L I A M X O ' C O N N O R
Ares x Hex:#eb641d x Outfit
In all fairness, at least she said that she'd try. At the very least, he had warned her. Not that it was enough to simply make someone aware of a problem that could surface. If anything, he was all the more wary of it now that he had told her. If he did anything to her regardless of promises broken, he'd only really have himself to blame. One cannot control the actions of others, only of themselves. His only worry was that here he had no release. Not in the same way that he did back home - where he could fight and brawl to his heart's content and it would stave off that insatiable desire to hit someone. Sometimes that was someone he loved that just hit the right button at an impossibly wrong time.
They were just going to have to cross that road when they get there. When. It was never a matter of if, as much as he loathed to think it.
Liam actually couldn't feel her pulse quickening because his hands were so rough, skin calloused and tough. Even his fingers were the same. He wasn't well-versed in handling delicate things or touching a woman long enough to take note of her subtle body signals - the coolness of her fingers as compared to his, the lax way her fingers seemed to rest against his own. However, he did notice that her cheeks were flushing, and he was almost sure that meant he had won for the night. He high-fived himself in his own mind.
"Thank you,", she finally spoke, and he decided right there that he had created an uncomfortable scenario. At best, maybe it was just unfamiliar. He put on faux disappointment, and it also complimented
He tilted his body away from her just a little bit - enough to pull his head back and give her his signature stare down. Only this one had a really? expression to it. "You know, would it kill a woman to tell a man that he is good looking? I mean, Rocco told me you were trying to sneak a peek back at the cabin." Oh, only Liam could ruin a perfectly romantic moment. Getting Sloane to smile and laugh was a good distraction, and she seemed to take his jests with a light heart. There was also this huge fact that, if this scene was uncomfortable to her, then it was ten times more so for him. He didn't know exactly how this woman made him felt, why it happened so quickly, or if an attachment to her would be something he could handle. Put a few guys in front of him - he could kick all their asses. A small thing with big doe eyes and a penchant for taking care of his dog and him? Terrifying.
Just as the dark recesses of his mind tried to open doors that were best remained shut, she collided with him. His reaction, naturally, was to brace her midback with the hand she had freed, protectively tucking her up against him."Sorry. It was cold," Sloane laughed - smiled. You know, all that cute shit she does that he's sure is making him look like a total pansy. "Maybe we should get something to drink? Since you kind of hulk smashed yours."
She didn't have to ask him twice - not that she had given him much choice. He was all-too-happy to be led by her, hand-in-hand, as strange as it was. Yet, it was also comfortable. Or not? Or both. This whole thing is a mess. Liam is a mess. But hey, he was pretty sure that none of the other girls were going to try to put moves on him. That was one worry of off of his shoulders. As his eyes ventured off to the crowd and landed on Eve for a moment, he reminded himself that she looks like the type that would try. But she's so hot. Camp Athens is a curse.
His eyes wouldn't dare to linger on the blonde for long, but they did fall on Sylas as Sloane began to cling to Liam. The snake was lucky that this beautiful woman was clinging to him because he knows he spoke to Trinity, and just that alone deserved some overdue facial reconstruction. He promised to try and not be a dick, though. It was a really big ask. He knew that Sylas wouldn't dare. He would be stupid to. A few words and the entire Camp would turn their backs on him. Liam was all about keeping this whole situation on a need-to-know basis, but he didn't have a whole lot of patience.
Before he even knew it, and probably by the grace of Sloane being in charge of tugging him wherever she so pleased, they were away from her brother and at the refreshments table. She was right - there were way too many choices. "Where do you even start?"
The Ares son slipped away from her, but only play pretend bartender. "I've been to so many bars, I'm sure this can't be hard. I mean, I bet you like fruity drinks." He picked up a bottle of vodka and set it in front of him, then some cranberry juice, some Schnapps of a flavor he didn't really check - maybe peach or some girly shit, and orange juice. He gathered up a shot glass, filled a glass with ice, and proceeded to put it all together. While he summoned his inner bartender, he put one shot of the vodka. But that couldn't be right. Who could taste one shot of vodka with all this fruity crap in it? So, he put in two along with one of the Schnapps. Then he started to mix in the juices but didn't bother using a shaker. He just stuck it all in the glass and used a spoon to stir it. Same thing!
