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]

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?"

[gravity_grrl]

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."

[gravity_grrl]

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.

[gravity_grrl]

She turns on him, her eyes wide and her mouth open in a look of total offence. It's a pretty good look but it's spoiled almost immediately because of the smile that surfaces across her lips as she grabs a nearby throw pillow and hits him with it, laughing.

"Oh my gaaaaaaaawd! Shut up! You're getting off on this aren't you?"

She giggles and leans towards him when he grabs the bottle of whiskey, motioning for him to refill her glass as well.

"How about after all this is over you take us to Hawaii then?"

[oldmanfive]

He barely has time to get his arm up to defend against the pillow shot. He laughs, slightly turning to the side to avoid another shot if possible. "I bet you would love if it did get me off. Since it would give you an excuse to get me out of my shorts." He teases with another laugh.

Instinctively he goes to top her glass off when she gestures for a refill. For a moment they lock eyes as she leans near him with her glass. She looks so beautiful with the bright smile and the flushed skin. He almost doesn't hear her question as he contemplates closing the small gap between them and kissing her.

"Eh?" He blinks in confusion for a moment. "And what would we do in Hawaii, hmm?" He asks, sounding a bit more salacious than originally intended.

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She cackles and hits him again with the pillow, enjoying the sound of his laugh. Somehow she gets the feeling he doesn't do a lot of it. "And you said you weren't naughty! Such a fucking liar!"

When he asks what they would do in Hawaii she smiles and slowly extends her legs up and out onto the coffee table, one at a time, toes pointed. She does work in a burlesque club after all.

"Ohhhh the usual. Lounging by the pool in itty bitty swimsuits...soaking up the sun...drinking margaritas."

[oldmanfive]

"As if Mrs Robinson would be interested in straight laced schoolboys." He manages to retort, still holding an arm up to block the pillow shots. He honestly cannot remember the last time he had a good laugh. He has to wipe at his eyes because all the laughing is starting to make his eyes water.

And then his eyes fall on those shapely legs that land on the coffee table. Ugh. Yep. Those teenage hormones start sparking again that he chooses to down half his glass of whiskey to dull some of the frustration that is beginning to build.

"Soaking sun is overrated, but I wouldn't mind a margarita." He says with a sigh as he pours himself more whiskey. Definitely drinking more than he should at this point, but the last couple of days have been nothing but a shit show. He leans back against the couch and looks up the ceiling again before letting out a sigh.

"If we manage to survive and get our asses back to the right time period. Then yes, we can have those margaritas on the beach of Hawaii." He proclaims with a shrug because why the fuck not? Maybe he deserves a fucking break and well if he can spend some time with a hot lady by his side all the better.

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"Good point." She says and stops hitting him with the pillow when she sees him wiping his eyes, grinning to herself at how much she's managed to crack through that serious exterior to the warm human being underneath it. He really should smile more, he's got a lovely one.

"Mmm I disagree. I love feeling the sun on my body," She says with a lazy smile, noticing the way his eyes go up and down her legs and how fast he is to chug half his glass of whiskey. "I'll need help with sunscreen though..."

"Hmn. Okay so....find your siblings, survive doomsday, get back to the right time period, all without dying or getting hurt and THEN we can take a vacation." She lists off, leaning back against the sofa and looking up at the ceiling along with him. She turns her head and offers him a slow smile.

"Piece of cake."

[oldmanfive]

He's mildly relieved when she stops hitting him with the pillow. He finally let his arm drop as lets out another sigh. Though he scoffs at her disagreement because if she experience even half of the weather conditions he had been through, she'd get why he thinks the sun bathing is overrated.

His ears twitch when she mentions she'd need help with sunscreen and then he feels like tingle below the belt. He sits up partly and takes another large sip of whiskey, making a face at the way it still burns his throat and chest. Though at this rate it is only really making him more hot than he previously had been. Fuck.

"I'm sure you'll have no problem finding some beach attendant to help you out." He tells her, because he's not going to get baited into offering his assistance. That's a trap just waiting to happen.

He almost laughs when she lists all the things they need to do. Because she makes it sound so simple but it is anything but. "You act as if this won't be like herding a bunch of asshole cats. And there is still the matter of the guys who are after me and my family. They want us dead and they are professionals." He sighs as he turns his head to look at her seeing those violet eyes staring right at him.

"I'm not as optimistic as you, Miss Roxy. The clock is ticking down and I am feeling like I am going to sink." He admits, turning his gaze back up at the ceiling. Suddenly feeling far more emotional than he wants to be right now.

[gravity_grrl]

She's a bit disappointed that he doesn't banter back about the sunscreen but a moment later she can understand why, his mood has shifted and when he voices his concerns about all that they have to do she can hear the raw emotion in his voice. He sounds like a man who has been treading water for years and instead of being handed a life vest he's been handed stones.

"You won't sink." She says softly, her eyes growing concerned as she watches his expression slip towards something that looks like defeat.

"Hey." She says and reaches over, brushing back a lock of his dark hair from his forehead. "I won't let that happen okay?"

[oldmanfive]

Instinctively he glances back over to her, when he feels her fingers brushing his hair off his forehead. He can't help but search her eyes because it is strange to see that sort of sincerity from someone he's only known a couple of days at best. She just seems so confident when she says she won't let him sink. It's like being seen for the first time since getting back to civilization. He's almost felt like a ghost this entire time, but now this woman sees him and notices that he is barely keeping afloat.

Not even his own siblings have offered him a life preserver in all of this mess. She's literally the first and it makes something inside of him feel incredibly warm inside. In a moment of impulse, he suddenly leans forward and just kisses her. Maybe a small part of him wanting to check if this was really happening or if he was back in the wastelands fantasizing about impossible scenarios.

[gravity_grrl]

Her eyes fly open in surprise when he kisses her because despite all her flirting she hadn't actually expected him to be so bold. There's a part of her that immediately tries to argue against his kiss, telling herself that it's wrong and she would be a fool to encourage such a thing. After all he is both younger and older than her and is practically a stranger.

And yet she finds herself ignoring all of that and kissing him back, pressing her lips firmly against his as she moves her hand her to cup the side of his face. She has no idea why she's doing this, is she starved for human connection after being stuck here for six months? Are they both acting out because everything could end so suddenly if he's right about doomsday?
Does it matter?

[oldmanfive]

Sure enough, she's as real as it gets. Her lips are incredibly soft and he can feel the warmth of her hand on his cheek as they both seem to lean into the moment. While in the back of his mind, he knows he shouldn't have kissed her. Somehow it feels incredibly right and he has no idea why that is. They are nearly complete strangers, so it doesn't necessarily make any sense.

Finally he breaks the kiss between them and immediately looks away. "Sorry, I shouldn't have done that." He apologizes, because he had been the one to cross the line there. Banter or not, he's usually got better self-control than that. He rubs a hand over his face and lets out a sigh. Maybe it really had been a mistake to tempt fate by coming over to her place.

"Maybe I go..." He starts, sitting up and leaning forward to put his glass on the table.