New outlook [Uriah]

[Mercy Rousseau]

Business was slow, and springtime had arrived in Pilot Ridge. The redhead made her rounds in the clinic, checking on the animals and making sure that Beau was taken care of before stepping outside to the barn to check on the larger animals. Lately, she’d been feeling lonely, even with her animals, and a feeling of change was sweeping upon her.

She went home and looked at her closet, seeing all the jeans and lab coats she wore, and nothing popped out at her…until she spotted the black dress an old friend had given her in college, when she’d been young and reckless and still with Andre. Picking the soft black dress from her closet, she gave it a once-over and decided to put it on.

It fit perfectly, hugging her curves, and after putting on the right shoes and some makeup, she was stunned by what was in the mirror. A sexy, confident woman stood in the mirror, and before she could change her mind, she grabbed her purse and jacket and got in her car to drive to the club.

Once there, she walked in and looked around, feeling the eyes on her as she walked to the bar. This was new to her, and while she was quivering on the inside, she didn’t let it show as she sat on a stool. “A drink please,” she told the bartender, looking around to see who would approach her.

OOC :: outfit

[Uriah Kempe]

Uriah got off the bus, and blinked as the mid-day sun hit his face. It hadn't been an especially long trip, but he was not a fan of being stuck sitting around for hours. So, first things first, time to get something to drink.

After finding a small cafe and eating lunch, he had an idea of the town. He had found somewhere to spend the night, if all other plans failed, and had learned the location of the local night club. This combination left him in a happy mood.

As evening fell, he went to the club, enjoying a few drinks and the music. He had been there about two hours when he felt a slight stir in the crowd as a rather attractive young woman came through. He immediately caught Uriah's eye and as she sat down he was already headed to meet her.

"Hey there. I hope it isn't imposing too much, but I'd love to buy you something to drink, get to know you, and find out just how you manage to be so incredibly beautiful." He had always been quite generous with praise when speaking to women, almost exact counterpart to his best friend from high school. Many times the two of them would have competitions to see whose methods worked best.

After the slightest pause for the woman to register what he'd said, Uriah waved the bartender over and asked her what she wanted to drink, waiting now for her responses.

[Mercy Rousseau]

It wasn’t long before a man came to her elbow and started talking to her. She turned to see him, Irish green eyes looking at him with rather an analyzing stare. He was very handsome, and her body heated up a couple degrees…or was that her face? Pink stole across her cheeks, highlighting the faint freckles across her nose and cheeks.

“You’re not imposing at all,” Mercy said softly, smiling at him, her eyes twinkling. “I’d say that you were trying to be friendly,” she continued, looking at the bartender to order something strong but not too strong, having not had alcohol in a while, before looking back at her companion. “I’d also like to find out just how you managed to be so incredibly handsome.”

Ah yes, the shy vet was a bit on the playful side once she was opened up enough. His honest request had set the mood for her just right, and as the bartender looked to her companion for his drink choice, she offered a long, elegant hand for him to shake. “My name’s Mercy,” she said. “My real name’s a bit of a mouthful, so you can just call me Mercy.”

Everyone else did.

[Uriah Kempe]

Giving his order to the bartender he smiled at the young Mercy, and gave her a wink. "Try me. I'm good with names." He had no accent to prove it, since he was from America, but he had spent years in Europe. Chances were, he could manage her name just fine. "As for how handsome I am, I wish I could say it was from years of hard work, but honestly, I was born with it. Quite a burden though, I assure you."

He waited for her response to get her full first name, in the hopes of impressing her, but was interrupted by the bartender. After thanking him he went back to the woman. "But, yes, what is your full name?"

He gave his best charming smile, and settled in.

[Mercy Rousseau]

A dare for her to give him her full name, and her smile widened. She laughed when he joked around, the sound musical and making nearby men look around for the attractive sound. The laugh did wonders; it made her cheeks pink, her mouth to flash in an attractive smile, and with her hair brushing her shoulders, she looked like someone’s sweetheart. Sadly, she wasn’t, and this man…she liked him.

“Mélisande,” she said, her French accent rolling the name off her tongue like warm honey. It felt nice to say her full name and have someone else try to say it. Her drink came, and she withdrew her hand when he didn’t shake it to sip at the liquid. Humming softly, for it felt nice going down, she moved her body to face his and crossed long legs at the knee.

“Now, what’s your name?” she asked with a playful smile. “As for my looks…trust me, I was the one who worked hard. All elbows and knees until puberty, then it just hit me. Now I wonder if I’m supposed to hide all this under some sort of mask or something.”

[Uriah Kempe]

"Well my darling Mélisande I am quite pleased to be acquainted with you." He pronounced her name perfectly, his years in Europe having obviously paid off now. "I just got to town earlier today. My name is Uriah. But please, don't sell yourself short. Whatever you may have paid when you were younger, it is truly worth it. You're quite a pleasure to look at, if I may be so bold."

He gave a pleasant smile, happy to know he still had it in him to flirt like this. Maybe it'd go somewhere more tonight, but for now he was content to just make the beautiful girl blush and laugh.

[Mercy Rousseau]

He said her name with the fluidity of experience, and she flushed happily. He had turned her name into some sort of caress, and it felt nice. She kept drinking as he paid her a compliment, and she smiled at him. “Thank you, you’re not so bad to look at yourself,” she replied, winking at him.

In truth, he was a rather attractive man, and it’d been some time since she’d been in the company of one. The music changed around them and the lights flashed, and she felt her foot tapping to the beat. Normally that was a sign to her that she wanted to go dance, so she finished her drink and met his gaze. “Do you dance, Uriah?” she asked curiously, tilting her head. “It’s been years since I’ve been dancing.”

[Uriah Kempe]

He danced. Rather, he analyzed the music and beats and translated it into movements that went along with it. He had enough knowledge in music theory that dancing was really not a problem after two or three years of classes. He'd gotten so good at it even that sometimes it seemed like what he was doing was choreographed. However this was not something he wanted to do. Dancing like that drew attention. He didn't want to draw attention in the town, except from attractive women.

"I've tried before. I don't think I've much skill at it honestly," he lied smoothly. He ordered another drink, having finished his first already. Maybe this could be his chance to make his life a bit more comfortable. "However I am new to town as I mentioned earlier. I don't suppose you know anywhere comfortable that I can stay for the time being? They don't exactly have the Ritz downtown here." He gave her another winning smile as he sipped his drink.