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#4d2915 || Outfit || City Hall
#4d2915 || Outfit || City Hall
He had been content to quietly pace the hall, looking at this item then at that. Wondering why on earth half of this shit was here. Maybe bidding on one thing or another. He had also happened to peek at Lorelei, jotting a quick note mentally that she had spent enough time on the quill for him to guess it was something of interest to her. He'd have to deal with that a bit later, as it didn't seem she was placing any wagers on it. Then again, it wouldn't surprise him. He wasn't sure if Adrien paid her for whatever work she did for him.
Just as he might have rounded a table corner to do just that - bid on the swan feather quill, the lecherous redhead caught him. As polite as ever, he paused midstep and took the offered champaign flute. However, he set out down on the table behind him because he had a very low tolerance to light alcohol.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you 'no one puts baby in a corner'. Ricardo Trujillo. You are looking particularly fine this evening," the vixen was practically purring at him in that salacious tone of hers. Liesl was on the prowl, and it took a predator to know another one. They were very much alike, only it looked bad on her. In his eyes, anyway.
Still, he was a gentleman, and there was no denying his nature. He would entertain her for a time. "You're quite a sight yourself, Miss. Voigt," he replied. Just because he didn't necessarily enjoy her coming onto him like something to eventually be conquered didn't mean that he couldn't also be honest. Liesl was gorgeous, and if he didn't have eyes for someone else - she'd have been a good hit and quit. And not kindly, either.
"So, what is a handsome bachelor such as yourself doing all the way over here all alone?"
He didn't answer that. It was a question that he didn't have much of an answer to. Why was he here? For charity of course, but she really wasn't interested in that. This was all small-talk for someone like her. In fact, Ricardo let the woman rattle off at the mouth. He didn't even care to look up at any of her proposed women, seeing as he rarely gave the ladies of Essex any attention at all. Especially not this one attaching herself to him right now.
Liesl said something about Lorelei, but it didn't bother him. Insults didn't do anything for him, and maybe she was jealous. Jealous that the only men she could grab treated her like trash and better men couldn't care less that she existed. While all t these thoughts drifted through his head, he gave her his utmost attention - eyes locked on her, and even his body mirrored some of her gestures as is sometimes socially typical during interactions between two or more people. He didn't mind that she touched him, or that she was in his intimate space.
Then she stepped in front of him, completely eclipsing her sister unabashed. Liesl ignited certain primal urges in men, but these were fleeting. Sex. Physical attraction. Even Ricardo was susceptible to his blood rushing at her now even closer proximity and how her delicate fingers played with his tie as another palm rested against his chest. On the other hand, Lorelei admittedly gave him the same primal urges, yet also the most concrete of them all - that basic animal instinct to protect. That was the only real difference between what the twins did for him.
Unfortunately for Liesl, even though she had gotten him a bit heated, he could control his temptations. Sex and physical attraction were not enough to make Ricardo jump out of his clothes.
"Plus, who wants a Saint when you can have a sinner? Whoever said blondes have more fun never had a ginger."
He placed a hand on her side; his large fingers curling firmly, yet not too tightly, around her small waistline. He pulled her into him, as if there was any distance to spare, leaned down so that he could whisper against her neck, and swept some of her hair away to make sure she would hear him fully. His words were dark, and maybe they'd be a little surprising coming from such a gentleman. Then again, he's known for his more traditional gender views, so maybe she won't be taken too aback. "I'm a bit of a sinner myself, Miss. Voigt. Why have defiled goods when I could have something... untouched? Personally, I think that's much more fun. Don't you?" No, he didn't know anything about Lorelei, but he did have his stereotypical assumptions.
In a matter of two minutes, he had completely insulted her and watched her wet dream crash to the floor at her feet. He had lingered only for a short few seconds after his words before he withdrew and brushed some of the red hair he had displaced back over her shoulder. The backs of his knuckles swept just barely over her collarbone, and perhaps a bit lower than that.
Then, to add insult to injury, he coerced her aside with that hand on her waist, only to make his way to none other than her sister, Lorelei, and the crew of ladies - and now one other guy, Grayson. Was he comfortable? No, but it was about that time for him to deliver Liesl a low blow and also maybe do something other than just stalk the blond to death.
"Grayson - like the suit," he stated casually, not wanting to be that one guy that enters a group of mostly women and ignores the one other man there. That, and he could appreciate a less flamboyant style of suit. Then he flashed his most charming smile, and in his deep and slightly accented tones, "You ladies are looking lovely tonight." He would compliment them all, as he was the most polite to women that weren't named Liesl. Even then, at least Ricardo touched her - so she should really be grateful he gave her that much.
