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| Breaking the Ice | |
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| Participants | Alex Lorna |
| Synopsis | What happens when a big star meets yet another one of his adoring fans? Wet pants and margaritas. |
| Location | Central Park |
| Time | January 10, 2016 |
| Posted By | Lorna |
It's a great night to be The Great One, Alex Masters. Currently, he's doing that thing where he's enjoying a night out on the town with the most important person in his life: Alex Masters. While he's dressed to impress, as usual, he's decided to sport a nice long overcoat and gloves to match. After all, he's not about to catch cold. Granted, he's refused to wear a hat on his head, since it will mess up his stylish hairstyle. But whatever.
At this moment, he's over by the skating rink that takes up a section of Central Park. He's not exactly paying any attention to anything that might be happening on the ice itself, since he's currently on the phone with his parents. "Yes, Mom. I'm wearing the scarf you made for me. I know it goes with everything." He's not lying. He is wearing the scarf. It's cute, black and gray. Nice and warm. "Yes, I know. I'm going shopping first thing tomorrow. Yes, organic foods…" Oh Mothers.
A swath of green hair isn't a usual sight on the rink but it's not just any head of green, it belongs to the woman that's currently on hiatus from a cosmetics campaign. Slow and lazy figure eights are looped through the ice, tiny little lutzes and flips made with the grace of an amateur. While she's not horrible, the young woman is definitely no professional. Her back is toward the edge of the rail that Alex is leaning on as she flies past it, just catching the quick impression of his voice. A very familiar voice. The voice of Havok.
The revelation has Lorna startled and in turn sliding across the ice on her posterior, ending in a little swirl facing him. Oh god, the embarrassment. Her face is flushed bright red, the only thing that makes matters worse? It's a great contrast to her hair color and really stands out. Very slowly, she picks herself up and begins to brush the snow and ice off of her legs and booty.
Alexander Masters is paying too much attention to the fact that he's on the phone right now and not enough to the ice skating that's going on. But then some green haired hottie is falling in front of him and he can't help himself. "Mom! Mom, I gotta' go! I'll call you back! Love you!" A finger goes up to press the earpiece and hang up the phone, before Alex is raising an eyebrow and kind of leaning over the railing to see if he can't get a better look at this chick. She looks familiar. Huh.
Regardless, either way, she seems to be curved in the right places, at least from the way she's brushing off things and that means Alex Masters is going to have to drop some knowledge. Or at least some game. "Need a hand?" And, of course, Alex is plastering on his classic Charming Smile. "I've got two." And both gloved hands are held up, fingers wiggling.
Thump thump. Thump Thump. Thud Thud Thud. That's the sound that Lorna's heart is making as the movie slash television star calls across the ice towards her. "I..yeah.. two…" She repeats after him, her hands slowing in the snow removal process. And she mimics him by holding up her own hands and wiggling the fingers. Holy Shit. It IS Havok. "You're.. THE.. Alex Masters, right? This isn't … I'm not dreaming?" Just to be sure, she pinches herself and then winces. Nope, it's really real.
She shoves off with one of the picks and slides toward him on one of the blades on her feet before coming to a swirling stop. "You probably get this all the time but…" Then she pats herself down, crap, no pen or paper. "Uhm… I was going to ask for an autograph but I left my book at home." And she glances in the direction of the Upper East Side.
"All the time's never enough, if you ask me." Alex replies, before keeping his beaming smile going. If the sun was nearby, it would probably reflect off his teeth and then melt the ice and create the Central Park Swimming Pool. But for right now, Alex is content with just showing off the pearly whites. They seem to be hypnotizing this green haired hottie anyway. Which is always a good thing.
"But! You are very much correct. Tis I! The Great One! Alex Masters!" He steps back from the railing at this moment, only to offer one of his overdramatic bows. Raising an eyebrow, Alex looks up and follows the chick's line of sight. "Well, you know, I'm actually headed that way anyway. If you want, I could follow you home." Wink.
Alex's smile is met with one of Lorna's, her teeth are just as bright but they don't quite have the swimming pool creating side effect. Oh well. "Good, then I'm glad it's a question that doesn't get old for you." She says, just a little bit shyly. She's still very much in awe of the man in front of her, he hasn't quite touched own on the ground from that pedestal he's been placed on.
