181/A Casual Encounter

A Casual Encounter
Date of Scene:	27 April 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed.
Cast of Characters:	203, 187

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Erin Beaumont (203) has posed:
Erin Beaumont sits outside a coffee shop, with a cup in her hand and a sandwich of some kind on a wrapper in front of her. She lazily gazes around, idly pepople-watching between sips of her mocha. She certainly stands out, thanks to her nicer attire and her...alarmingly busty figure.

Ford Benett (187) has posed:
    It's this figure that catches Ford's attention. Because of course it does. Shameless as he is, he takes little umbridge with stopping as he passed by the cafe, hands in his pockets, hat on his head, and sunglasses covering his face. Sometimes, the superstar likes to get out a little bit without the cameras flashing.

    "A nice choice in fashion, miss." Ford said, casually striding over and pulling a chair loose to sit at the other side of the table with her. "You don't mind me grabbing a seat with you, do you? I could go for a bit of company, and I find the ladies with the specs make for great conversationalists."

Erin Beaumont (203) has posed:
Erin Beaumont lifts her gaze up to Ford as he steps by. She raises an eyebrow. "I don't see why not. Erin," she says plainly as she takes another sip of her coffee. "You wanted conversation? What about?"

Erin Beaumont (203) has posed:
Erin Beaumont lets out a grumble. "And here, I could have sworn you asked for intellectual discussion." She sighs and pushes her glasses up her nose. "To get my number, you must a) take good care of your appearance, b) engage me in interesting conversation, and c)..." She folds her arms beneath her breasts. "Avoid asking for my number on our first encounter. Has that -ever- worked out for you?"

Ford Benett (187) has posed:
    Ford smirked back as he held up his arms as if to present himself. "Condition 'a' met~ I'll get to 'b' in a second, and as for 'c'... yes. As a matter of fact. Quite often." He leaned forward and smiled. "But the fact you're putting up a fight just makes me want it all the more~"

    "But, interesting conversation... well, for one, what's an angel like yourself doing in a low rent place like this? I mean, I'm here for the company~" He leaned back and motioned to Erin as he spoke. "Obviously. But that hardly explains what a well-dressed, intellectual looking looker is doing here. Granted, Midtown's nice, but for fashion like that, I'd expect the Finance District."

Erin Beaumont (203) has posed:
Erin Beaumont sighs and slouches (inadvertently pressing her chest into the table). "I could have -sworn- you said 'intellectual discussion', not 'small talk in hopes that she'll fall for me'. Seriously, do you have -anything- worth actually discussing? Politics, current events, social rights...?"

Ford Benett (187) has posed:
    Ford smirked, leaning back in his chair. Boy, she was putting up a brawl here! "Well, none of those are really my strong suits." A patent lie. Mutant rights was something he kept up with. Things were always shaky in that department when one side could blink and blow up a car. "Entertainment news is more my speciality, I confess. You keep up with any TV shows? I'm a bit of a fan of 'Morale: Earth's Mightiest Hero!' myself. Action's pretty good for that one." He played, silently curious if she could recognize him as the very star of the show itself. Probably not... she seemed more the "political roundtable" type.

Erin Beaumont (203) has posed:
Erin Beaumont rolls her eyes. It's something, at least. "No, I don't watch much TV. Good shows don't always correlate to a high view count, which is all network executives care about. Hence, 95% of it's garbage." She suddenly fakes a dramatic gasp, lifting a hand to her mouth and straightening back up. "Oh, my God! A discussion! Let's try and keep this going."

Ford Benett (187) has posed:
    Ford quirked an eyebrow and smirked, leaning back. "Alright, so what about the remaining 5% of it? What shows strike your fancy? I'm guessing a lady like you is into... documentaries. No, no, you'd probably think they're fake history lessons. Let's see... romances. Girl like you must be sick of running into jackasses like me and hope Mr. Right will show up and give you the most thrilling discussion on current events and world news you've ever had."

Erin Beaumont (203) has posed:
Erin Beaumont scoffs. "God knows you're not him," she mumbles, though not inaudibly. She sips again at her coffee before continuing. "I honestly couldn't tell you the names of the few shows I've watched and thought to myself 'Hey, this doesn't make me want to gouge my eyes out with a dinner fork.' That's how infrequently I watch TV. Whereas challenging topics are your weakness--you know, social rights, politics--entertainment seems to be mine."

Ford Benett (187) has posed:
    Ford smiled as he leaned back in the chair. "Not gonna lie, you might be trying to shove me off, but I'm liking the snappy attitude. Charming, in my book. As they say, you always want what you can't have." He raised a finger, punctuating the statement with his own addition. "Yet." He gave the finger a wag. "The fun is in the challenge. So set me a challenge: what would I need to do to get you to come back to my place, take off those clothes, and get you in my bed?"

