@ElderGod-Icefire
He laughed softly. "Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart." He replied, shaking his head slightly.
He laughed softly. "Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart." He replied, shaking his head slightly.
Revan finished one tub of ice cream then grabbed the next on and started eating it. He had nothing better to do.
Ivory rolled her eyes. “You have fun being Mr.Heartbreaker or whatever,” she replied. “But you know I’m right, even if you won’t admit it.” Besides being innocent, she was stubborn, which didn’t always work in her favor.
Quinn leaned closer to her, raising an eyebrow. Intriguing…is she stupid? He wondered. "Of that's what you need to tell yourself, love." He smirked again.
Ivory sighed. “Whatever,” she replied, feeling dumb. She knew she should just be glad that he wasn’t trying anything, and leave the subject alone. After all, she could only be egging him on if she kept at it. And while she didn’t care much about being the perfect daughter, she was a goody-two-shoes. She yawned.
Quinn laughed softly. "Can I buy you a drink?" He offered, gesturing to the bar with a flourish. Everything he did seemed almost… rehearsed. Elegant, graceful, but rehearsed. As if he were simply going through the motions.
“I really shouldn’t be drinking anything besides water, if that’s what you mean,” Ivory replied. The idea was intriguing to her, but being here with Quinn right now was one of the more rebellious things she had ever done.
"Aww, why not?" He asked, making an obviously fake pouting face. "That's no fun."
Revan walked over to both of them holding a tub of ice cream and eating it. "Do either of you want some ice cream?"
“Sure I’ll have some ice cream!” Ivory responded. “Thank you!” She smirked at Quinn. “Because I’m not the type of girl who does that kind of thing!” She added quieter, “Besides I’ve never actually done that before…”
Revan walked back over to the table and grabbed a tub then walked over and handed it to her.
Quinn sighed. "But you'll eat his ice cream, but I can't buy you a drink? That's not fair."
"Maybe she trusts me more." Revan laughed then continued eating his ice cream.
“It’s not the same thing,” Ivory countered. “You can’t get drunk off of ice cream! Thanks Revan! Wow this is a lot…” Ivory smirked at Quinn, sure she had the upper hand of the conversation for the moment. Sure his offer was tempting but she had already been rebellious enough, right?
Quinn grunted. "I don't blame her, if that's the case." He said with a shrug.
“To be honest, I’m not sure how much I trust either of you, but I’ve never heard of ice cream hurting anyone,” Ivory added.
"nobody heard of poisoned apples before my mom. But look what happened then." Revan joked then wrapped an arm around Quinn's shoulder. "Aw Quinnie don't be down. You can have ice cream too."
Quinn shook his arm off. "Don't touch me." He snapped. "And I don't need ice cream." He added, less angrily.
Ivory rolled her eyes at the two of them and took a bite. She yawned. She was getting a bit tired, but she wasn’t going to admit it. She didn’t feel like going home.
"Quinnie! Don't be rude." Revan smirked and took his arm away. He may not or could be doing this to annoy him… Or he was flirting as he does with everyone.
Ivory glanced at the two of them. Was Revan flirting with Quinn? The thought shouldn’t bother her as much as it did. She went back to eating her ice cream, acting nonchalant. She tried to rationalize it by deciding that it was annoying.
Quinn rolled his eyes. "I'm a prince, i can be rude if I want to be." He replied, putting his hat back on and crossing his arms.
“Is that how it works?” Ivory asked, her sarcasm back. She smirked. Yeah, she wasn’t jealous at all. Just annoyed. That was it.
Revan smiled. Then ate his ice cream. He had noticed Ivory getting a bit jealous and was thinking about seeing how quickly she could get jealous.
Quinn smirked. "Yeah." He replied, tipping his hat to her. "It is."
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