Meetup on Erie

[DraconAUT]

John listened carefully to Elena's words, his eyes looking deeply into hers, the gaze ever resting upon her, as his full attention was hers. A quick nod, a brief quirk a of a brow, a frown and eyes widening were all the reactions he only responded upon the content of her words. The one hand still holding her, the thumb gently brushing along her hand, he smiled, as she asked for the wine.

"Sure thing, good idea." Answering quickly, his hand slowly let go of hers, to reach for the lighter, lightening the candle to match with the slowly approaching darkness of the evening, creating an even more cozy, romantic atmosphere . After this, he put the lighter back into the basket but reached for the corkscrew and the bottle of red wine still resting within the basket. Pulling both out, he guided and pointed the corkscrew at the cork embed within the the bottle-mouth, turning the tool to drill a hole into the cork, to finally pull it out and open the bottle. He set the cork aside, then his hand reached for one of the two wine glass, grabbing it carefully, to lift and tilt it only slighty towards the bottle, while his other hand titled the bottle further, until the rich red coloured wine poured into the glass. Setting aside the one filled glass, he then repeated same with the other glass, before he took the cork, turned it around pushed it again half way into the bottle's mouth.

"A nerd you say?" One of his brows quirked with this question, as he then quickly continued. "Well...I wouldn't have noticed." He shook his head briefly. "Having a model of a ship is actually pretty cool, you know?" He smiled softly. "Well I would lie if I said I didn't expect you to be actually able to take care of your own ship. Not many women would do that though, atleast I haven't met many." A grin appeared on his lips. "Haven't heard you singing, nor seen you dancing, but I really like your voice and sometimes our own impression isn't always enough, you may wanna let me hear you singing one day." The grin turned into a warm smile. "As for the dancing? We could actually go to a club to check that out. I believe I'm actually decent enough at dancing, atleast I hope." Chuckling slightly, John shrugged his shoulders. "That would demand your judging."

"And yes, you are a rebel, but not the kind of -causing trouble and chaos for the sake of it- rebel." Slowly he shook his head once again, as he continued to explain. "You're more the -fight for the right cause- rebel, you know? A good heart, but sometimes not the best way or timing to express your feelings and to fight for what is right." Then he smiled softly. "That definitely doesn't make a diplomat, for those sometimes have to make compromises with ethically shady things. My parents always wanted me to become a diplomat, and see? I am supporting my diplomacy with convincing tools. Law and guns." Laughing heartly, soon his expression turned a bit more serious. "I suppose the people I fight or put into prison might call me anti-social, as I ignore their explaination and tries to bribe and convince me, why they needed to haul contraband. Law does not make excuses." Once a gain, this shoulders shrugged slightly.

"Anyways!" Carefully, he took and offered her the glass of wine, lifting his in a toast. "To us, this evening and hopefully more time to spend together, in future." With that, he guided his glass of wine towards his lips, placing the glass' rim upon his bottom lip, as he opened his mouth and tilted the glass, to pour some of the wine into his mouth, allowing the flavor of the rich red, delicious wine to spread over his tongue. Then he sighed in content about the taste.