1960's RP with Five

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In a way Roxy was lucky that she landed in the 1960's and not the pervious era, her modern look was a lot easier to blend into the 60's than if she were dumped into a June and Cleaver type of situation.

"At least I can pass off my short hair as some kind of Twiggy or Mia Farrow inspiration..." She thinks to herself as she passes by a shop window, pausing to adjust her outfit.

"And I do look great in a miniskirt if I do say so myself..."

Not that she's dressed up this way to try and lure anyone with her barely covered bottom, she is actually rather modestly dressed compared to what she wears most nights for work. Today she is going for 'casual lady about town', something that won't stand out too much if she has to do a little breaking and entering.

"Another plus for a miniskirt," She thinks to herself as she approaches the closed down appliance store. "It won't get caught on anything."

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[oldmanfive]

"Maybe the kid was just a sucker for a pretty face?" He replies jokingly, but it isn't exactly a lie. He definitely noticed her pretty face among other things. But he just didn't have time to let himself get distracted. If he did, he wouldn't be any better than Diego.

"Good to know. I may have to go see his fight, since I really need for him to snap out of his stupidity. If he finds Allison, hopefully she can talk some damn sense into him. She's usually the more reasonable one of the two."

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She giggles, enjoying their banter. "Oh so now I'm just a pretty face am I?" She teases.

"I can take you down there if you want, it's not a very nice area and I doubt they'll let you in with you being so young." She says, "But yours truly happens to know of a side door you can use."

[oldmanfive]

"I wouldn't say you are just a pretty face, but your personality isn't the first thing getting noticed at the club." He replies slyly. The pretty face, the shapely figure and the cute ass all come to mind, because he's not immune to beauty. He's just got more important things to contend with than his teenage hormones.

"Do you really think I need help getting into places that I shouldn't be in? If that were the case, you and I never would have met." He points out, because he definitely shouldn't have been in that burlesque club. But he wasn't about to be stopped, when his family was on the line.

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She tilts back in her chair and laughs, surprised when she glances in her vanity mirror and sees that she's blushing. Blushing?! At this kid complimenting her body? Is she that lonely stuck in the 60's? Geeez.

"Sorry, I just kind of assumed that the door guys at the fight would be a little less easy to charm than us cocktail girls." She says, feeling herself still smiling. "Not everyone is as turned on by those knee high socks as I am..."

She bites at her lower lip, part of her shocked that she just said that and another part highly amused that she did. "But if you've got other ways of sneaking in then that works too."

[oldmanfive]

"I promise you, I don't need to charm them..." He starts but falls silent at her next comment. It's completely unexpected, but it also brings a mischief smile to his face. "You got a thing for schoolboys, Miss Roxy? Is that what does it for you?" He teases her. Admittedly he finds it strange that when the Handler makes comments about his knee socks, he wants to punch her face in. But when Roxy does it, he finds it amusing.

"I definitely have a few tricks up my sleeves when it comes to getting into places I shouldn't be." He adds after a beat, but he doesn't smarten her up to his powers just yet. A pretty stranger is still a stranger after all. He has to be cautious there's too much at stake.

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His brief silence makes her grin because it means she managed to crack his resolve, but it doesn't last long as he recovers quickly and is then teasing her right back. She giggles wildly, "Only the naughty kind."
Oh she's getting bold now, which she shouldn't be doing with a minor, that's wrong on so many levels. But there's something about him that doesn't seem like a kid, she's almost positive there's more to him than just what's on the surface. After all, she had been right about him being from out of time like her...

"I'm sure you do, you seem to be a resourceful young man."

[oldmanfive]

"Excuse you, miss. Are you implying I'm naughty?" He asks in mock offense. Maybe it is a little too easy to play along with this game. He frowns to himself because seriously what the hell is he even doing at this point? He really shouldn't be flirting with some woman he just barely met, while he is in the middle of trying to stop doomsday in the 60s.

"I'm not as young as I look." He replies simply, he glances over his shoulder as he sees Elliot fussing around the kitchen with his tuna mold. He frowns because while the man makes an amazing cup of coffee. His cooking leaves a lot to be desired. "Oh great, looks like the host is going to try serving up his tuna mold any minute now. I need to think up an excuse to turn down the offer." He tells her in a low voice. Clearly trying not to be overheard.