Chewing on her bottom lip, Lorna seems just a little nervous as he offers to follow her home. Her place is just a little bit unedited. "Uhm… yeah, sure, you like hot chocolate?" She is still wearing her skates so she slides backward a few feet on the rink, not taking her eyes off of him. "I mean, if you don't mind coming in. For hot chocolate."
Alex has a Hollywood Dentist. It comes with the Star Power. "Are you kidding? I love hot chocolate. It just so happens to be my new favorite choice of delicious warm beverages to be consumed in this kind of weather." Yes, Alex has no qualms about altering his tastes to make sure he comes across as the most easiest person to get along with at this particular juncture in this meeting. "I mean, I don't want to intrude or anything. I would offer to take you back to my place, but I'm afraid you'd have to tell me your name first. Security at The Manchester's pretty tight these days. What with me moving in and all." No, it has nothing to do with giant Sentinels and crazy killer mutants or anything.
Another tinge of a blush, this time just enough to cover her cheeks and Lorna skates lazily over to a bench nearby that is hosting a pair of tall black boots. It's well within ear shot, so she doesn't feel bad or awkward about leaving him alone against the rail. "Lorna Dane," she says in greeting. The name might sound familiar if he's ever peeked at the list of residents in his building. Once the skates are off and the boots are on, she strides over to him and gives him another bright smile. "The Manchester? I live there too, on the weekends. Tenth floor." She's moving so fast that her mother would have words. Harlot.
"Lorna Dane. That sounds familiar. Way too familiar to not be important. Maybe not as important as I am, but… I know that name. Remind me to Google you later." Alex is just rambling off at the mouth, before he's turning to offer the woman his arm. He is, after all, still a gentleman. He learned this kind of stuff from his father. Plus, his mother would jump out of the shadows and slap him silly if he didn't offer his arm.
"I think it's awesome that we stay in the same building. It'll make it less awkward when I ask if you want to sleep over." Wow. He doesn't hold back, apparently.
One of Lorna's gloved hands slips into the crook of Alex's arm as they walk from the park and toward the building. "It'll make the walk of shame that much easier, that's for sure." The green haired woman says with a little bit of a smirk on her lips, she's not saying no at least. As for the matter of her importance, it's ignored, she isn't anyone anymore. At least not in her own mind.
"I'd rather you didn't, actually." She admits honestly, the some of the photos on the internet leave little to the imagination. But she doesn't say, that out loud.
"I'll make you a deal." Oh, this is where the Negotiator comes out in Mr. Masters. After all, he's always been one for making a deal. "You let me take some of my own photos and I won't have to spend so much time Googling you." Alex turns to grin at her, as he remains escorting her back towards the Manchester. "You see, unlike some other amazing stars, Alex Masters is a fan of his fans. And with you looking the way you do, I certainly wouldn't mind having a few shots of you in my personal collection." And here comes another wink.
The last wink is answered with a rather dubious expression from the green haired woman. "I'm not sure if that's a good deal or a bad deal, Mister Alex Masters. I mean, you're not the first person to offer to take my picture." Lorna says in a rather jovial fashion, releasing a little tidbit of what he might find on the net. All of it's tasteful, all professionally done, just pretty revealing. "How about we just stick to hot chocolate tonight and leave the picture taking for some other time?"
"I can live with that." Alex may have learned from some previous female experiences that he probably shouldn't be trying too hard in this city. He's so used to women throwing themselves at him that he hardly ever has to say anything. But this time, he's going to have to keep things under wraps. At least until he can show off his epic penthouse. "I hope you're not afraid of heights or anything. I took over most of the top floor. So we'll have plenty of room." For whatever he's probably planning that's more than just hot chocolate.
Plenty of room is exactly what Lorna doesn't have in her apartment. Even though it's in the posh part of the city, her mother had purchased it with frugality in mind, so it's a small one bedroom. "Oh, I'm not afraid of heights," she counters in just a little bit of a coy manner. If she wasn't already walking on air figuratively, she might have found herself doing it literally from all Alex's attention. "So we're not going back to my place then? Should I go home to change?"
