Half Plus Seven

Alfalfalcon

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Eric was definitely enjoying himself. Getting 'Bunny' to talk about herself was quite an easy matter, though he wondered if she'd just go off whether or not Eric tried to prompt her. It had him wondering what it'd be like with more socially awkward patrons coming in. Did she have to handle them as well? And did she do it as well as she was with Eric? It didn't seem polite to ask, but it didn't mean Eric couldn't imagine it.

“Did you make this costume?” Eric motioned to what she was wearing. Were there no rules about touching, Eric would have enjoyed teasing her with his hands on her handiwork. Assuming it was her handiwork.

Turned out she was an animal person, when she wasn't doing something to help out at the club. “I had a feeling you were a bunny person, 'Bunny',” Eric smirked. “A horse person too? Have you done like, any equestrian sports stuff?” Eric only saw that kind of stuff on the television sometimes, during the Olympics. He never paid it much attention, though. He was always into the fencing.

Speaking of which, “Me? I like to fence. In fact, I'm expecting to compete in the Olympics soon, in Brazil,” Eric was proud of his skill. It practically defined him. “You can probably see it in my legs, or maybe feel it if you dare,” with a grin, he stretched out one of his legs to show to 'Bunny'. He really did have muscular legs, visible even under his slacks.

Eric leaned closer to 'Bunny' in turn, picking up his wine glass to take a very small sip. “Aside from that, I like to go out and meet people. Especially cute ones,” he smiled.
 

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Bunny was definitely a chatter, and one of her strengths was the ability to get the more shy patrons to open up and enjoy themselves. Not that she needed to do so with Eric--he was a very easy customer to chat with.

“I didn’t entirely make this one, but I did modify it!” She gestured to the little pink hearts on her skirt. “The outfit was kinda plain, so I added these to make it a little more ‘me’. I’m so lucky that my boss lets me have free reign over costumes.” She said with a giggle. Yura used to be more strict with the costumes, but when it came to Bunny and her urge to get creative, she just kind of...gave up.

Bunny reached over and took her wine glass. “I did a little bit of competition when I was younger, back in Texas. Nothing really major though.” She was just taking a sip when Eric mentioned his fencing. She covered her mouth with her hand as she swallowed.

“Mm...you fence? And you’re going to the Olympics?! That’s amazing!” She said, wide-eyed as she put her glass down. Then she couldn’t help but peer curiously at his muscular legs.

“Oh gosh, fencing is really a workout on the legs, isn’t it?”

When Eric leaned in closer to her, Bunny grinned and grabbed her wine glass again. “Well aren’t you sweet,” she said with a giggle as she tapped their glasses together. “To making people happy~!”

She took a sip of her drink and placed it down again. Her glass was definitely getting emptier quicker than Eric’s.

“When you go to Brazil for the Olympics, you better come back here after and tell me all about it, alright?” she said with a wink. “i’d love to go to Brazil someday--sounds like such an interesting place!”
 

Alfalfalcon

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It seemed to be working just as he thought. The more 'Bunny' sipped, the more she seemed to take in after each sip. Given how close he was at this point, Eric figured he had just enough of her vision to keep 'Bunny' from noticing him topping off her glass out from his own. Not enough to completely arouse suspicion, but enough to suddenly change her one glass of wine into one and a half.

As for Eric, he sipped his own too. “To making people happy,” he replied and after the clink, took a very minuscule sip of his own. Since his own glass seemed to be emptying at the same rate, and Eric would visibly top his own, he expected 'Bunny' wouldn't suspect a thing. Except perhaps, at some point, that Eric wasn't nearly as drunk as a bottle of wine would suggest.

“It is quite the workout,” Eric let her gaze at his legs some more. What was the point in hiding the fruits of his labours, after all? “They aren't rock hard though. Plenty of softness still to feel nice. I don't want to be literally cut from marble, after all.” Eric chuckled.

'Bunny' mentioning Brazil seemed like the perfect opportunity to put her a little on her toes, “Maybe you'd like to see me compete in person, when the time comes?” Eric grinned. He sipped again from his apparently half-empty wine glass, still nothing more than a tiny wash of his tongue.
 
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