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As if her grin couldn't get any wider, but somehow he manages to make it grow another notch. "If you weren't then we wouldn't be having this conversation now would we?" She counters, "So far as I know good boys don't usually associate with burlesque girls."

His comment about not being as young as he looks makes her sit up a bit straighter, her stomach fluttering. Ah-HA! So she isn't totally wrong in her assumption that he's not all that he seems. When he mentions that his host is bringing out a tuna mold she makes a face, one thing she still doesn't understand is this era's fascination with mold type foods. Jello salad molds, tuna molds, it was all so disgusting.

"Ugh, my sympathies." She says, "You could lie and say that you're allergic? Um...or tell him that you're going up to the roof for a cigarette?"

[oldmanfive]

"Hey I was just trying to find my big brother." He replies in mock innocence this time around. "You're the one who came looking for me, remember?" He says slyly.

But soon he's frowning again because he can see Elliot putting the final touches on his tuna mold and there is no way in hell he is eating that shit.

"Hey, I think I'll take you up on that drink offer after all. I cannot subject myself to any more of these disgusting mold dishes..." He says glancing over to the door to Elliot's room that Diego was currently crashing with Lila. Hopefully he doesn't regret this decision later.

[gravity_grrl]

His mock innocence is pretty cute and she laughs, "Ah but you're the one who called me tonight." It's a weak argument but she's enjoying this little back and forth.

Which is why when he suddenly takes her up on her offer for coming over that she feels a flurry of excitement, so much that she almost knocks the bottle of nail polish off her vanity.

"Oh! Uh, yeah sure!" She says, glancing at herself in the vanity mirror. Suddenly trying to judge how long she'll have till he arrives. "You've got my address so come on by whenever."

So long as 'whenever' isn't right away because she'd like to make herself look presentable, not that she's trying to impress him or anything.
It's more that she wants to be a good hostess....

Right? Yeah....sure.

[oldmanfive]

As soon as she gives him the okay, he quickly stands up. "Great, I'm heading over now then. I'll see you when I get there." He tells he goes to hang up the phone and grab the car keys off the table.

"I need to go check on some things. I'll be back later. When Diego wakes up, tell him to stay put for me." Five tells Elliot.

'Wait, don't you want to eat something before you leave?' He asks, looking a bit deflated that Five is leaving.

"Sorry, I'm in a rush. Save me a plate." He replies as he teleports out of the building down to the car before Elliot can rebuttal. He'd be sure to conveniently forget about that plate later. Jello Molds had to be the invention of the devil. Why would anyone want to eat that shit willingly was beyond him.

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As soon as he hangs up Roxy is a flurry of activity, ripping off her robe and trying try simultaneously to fix her hair, put on makeup and tidy up her little apartment.
Thank god she had cleaned up yesterday or else she'd be in trouble, as it stands she's able to clean up and get herself looking cute in about twenty minutes. Deciding on a cute pink romper to wear, if there's one positive thing about being stuck in the 60's it was that at least most the clothes looked cute on her.

[oldmanfive]

Five has to question why he decided to go over to Roxy's place. Even though he was escaping from Elliot's bad cooking. This feels like he might be biting off more than he can chew. But there's a part of him that does want to see her. He's not sure what that is about. The world is ending in less than two weeks and he's flirting with a chick he met in a burlesque club.

Oh Five, what are going to do after you save the world? This could be good for you. A familiar voice tells him.

"Yeah, right. I'm not cracking up." He sighs as he pulls up to the address that Roxy gave him. He finds a parking spot that keeps the car hidden from sight and then teleports inside the building. He walks down the hallway looking for the apartment number. "Bingo." He says under his breath as he spots the right door. He takes a deep breath and then knocks on the door.

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He knocks just as she's putting on an Otis Redding record and she takes a quick look around her studio apartment to make sure she didn't leave any bras or panties out. Most of her costumes are kept at the club but some of the base parts come home with her to wash.
After one last glance in a mirror to make sure she looks cute she goes over to the front door and opens it, leaning prettily in the frame for him to admire as she smiles at him.

