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Working on responding to Paras. : ) I've been crazy busy the last few days!
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I am always up for an adventure.
Well, well, well...
I’d suggest having some fun on this ship. What would you like to do? Up for an adventure?
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Oh, I think we can. What would you suggest, Mr. Keaton?
Well, well, well...
Nice to meet you Fee. I think we can arrange that; what do you think?
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Ophelia Preston. But you can call me Fee.
It's a pleasure to meet you, James - I haven't seen you around, either. Hopefully I'll be seeing more of you?
Well, well, well...
I’m James and who might you be? Pity I haven’t noticed you on this ship before.
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I'm glad we agree!
What a pity...
Oh no no no, absolutely not. Wine is always enjoyed with company.
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Well, hello. Who are you?
Well, well, well...
Hello there
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"Am I really?" The news was new to Ophelia, and rather amusing. She'd never really thought of herself as difficult to read. "Perhaps I should give you a guide book, then?"
She smiled, and watched the pack of women pass by.
"They really are everywhere, aren't they?" She said with a laugh. "They watch me like hawks, too, it seems. It's like they know..."
She shrugged, glancing over her shoulder at the women who had just passed.
"I'm very sure you can," she replied, returning his smile back up at him. "There is no doubt in my mind of that."
Damsel in Distress || Ophelia and Evan
“You’re actually very difficult to read,” Evan said. He had been trying to figure her out since they met, but he wasn’t going to voice his opinions. For all he knew, he could be totally wrong about her.
“I sure will. It’s less fun causing trouble on your own. Especially around these types of people,” he frowned at the women with giant hats that seemed to travel in packs. He would never understand them.
“Well I’m sure I can entertain you a lot more than that stuffy room,” he smiled down at her.
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Oh, please do! Wine isn't meant to be used alone, you know.
What a pity...
I’ll take you up on that offer, if you don’t mind, Fee. I don’t seem to have anything else to do for today, so I don’t see why not.
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What a pity...
A full bottle of wine and no one to drink it with.
Anyone care to join me?
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Oh, well that is a shame. I hope you found one to replace it?
And at least you discovered your taste in wine. Though I think if you haven't had wine from Bordeaux, you've never had wine at all.
What an evening.
Hmm, well… I guess story telling session has begun.
Where to begin— it wasn’t too long ago though; last year it was. My colleague had invited me to a party he was hosting, and I was a little to curious about all the different tastes of wine, though I had found out that my favorite is red wine. Got a little on my white shirt I had been wearing that night as well. When I got drunk, well lets just say I didn’t go home to my own house till the next morning, also lost my tie. Too bad, because I really liked that one.
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Well, that's up to you. You've already made a perfectly fine first impression though. I highly doubt a story from your past will change that.
What an evening.
Now now, I’m not saying anything negative, I’m just saying I don’t think it would interest you is all— or a very good first conversation with someone. Might set a bad first impression.
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Someone like me? And who would that be?
If you don't want to talk about it, don't - but don't use my perceived interest as the reason.
What an evening.
Aha, well it was just a blur now that I think about it. I don’t think it would be of interest to someone like you, Fee.
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Astonishing? Well, now I'm curious. You should tell me about it.
What an evening.
I try to stop myself after a little bit. I’ve only been overly drunk once, though as much as I don’t want to admit, it was an astonishing experience.
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Oh, my parents despise it. But it has its uses. As long as you know the limits of it.
What an evening.
Ahh, I see. My parents never condoned the use of alcohol. I don’t fancy alcohol all too much either, but I do like drinking it when I can.
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Good thing, indeed! I wouldn't much fancy being stranded in a frozen wasteland, Mr. Kingston.
Oh, I'm no stranger to it - we used to sneak in even stronger stuff, at school.
And what's a young man like you doing drinking out here on your own?
What an evening.
Good thing they didn’t put me on steering duty or I would send us all the way to the north boarder by now, haha.
Oh but this?— Just a little vodka, not a huge fan of it but it’s quite nice if you are just looking for something to sip on. But do have some if you please.
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Ophelia smirked, hiding the expression with a quick duck of her head.
"My, I must be quite easy to read," she said, wondering what else he had discerned about her in the short time since they'd met. "Though yes, you should definitely take that as a compliment - it was meant to be one."
Her smirk turned into a full smile as she realized they must have a similar outlook on mischief of any kind.
"Well," she said, "I suppose you'll just have to keep my spirits up. I fear the lack of activity has rather dampened them." She pouted playfully, but couldn't keep it up, long. A smaller smile quickly took its place. "If you find anything, you must let me know," she said. "And I'll return the favor if you'd like."
She sighed. "Oh...well, I was going to return to my cabin and waste some time," she replied. "Though that was before I took to meeting handsome strangers who rescued my dog, of course."
Damsel in Distress || Ophelia and Evan
“No one ever expects it, I guess I’m just a guy with many layers,” he said, smiling. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. You don’t seem the type to be impressed with much.”
“Well, that sucks. It won’t stop me, though. I’m very optimistic, I’ve been told,” he said. He was also the type to get in trouble even when there’s no trouble to be found. It was a bad habit of his.
“I was just looking for Marcus, but believe me, I didn’t mind being interrupted.” He smiled down at her. “What were you up to before you lost your dog?”
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I see. As long as the alcohol doesn't cause you to sink this ship, Mr. Kingston, I believe that's fine.
I'm bound for home. Back to sleepy Virginia, I fear. I'm hoping to get as much excitement and adventure from this little journey as I can. On that note...care to share whatever it is you're drinking?
What an evening.
Ah, my name… my name, what is my name?— Mark— Mike! Yes my name is Michael Kingston. I apologize, I was too distracted by everything going on here. Probably the alcohol setting in here, I don’t drink to much but when I do it’s a little negative on my actions.
But I came aboard to seek a new life… Europe isn’t very much of my taste I guess? Maybe the case for many a folk on this ship. And yourself?
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