He was super proud of the job he had done, and he even embellished it with one of those cute umbrellas. He presented it to her, "Sex On the Beach?" It never occurred to him to tell her that it was the name of the drink he offered to her. Either way, it was definitely the drink, but heavy on the alcohol. It was not good at all.
They were just going to have to cross that road when they get there. When. It was never a matter of if, as much as he loathed to think it.
Liam actually couldn't feel her pulse quickening because his hands were so rough, skin calloused and tough. Even his fingers were the same. He wasn't well-versed in handling delicate things or touching a woman long enough to take note of her subtle body signals - the coolness of her fingers as compared to his, the lax way her fingers seemed to rest against his own. However, he did notice that her cheeks were flushing, and he was almost sure that meant he had won for the night. He high-fived himself in his own mind.
"Thank you,", she finally spoke, and he decided right there that he had created an uncomfortable scenario. At best, maybe it was just unfamiliar. He put on faux disappointment, and it also complimented
He tilted his body away from her just a little bit - enough to pull his head back and give her his signature stare down. Only this one had a really? expression to it. "You know, would it kill a woman to tell a man that he is good looking? I mean, Rocco told me you were trying to sneak a peek back at the cabin." Oh, only Liam could ruin a perfectly romantic moment. Getting Sloane to smile and laugh was a good distraction, and she seemed to take his jests with a light heart. There was also this huge fact that, if this scene was uncomfortable to her, then it was ten times more so for him. He didn't know exactly how this woman made him felt, why it happened so quickly, or if an attachment to her would be something he could handle. Put a few guys in front of him - he could kick all their asses. A small thing with big doe eyes and a penchant for taking care of his dog and him? Terrifying.
Just as the dark recesses of his mind tried to open doors that were best remained shut, she collided with him. His reaction, naturally, was to brace her midback with the hand she had freed, protectively tucking her up against him."Sorry. It was cold," Sloane laughed - smiled. You know, all that cute shit she does that he's sure is making him look like a total pansy. "Maybe we should get something to drink? Since you kind of hulk smashed yours."
She didn't have to ask him twice - not that she had given him much choice. He was all-too-happy to be led by her, hand-in-hand, as strange as it was. Yet, it was also comfortable. Or not? Or both. This whole thing is a mess. Liam is a mess. But hey, he was pretty sure that none of the other girls were going to try to put moves on him. That was one worry of off of his shoulders. As his eyes ventured off to the crowd and landed on Eve for a moment, he reminded himself that she looks like the type that would try. But she's so hot. Camp Athens is a curse.
His eyes wouldn't dare to linger on the blonde for long, but they did fall on Sylas as Sloane began to cling to Liam. The snake was lucky that this beautiful woman was clinging to him because he knows he spoke to Trinity, and just that alone deserved some overdue facial reconstruction. He promised to try and not be a dick, though. It was a really big ask. He knew that Sylas wouldn't dare. He would be stupid to. A few words and the entire Camp would turn their backs on him. Liam was all about keeping this whole situation on a need-to-know basis, but he didn't have a whole lot of patience.
Before he even knew it, and probably by the grace of Sloane being in charge of tugging him wherever she so pleased, they were away from her brother and at the refreshments table. She was right - there were way too many choices. "Where do you even start?"
The Ares son slipped away from her, but only play pretend bartender. "I've been to so many bars, I'm sure this can't be hard. I mean, I bet you like fruity drinks." He picked up a bottle of vodka and set it in front of him, then some cranberry juice, some Schnapps of a flavor he didn't really check - maybe peach or some girly shit, and orange juice. He gathered up a shot glass, filled a glass with ice, and proceeded to put it all together. While he summoned his inner bartender, he put one shot of the vodka. But that couldn't be right. Who could taste one shot of vodka with all this fruity crap in it? So, he put in two along with one of the Schnapps. Then he started to mix in the juices but didn't bother using a shaker. He just stuck it all in the glass and used a spoon to stir it. Same thing!
He was super proud of the job he had done, and he even embellished it with one of those cute umbrellas. He presented it to her, "Sex On the Beach?" It never occurred to him to tell her that it was the name of the drink he offered to her. Either way, it was definitely the drink, but heavy on the alcohol. It was not good at all.