"Hey there, sweets."

He looks a bit more tired than when she first met him, the stress of this impending doomsday already taking a toll. But that's okay, she has an idea on how to help him relax.
She motions for him to come inside, hip checking the door closed behind them.

"Whiskey on the rocks? Same as before?"

[oldmanfive]

It's not lost on him that the way she leans on the door is for show and he can't help but give her the once over. Definitely as shapely as he remembers her from the day before.

"Hey there." He replies as he steps inside at her prompting, his eyes giving her place a quick scan over before he turns to face her. His hands moving into his pockets as he does so.

"Sure, but maybe make it a double. It's been a hell of a night." He tells her as he glances over to the record player. "Otis Redding, right?"

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She doesn't know why she should feel pleased that he gives her an appreciative once over with his eyes, but she does and as she heads over to her kitchen to grab them some glasses she puts an extra bit of swing in her hips when she walks.

"Yup, good ol' Otis." As she pulls out her bottle of whiskey and puts ice in the glasses she smiles, "At least we got stranded in an era with good music. Have a seat on the couch, sorry bout the size."

Once she's done pouring the drinks she comes over to the couch carrying the two glasses of whiskey, handing him one. "Turns out that being a cocktail waitress doesn't make you a lot of cash no matter what era you're in. Cheers."

[oldmanfive]

He smirks as she walks toward the kitchen with that extra swish to her hips. He has to admit that she's really putting on a show with the way she swings that cute ass around. It's certainly enough to get his teenage hormones sparking. Instinctively he glances away before his body starts getting any big ideas.

"Too bad the rest of the era is a shit show, what with the racism and prejudice going on." He replies with a sigh as he walks toward the couch at her prompting. He didn't take for granted that he and Roxy were on the lucky side of things, since they could blend in among the small minded idiots that populated the city.

"Hey at least you were able to support yourself. I'm basically reduced to squatting at Elliot's place for the time being." He sighs as he takes the offered glass and makes a cheers gesture toward her.

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Grimacing Roxy nods, "Yeaaaaaaaaaah not a fan of that aspect of it at all." Which is absolutely true as she has seen some disgusting behavior over the past six months of being here, things that she's always been aware of but to see so blatantly out in the open has been shocking and infuriating.

She returns the cheers gesture and sits down next to him, the small sofa forcing them to be seated fairly close to one another. "At least it's a roof and a bed, sides from what I'm assuming you haven't been here long enough to need to support yourself."

"Which reminds me," She says as she sips at her drink, looking at him over the rim of her glass with her violet eyes. "Are you going to explain exactly how you and your siblings all wound up back here or do I have to draw my own conclusions? I told you that I wound up here because of a government transportation portal but you've been a little lacking in your story details."

She can already see a flicker of suspicion in his eyes and she shrugs, "You don't have to. I know you don't fully trust me and blah blah blah but I'll just say that I'm willing to be totally honest with you." She tilts her head to one side and smiles flirtatiously, "Basically I'm saying I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

[oldmanfive]

He takes a long sip of his whiskey, grimacing at the burn but savoring it as well. Instinctively he leans back on the couch because he is just so damn tired. He's honestly been going full speed ahead since he landed back in 2019 a little over two weeks ago. He glances over to her when she asks if she's going to get an explanation to his situation. He diverts his gaze to staring into his glass as he considers if he wants to fully fill her in or not.

After a long moment of silence on his part and yet another large sip of his whiskey. He looks back over to her, sitting next to him, looking like a tasty treat to his eyes.

"I brought them here. A meteor was about to crash down into the planet and destroy all life as we know it. My only choice was to use my time traveling ability to save them. But I fucked up and brought them too far back in time and I ended up scattering them across three different years here in the sixties." He admits with a sigh. "I was just desperate to save them that I hadn't had a designation in mind. Pretty sure, my body just chose the last location I had been when I time traveled last. Which happened to be here in Dallas, Texas, the day of JFK's assassination." He adds with a shrug.

He takes another sip of his drink, a smaller one this time and lets out a humorless laugh. "I fucked up then too because I ended up de-aging myself. Thus the schoolboy look. In actuality, I'm a 58 year old man."

