(open) Nothing as Boring as You, My Dear

[Rayne Brynne]

As the man slapped the tray, liquid exploded through the air, then splattered across the floor followed by the crashing sound of broken glass. The splash of the liquid managed to find its way onto Rayne's shoes. Rayne exhaled heavily as he was contemplating whether or not to knock the man's teeth down his throat, but he never got a chance. The girl that the man was formorly with quickly made her way over to help clean up the mess. Confusion flooded into Rayne's mind.
"Why is a noble helping with a peasant's problems?"
As the server girl quickly made her way to the back, Rayne picked up a shard of the cup that had made its way under his table. With a smile and cheerful facade Rayne said
"This is an injury waiting to happen"
As he stood and walked past the girl, to set the shard on the counter. Then as he turned to face the girl, he offered his hand politely.

[Alita Tress]

Out of the grey cold of stares Alita had managed to earn herself, a man stepped forward, holding a piece of shattered china. Alita stared at him, suddenly feeling that her actions had held more meaning than the usual gossip she generated, or the verbal thrashing she would receive from her mother.

Her stomach a flutter she suddenly wished to be somewhere else. To say anywhere would be a lie, she knew where she wanted to be, cloaked in rough fabric and passing coin for that weeks information, gliding over rooftops and stone walls. Not here, not dressed in silk and shame.

A blush rose to her cheeks as the man held out his hand and she took it in her own as she bent her head and knees, curtseying. "Alita Tress, good sir" She said, introducing herself somewhat hesitantly.

[Rayne Brynne]

As the girl curtsied Rayne thought to himself
"ahh, noble tradition"
Rayne faked a smile, the smile he faked so often when in the presence of nobility, a smile that hid his resentment for these fools dressed in their expensive drab. Words began to flow from his mouth in a facade of nobility
"Alita... Ahh such a beautiful name, I myself am Rayne Brynn, would you care to join me?"
As he gestured to his table, then pulled one of the chairs out for the girl.

[Alita Tress]

Alita eyed the man suspiciously, his invitation seemed somewhat forced, like a trap that caused discomfort to set. This in itself was strange as Alita had found her fellow nobles more often than not delighted in their thinly veiled ridicule. She glanced at a clock on the wall from the corner of her eye. She had half an hour to kill. Half an hour she could not spend wandering, not in such finery, her dress was too heavy and hot for that. Much as she wished she had options, she knew she did not.

"A kind offer, mister Brynne." She said serenely, taking the seat he offered to her.

[Rayne Brynne]

As Rayne went back around to his side of the table, he glanced around the room as every one of the petty stuck up nobles peered at the girl at his table. Her display had attracted alot of attention, which cause Rayne's mind to yet again bubble over with thought
"This is alot of unwanted attention, "attention" is the one thing i deffinetly dont need, yet I just had to invite the gallery of attention gathering to sit and have tea with me, oh the joy, I'll probably end up regretting this later, oh well atleast she's attractive"
As Rayne took to his seat, with his back to all the nobles, he ran his hand through his slicked back hair, as was common when he was attempting to look distinguished among the other nobles.
"So miss Tress, you certainly know how to become the center of attention dont you"
In a slightly joking manner.

[Alita Tress]

Alita chuckled good naturedly, though not with mirth. "I am the thorn in my mother reputation, Sir" she said, this time with more feeling. She rested her chin on her hands and surveyed the man before her. He had smoothed back his greasy hair, and even with such an unatractive aspect to him, his chisseled features and slim figure made him more passable than many noblemen. She found herself focusing on the two peircings in his lip, she wondered what it would feel like to kiss a mouth with metal on it, and felt the blush rise on her cheeks. These were not thoughts to be thinking. Not at all. No, never.


((OOC: Alita's a slight mentality slut for bad boys, basically anyone her parents would never approve of hehe, typical teenage girl

Also, I apologise for the lateness I was in a funk.))

[Rayne Brynne]

OOC: oh its no problem, dont worry about it lol

Rayne watched as the girl's eyes slowly managed to take him in before coming to rest on his lip rings. A slight red tint seemed to well up on the skin of her cheeks, Rayne could only assume, that she had thought of somthing slightly indecent about him. Rayne slowly spun one of his liprings with his tongue as he had done so often that it had become an unintentional habbit. Rayne slowly ran his fingertips along the handle of his teacup, letting his fingertips take in the craftsmanship, as he began to speak.
"Ahh, I too tend to be a rather painful thorn in my parents' side"
As a glint of a real genuine smile krept through his mask of noble pride, he lifted his cup slowly, and took a sip of his tea.

[Alita Tress]

The corner of Alita mouth twitched upwards into a slight smile. "Ah, but surely, sir" she began, twirling a lenfth of hair around her finger, the hints of a challenge surfacing on her clear, crisp voice. "It is much easier to be a pain in their backside as a son, than a dainty flower like myself." Her eyes glittered, brilliant saphires set to a frame of soft black lashes, a stark contrast to her porcelein flesh, even with the blush that graced her cheeks.

This week had been a surprising one for her, first her chance meeting with Faiz, now this young gentleman. Perhaps she thought to herself I can find somewhat decent people within this arristocracy, if only I stumble upon them by accident. Like Faiz, hidden away in his library, or this man, whom I have never seen before. the thought braught her a slight thrill, perhaps the chase would soon begin with more worthwhile contestants. The young men whom attempted to court her (with her mother permission, of course) were all far to old, and far too respectable, they would never be able to tame her wildness, nor suit her tastes.