"I've got extra t-shirts." comes from Alex, as he's already seeming to have the rest of the night planned out. He taps his chin a bit, though, as they walk along off in the direction of the building. "But! We may need to stop off on your floor and get the hot chocolate. I don't have anything but a full bar in my place." Alex shrugs helplessly. The Lush.
"How about I stop off on my floor, change, grab the hot chocolate and meet you at your place?" It'll save Lorna the embarrassment of having Alex see her apartment, that's for sure. Forget the fact that she'd already invited him over before, she can get a pen and one of his pictures from her place while she's at it. She leaves the option of the full bar alone right now, who knows what kind of trouble she could get into if she had a few drinks in her. She's not a practiced drinker and she has to get back to school before her classes in the morning.
"Sounds like you want to give me a chance to slip into something more comfortable." Alex says, just making sure to measure his response as something that may not be considered too forward. He's not trying to catch himself in hot water with the green haired hottie. Not right now, anyway. "Which, I must warn you, may end up with me not having much of anything on. I don't think you'll mind, though. I'm practically flawless."
Alex Masters with practically nothing on… If pressed Lorna wouldn't be able to deny that the thought hadn't crossed her mind in her wildest fantasies. "I don't think I'd mind at all," the woman responds in a rather dreamy fashion and just to make sure she's not dreaming, she pinches herself again. Ow. Definitely hurt. This isn't a dream. "But my changing will end up being a dry pair of pants, since you have that making me fall head over heels effect."
"And here I was going to suggest you slip into something just as comfortable. Pants may not be the best bet. It tends to get very hot in my place. The Manchester's heat is really quite worth the money." Which may have a lot to do with the fact that he's going to be shirtless. That raises all kinds of levels of heat up in this piece. "You wouldn't happen to need any help picking out the appropriate attire, would you?" Man, Alex Masters just doesn't quit.
Lorna licks her lips thoughtfully and then looks up at him with a winning smile. "Tell you what, why don't you give me some suggestions and I'll take them into consideration while I'm making the final decision?" No pants? Well there's other alternatives. Since she won't be going outside, shorts are one. "Unless you really want to see my unedited apartment, it's not very exciting. I can promise you that." Even though they've been ambling rather slowly, the apartment building is getting pretty close. So in response, Lorna slows down the pace, just in case their soiree ends before it began.
"Well, I'm from California. As you probably already know. So you'll have to excuse me if I find that shorts and bikini tops are the best attire for lounging around in." Alex has no issues with just explaining to this female what he likes. After all, he doesn't have any plans on sending her home until after breakfast in the first place. "If you promise to hurry, I'll start on some margaritas to help cool us down." What? Alex has been having a rough couple of weeks in this city! He needs some interaction, gosh darnit!
"Mmm, from hot chocolate to margaritas? You're a fast mover Alex Masters," Lorna murmurs bemusedly. Not that she has an issue with a bikini top and shorts, but on the first … meeting? Her mother would probably roll over in her grave if she was dead, the real mom not the biological one. "I'm from Iowa so our bikini top and short combo comes complete with rubber boots and a pitchfork." Just as they come up on the door, she reaches out for the handle to pull it open. "By the way, how did my asking for an autograph turn into shorts and a bikini top over margaritas?" Alex must be a real fast talker.
"I'm Alex Masters. I'm a Once In A Lifetime Experience." That's definitely one of the main reasons why Alex figures he's managed to talk her into doing whatever it is that he's trying to talk her into doing. But just to make sure there's no pressure, he's going to toss out a disclaimer. "But, seriously, whatever makes you feel comfortable, that's what I want this to be about. Whatever you want to do, we can do. Whatever you want to drink, we can drink. It's just been kind of empty in my place since I moved in and I'm dying for some company." Awwww. The Sympathy Card.
It's tragic, that's what it is. Alex Masters should never be dying for anything. He's Alex Masters! "Alright, let me get changed and I'll meet you at your place for margaritas. But if you ant me to be comfortable, the heat better be turned on." No need for the woman to be packing smarties as soon as she walks through the door. Speaking of walking through doors, she ushers him through before closing the glass one behind them. Once they're in the elevator, she presses the button to her floor and gives him a large smile. "I'll see you in five minutes. Tops." And with that, she's off to peel out of her wet clothing and into something a little more comfortable.