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Whatever reaction he was suspecting it's probably not the one he gets from her, which is to slam her hand down on the little coffee table that sits in front of them with a loud 'HA!' and then scoot closer to him, pointing her finger almost on his nose.

"I KNEW it!" She exclaims excitedly, locking eyes with him. "I KNEW you weren't a fucking teenager!" A trill of laughter erupts out of her and she sags against the couch in relief. "Oh thank christ, I was starting to feel like Mrs. Robinson..."

She raises an eyebrow up at him, still smiling. "Time traveling ability hrm? Sounds like a trip, don't worry by the way. I'm cool with the whole powers thing, check it out." She motions towards the bottle of whiskey which she left on the kitchen counter, she twitches her fingers and a second later it's floating over to them.

"What are the fuckin odds right?" She says and plucks the whiskey out of the air.

[oldmanfive]

"Mrs. Robinson, eh?" He replies, his only big take away from her getting excited and then looking relieved to hear that he's older than he looks. "So what? Were you actually trying to seduce me then?" He asks curiously, with a slight chuckle as he leans back against the couch and puts a foot on the edge of the coffee table.

He does take an interest in her powers as she demonstrates them by levitating the whiskey bottle over to them. "Impressive." He says a raised eyebrow of his own as he hold his hand out and teleports the bottle out of her hand into his own hand. "Time traveling isn't my ability though." He adds with a smirk as he opens said bottle and replenishes his drink.

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She opens her mouth to argue with him about her intentions but then she actually thinks about it from an outsiders perspective; She's the one who initiated flirting, she's the one who invited him over for a drink and she's the one who picked out an outfit that deliberately shows off her curves.

"Oh god, that looks bad doesn't it...." She says to herself and then laughs, running a hand through her hair as a blush creeps across her cheeks. "But no! I wasn't trying to seduce you." She says sincerely, then pauses and because she can't help herself she cocks an eyebrow at him playfully.

"If I had been though....was it working?"

When he demonstrates his powers she utters another squawk of laughter, "Teleportation! You little sneak, no wonder you can get into places you shouldn't."

[oldmanfive]

"It definitely looks like you were trying to get into this schoolboy's shorts." He laughs, genuinely laughs as he see the blush creep across her face. Admittedly she looks even cuter when she blushes because as flirtatious as she is, she still has some sense of modesty. She's certainly a far cry from the Handler.

He simply shrugs noncommittally at her question as he hadn't quite decided on that point. In lieu of giving her a verbal response he takes another sip of his whiskey. He smiles slyly into the glass because between the exhaustion and his lowering inhibitions, he honestly might let himself get carried away into a moment had she pressed him further.

"Exactly, there isn't a place that can truly keep me out." He says as he leans his head back on couch and looks up at her ceiling.

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The blush going across her cheeks goes from a pink to a full red and she tries to somehow explain her way out of that accusation. "I was not! I mean...whatever! I knew you weren't a normal schoolboy the second I saw you at the club so shut up."

Knew? Not exactly, but highly suspected, sure. She tries not to smile, and fails, as she turns her attention back to her drink. "I'm not the dirty lecherous one here, Mr. I'm 58 and going to flirt with a 24 year old cocktail waitress..."

She takes a long sip of her drink, trying hard not to notice the sly smile he has on. Kid? Old man? Either way he's pretty adorable when he wants to be.

"Does your teleporting have a limit or can you like...teleport us to Hawaii right now?"

[oldmanfive]

"Oh so does that mean you're telepathic too?" He teases as she declares that she knew he wasn't a schoolboy. "Or were you just hoping I'd be older so you wouldn't feel guilty for trying to seduce me? I mean come on the evidence is against you here." He tells her as he gestures around. The alcohol, the music, the outfit that accentuates her curves and shows off that cute ass of hers.

"Whatever you say, Mrs. Robinson." He shoots back at being called lecherous instead.

"It does have limits. I'm too exhausted to take us further then a few blocks right now. But technically when I'm at full strength I could probably port to Hawaii." He says with a bit of a shrug as he takes another sip of his drink and then leans over to grab the bottle of the table to give himself another refill.