Erin Beaumont (203) has posed:
Erin Beaumont 's left eye twitches. "You lost any chance you had when you asked me that." She grabs her coffee cup, stands up, and starts stomping off, heels clicking against the sidewalk.

Ford Benett (187) has posed:
    Ford smiled and watched her get up and stamp away, standing up after a second and catching up with her. She was considerably entertaining! "Alright, what'd I say? Would you rather I ask what your favorite books are? What sort of political news channel you watch?" Truth was, he already knew what the issue was. He was just messing with her. He kept a brisk pace alongside her, smiling as he did. "I swear, eeeeeeveryone always on your ass to tell the truth all the time. Yet, when you do, they get pissed at you. Seriously, people need to make up their minds!"

Erin Beaumont (203) has posed:
Erin Beaumont keeps walking in a huff. "The truth is, you're a womanizing bastard who's only interested in sex, and get pissy when someone turns you down. Now, would you rather I lie?"

Ford Benett (187) has posed:
    "Now that's not fair. True, that's my end goal, but I'm all too aware there is more to a lady than her body. It just makes it hard to explore any of it when she's pointed on any sort of approach I offer. Small talk, genuine discussion, general humor. I try, and you shoot down any chance I have of getting to know you." Ford replied, placing his hands in his pockets and lobbing his head to one side.
    "And I believe that's my line. Would you rather I insult your interests and pretend to share the same, or be up front so you know where I stand? Besides, I asked you to posit me a challenge. If I were so shallow, do you think I would ask what I'd need to do to get your shirt off? You could've listed off ANYTHING, to at least see if I'd follow through, but again, you shot that down as well."

Erin Beaumont (203) has posed:
"Yes, I do," Erin quickly replies. "In fact, that's about the -only- time someone would ask that. And the reason I shot you down immediately was because I could tell immediately what you wanted, and you wouldn't take no for an answer. Now -please-." She stops and quickly pivots around (her twins shaking a bit). "Stop. Following me."

Ford Benett (187) has posed:
    Ford paused, appreciating the physics of her body before walking backwards to keep up with her, blatantly disregarding the oncoming traffic of the sidewalk. "Nope. Not yet. Not until I get a smile on that lovely face of yours." he said, swerving impressively out of the way of folks as he kept up with her stride. "Alrighty, then. Run me through the list of interests. Guide me through the labrythine depths of that expansive intellect. Run your mental fingers over every spine of every book in your library of thoughts, and choose your favorites to share. In the wide, unyielding seas of grassy meadows that is the landscape of your mind, gift me a compass with which I can chart the courses that lead to the treasures buried within."
    He... suddenly got articulate. Almost poetic, even. Where was this version before?

Erin Beaumont (203) has posed:
Erin Beaumont has stopped walking. She's just staring at him. She sighs at his sudden eloquency, then closes her eyes for a moment. "Do you know the number one way to get a woman to sleep with you? Don't ask them." She opens her light red eyes again. "Seriously. Ask, and ye -shan't- receive. If you -care- about the woman, and show that you do, then you're making headway." She huffs. "But you already blew it. So, again, no. Any further questions?"

Ford Benett (187) has posed:
    Ford stopped and listened to her for a bit. Finally, he bowed he head, sighing and shaking it a bit. "That's a shame. I /was/ genuinely hoping to have a nice chat with ya. Thought you'd make for a nice way to spend a bit of time outside the camera flashes and studio work... but it sounds like you already had an opinion of me. Haaaaa... nothing new. Everyone already knows you. Heh... I don't even think I got your name. I'm sure it was as lovely as you." Ford took off his hat and shook his short brown hair free of it.

    "Yeah. I know that. I wasn't lying, I was hoping to try the more subtle charming route... and, let's be fair, it's not often one comes across a lady of your... stature. Gotta give me credit for at least trying, right?" He remarked, nodding at her chest before looking around. "Well, I got a few more days of filming here. If you change your mind, I'll be in Queens. Just look for the cameras." He took his sunglasses off and by now, even Erin in her lack of movie knowledge should probably recognize him. Certainly, a number of other citizens around him do, judging by the number of phones coming out to get snapshots and video, with a couple others fumbling for pens and paper. Ford Benett. Renowed TV and movie star. Humanitarian. The same old story.

    "Name's Ford, by the by." He said, offering a two fingered salute. "Better get back. My agent will be having an absolute duck fit by now... hope to see you again under more pleasant conditions." At that, he started walking into the gathering crowd, smiling and giving autographs to eager fans.

Erin Beaumont (203) has posed:
Erin Beaumont raises an eyebrow. This is different. She folds her arms beneath her bust as he speaks, and a brief spark of recollection flashes across her face. Still, she remains silent, even as he blatantly addresses her bosom--typically a sore spot for her. She gives him a nod as he departs, then turns and steps off.