"Anything interesting?" He inquired, making room in the small throng to stand next to Lorelei. Their shoulders touched - rather, her shoulder touched his bicep, more likely.
He believes he made his point, and now he's making his move (kind of). The redhead was a blessing in disguise.
Just as he might have rounded a table corner to do just that - bid on the swan feather quill, the lecherous redhead caught him. As polite as ever, he paused midstep and took the offered champaign flute. However, he set out down on the table behind him because he had a very low tolerance to light alcohol.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you 'no one puts baby in a corner'. Ricardo Trujillo. You are looking particularly fine this evening," the vixen was practically purring at him in that salacious tone of hers. Liesl was on the prowl, and it took a predator to know another one. They were very much alike, only it looked bad on her. In his eyes, anyway.
Still, he was a gentleman, and there was no denying his nature. He would entertain her for a time. "You're quite a sight yourself, Miss. Voigt," he replied. Just because he didn't necessarily enjoy her coming onto him like something to eventually be conquered didn't mean that he couldn't also be honest. Liesl was gorgeous, and if he didn't have eyes for someone else - she'd have been a good hit and quit. And not kindly, either.
"So, what is a handsome bachelor such as yourself doing all the way over here all alone?"
He didn't answer that. It was a question that he didn't have much of an answer to. Why was he here? For charity of course, but she really wasn't interested in that. This was all small-talk for someone like her. In fact, Ricardo let the woman rattle off at the mouth. He didn't even care to look up at any of her proposed women, seeing as he rarely gave the ladies of Essex any attention at all. Especially not this one attaching herself to him right now.
Liesl said something about Lorelei, but it didn't bother him. Insults didn't do anything for him, and maybe she was jealous. Jealous that the only men she could grab treated her like trash and better men couldn't care less that she existed. While all t these thoughts drifted through his head, he gave her his utmost attention - eyes locked on her, and even his body mirrored some of her gestures as is sometimes socially typical during interactions between two or more people. He didn't mind that she touched him, or that she was in his intimate space.
Then she stepped in front of him, completely eclipsing her sister unabashed. Liesl ignited certain primal urges in men, but these were fleeting. Sex. Physical attraction. Even Ricardo was susceptible to his blood rushing at her now even closer proximity and how her delicate fingers played with his tie as another palm rested against his chest. On the other hand, Lorelei admittedly gave him the same primal urges, yet also the most concrete of them all - that basic animal instinct to protect. That was the only real difference between what the twins did for him.
Unfortunately for Liesl, even though she had gotten him a bit heated, he could control his temptations. Sex and physical attraction were not enough to make Ricardo jump out of his clothes.
"Plus, who wants a Saint when you can have a sinner? Whoever said blondes have more fun never had a ginger."
He placed a hand on her side; his large fingers curling firmly, yet not too tightly, around her small waistline. He pulled her into him, as if there was any distance to spare, leaned down so that he could whisper against her neck, and swept some of her hair away to make sure she would hear him fully. His words were dark, and maybe they'd be a little surprising coming from such a gentleman. Then again, he's known for his more traditional gender views, so maybe she won't be taken too aback. "I'm a bit of a sinner myself, Miss. Voigt. Why have defiled goods when I could have something... untouched? Personally, I think that's much more fun. Don't you?" No, he didn't know anything about Lorelei, but he did have his stereotypical assumptions.
In a matter of two minutes, he had completely insulted her and watched her wet dream crash to the floor at her feet. He had lingered only for a short few seconds after his words before he withdrew and brushed some of the red hair he had displaced back over her shoulder. The backs of his knuckles swept just barely over her collarbone, and perhaps a bit lower than that.
Then, to add insult to injury, he coerced her aside with that hand on her waist, only to make his way to none other than her sister, Lorelei, and the crew of ladies - and now one other guy, Grayson. Was he comfortable? No, but it was about that time for him to deliver Liesl a low blow and also maybe do something other than just stalk the blond to death.
"Grayson - like the suit," he stated casually, not wanting to be that one guy that enters a group of mostly women and ignores the one other man there. That, and he could appreciate a less flamboyant style of suit. Then he flashed his most charming smile, and in his deep and slightly accented tones, "You ladies are looking lovely tonight." He would compliment them all, as he was the most polite to women that weren't named Liesl. Even then, at least Ricardo touched her - so she should really be grateful he gave her that much.
"Anything interesting?" He inquired, making room in the small throng to stand next to Lorelei. Their shoulders touched - rather, her shoulder touched his bicep, more likely.
He believes he made his point, and now he's making his move (kind of). The redhead was a blessing in disguise.