forum Adult Roleplay

Started March 18, 2018 by @Mentica

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"On me, eh?" Alfred said, slapping down some bills. "What'll you be having, I'll take a white Russian.

"I'll take some Pink Gin, please," Megumi said.

"Nice choice!" Alfred said. He paused. "So do you like around here Megumi?"

March saw the girls and motioned them over, leaning over from her side of the bar where she paused cleaning glasses.
"You girls alright?" she asked, "I just sent my manager out after him. He won't be coming back. If you need me to call a cab for you later don't hesitate to ask. We have a list of all the trustworthy drivers in this area."

She looked the guy up and down, not sure whether to trust him or not, before grabbing their drink orders.

Alfred saw the look she gave him. He didn't blame her. You can't go around looking like him without intimidating people, or in this case, putting therm on edge. "Thanks, I appreciate it." He said, swilling his drink.

"No worries," she replied dryly before walking to the other end of the bar to help someone else. God, this job sucked.

Megumi took a sip of her gin, waving at the lady. She then turned back to Alfred.
"Anyways, yes, I do like it here," she said with a smile. "I come here with a friend of mine from work. This place suits her so much." Megumi chuckled before taking another sip of her gin.

"I think this place suits you, too," she said.

"Thanks." Alfred said, "You too, although I think you've got better shoes than this place deserves." He finished his Russian. "Hey, Ms. Bartender, can you get me a shot of Patrōn, and a shot of Hennessey?"

"Hmm, I have been told that," Megumi replied before sipping her gin again. "I prefer cafes, though. It's a lot less stuffy and there's better scenery."

"I can see that " Alfred said. "Bars are more my style, really." He received his shots, and took the Patrōn. "Cafés are great too though." Now the Hennessey shot. "So… How you holding up?"

"Very well, thank you," Megumi replied. "Nothing I can really complain about, really. Although, work is as stressful as always."
She finished her gin and stretched before looking at her phone. "Sheesh, I really need to get going. If I'm anymore late, then my friend is going to explode."

"Alright, see you around." Alfred said, handing the bartender the rest of the money for the dtinks.

Megumi continued to stretch herself as she walked out the bar and called the cab company March recommended.
Moments later, while getting into the cab, the only thing she could think of was Alfred. He really did seem like an interesting man, and not just because he helped her out.

Megumi started to chuckle. What was she thinking? She felt like a school girl who had her first crush.
"Well, he's obviously not my first," she said to herself. "But still…"

As he'd sat there, Alfred's mind wandered back to the events of that night. Megumi, she seemed to be a wonderful woman, he caught himself starting to wander off, and chuckled. "A few more shots, eh?"

The next morning, Megumi sipped her coffee as she flipped through her magazine. The cafe around her buzzed with its usual brunch rush, but she paid them no mind. All that she was focused on was the magazine, chock-full of all of the boots, dresses, stockings, and other articles of clothing that were in season.

(Sorry for the timeskip. I just wanted to move from the bar scene.)

Blake took his usual morning run listening to his 'underground' skater pop and pop punk. He passed by a small cafe and smiled, "I'll go after my run. A reward for myself," he thought.

Alfred crossed the street, he passed a neat little coffeehouse, while on his way to the motorcycle club. From what he could gather, the Dragons were having a rally there, he didn't want to miss out on this. He'd stop by the shop after. after.

Megumi shut her magazine as a waitress placed a chocolate pastry in front of her, gazing at the runner before burying her nose back in her magazine. Every once in a while, she would take a bite out of her pastry or sip her coffee.

"Hmm, these dresses seem to be really popular this season," she muttered.

Blake ran home and changed, then he drove to the little cafe he saw earlier on his run. As he walked into the cafe he took in the interesting buzz around him. He sat down and ordered a latte, then pulled out a book

Eve walked quickly to the closest coffeehouse to her apartment in desperate need of a cup of straight black coffee and an aspirin. She knew she hadn't been that drunk last night, but she was drunk enough to have a pounding headache. She didn't remember much from last night after walking away from Megumi and Alfred except for calling a cap and collapsing in bed after changing into more comfortable clothes. Eve knew work was not going to be fun today.

Alfred walked into the joint, it was a nice coffeehouse, that was energetic although very relaxing.
"Coffee black." He said, pounding bills on the table. He turned around, to spot a familiar face, fronted by a fashion magazine.
"I guess you really do like cafés!" He said, sauntering up to Megumi's booth.

Megumi looked up to spot a familiar face coming up to her booth.
"Alfred! I can't believe you're here!" she cried out. "Here, come sit over here! What brings you here?"

He sat, facing her.
"Honestly? I just stopped over here because this place looked appealing." He said. "And you?" She'd piqued his interest.

"Me? Well, I'm off today, so I decided to come out here for some fresh air," Megumi said. "And to read about what's in season right now." With a smirk, she pulled her magazine towards her.