh]

[ Once he gives up she's right back to trying to set his hair to order, which is really just an excuse to run her fingers through it. ]

You'll get it back, you big grump. And you will so. We're having a nice time, aren't we? It's good to get out of your own head for a little bit, from time to time.

[pushtheboundaries]

[she's underestimating his ability to pout. and/or hold on to a grudge. but she does have a point, and his next wave of his hand is halfhearted. yeah, yeah

he'll just be setting down his glass now and pushing himself up]

All right, let's get this over with. What happens next is entirely your fault.

[he says that, but he's smirking]

[itistolaugh]

I'm more than happy to take the blame.

[ Raises her glass to him. Cheers, baby. ]

[pushtheboundaries]

[little devil.

Robert, despite his claims, does not have a terrible singing voice. it's clearly untrained and ill-used, but he's far from window-shattering. the fact remains that his chosen song only has so much singing as fast-talking- and while he stumbles over the words at times, it's actually quite impressive how little he looks at the screen, and how well he keeps the pace.

this is what happens when you're a 90s kid, ladies and gentlemen. no matter how old you get, some things stick with you.]

[itistolaugh]

[ Sexy little devil, thank you very much.

She gives him a standing ovation and the loudest cheers in the bar. Yeah, get it, hot grampa!

She also gives him another glass of Scotch, because we can't forget what's really important here. ]

[pushtheboundaries]

[SPOILER, HE HAS NO GRANDCHILDREN, AND UP UNTIL VERY RECENTLY HE WAS CONVINCED THAT THIS WOULD FOREVER BE THE CASE

Robert can't help but grin at the various responses he's getting - apparently, nobody expected grandpa to be able to 'bust rhymes' like that - and makes a small bow before handing back the mic. there's his seat, and there's his new scotch?]

I take it you're proud of yourself.

[itistolaugh]

I mean, yeah. Pretty much all the time. And why not? I'm fantastic.

[pushtheboundaries]

You're a terrible influence. [he's still smirking, so clearly he doesn't mean as much by it as one might think? maybe?

either way. hello, scotch, meet tastebuds. all told, he should be downing this a lot slower than he is; scotch is meant to be savored, after all, and appreciated. but frankly...

frankly, he's planning on making this one last. he already knows he's going to regret the morning, but damn if he doesn't feel good right now]

[itistolaugh]

I'll take that as a compliment, thanks.

[ So. What if.

What if.

She just ... leaned over and kissed him, just a little one. That's fine, right? That's a thing friends do? They are probably friends now? These are all definitely good points and in no way influenced by alcohol and karaoke-fueled adrenaline. ]

[pushtheboundaries]

[what if he didn't realize what she was doing until her lips hit his cheek and he flinches as if it was a bite.]

That, ah-

[okay he's leaning back now and quite a bit red in the face. not just from the alcohol]

-I think we've had enough to drink.

[don't mind him putting a hand on her chest to try and push her away if she's not alreaWAIT NO CHEST IS A BAD IDEA. moving to shoulder now]

[itistolaugh]

[ Raised eyebrows at that. Did he just ... did he just grope her? And do it really badly? Oh Robert, you mess. ]

That's a big reaction for a little peck on the cheek. What were you thinking? Naughty boy.

[pushtheboundaries]

[ACCIDENTAL. IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. wow, that is a vivid shape of red Robert is turning, and his stammering is quite impressive, as well. not that he's exceedingly verbose normally, but this is really something.]

Sorry, I- it's just me, I-think I've had enough, I mean-

[poor, poor Robert.]

[itistolaugh]

Robert.

[ She guides his hand back to where it started and steps too close. ]

I saw how you were lookin' at me, when I was up there.

[ She gently rests one hand at the nape of his neck and draws him in. Poor, poor Robert. ]