Post by Macht Stärke on Nov 11, 2015 3:27:20 GMT -5
It was a wonderfully chilly day in New York City, and Macht was gallivanting about in search of anything that could possibly appease his boredom. A part of him wished silently that he would partake in a chance encounter, one that would forever change the life he lived. However, the rest of him thought this was foolish - things would remain the same more-or-less, with no outside source ever being influential enough to truly prove the German with the experience he desired. Still, it was a thought he continued to entertain, even as the clouds above began to roll across the sky in full force, indicating an end to the enjoyable out-doors.
With many options and no apparent goal besides a cure to the ailment of dissatisfaction, Macht stopped at the building closest to him - one Misty's Maid Cafe - and made his way in. Truth be told, he wasn't expecting any of the sights before him, though he was certainly not disappointed in what he saw. Maids going about servicing their customers, charming women providing (reasonable) services for a reasonable price, and with women as attractive as this lot, Macht was genuinely surprised it wasn't getting considerably more service. It was something he wanted to personally rectify, so with a grin strapped upon his face, he quickly found himself a seat.
It wasn't long before Macht was serviced by a rather attractive young lady who seemed to be incredibly busy - under-staffed, maybe - and the moment he saw her he was quite captivated. "What will you be having?" she asked him in what he perceived to be a sultry, yet hurried tone, and his eyes fixated upon her lips as she spoke. "The Juicy Java Supreme," he responded slowly, his mouth watering as he did so. She mentioned something with a number, likely the total, and yet he couldn't quite seem to hear it. All Macht could do was nod as she walked away, and he gleefully ogled her rump as she did so.
Not bad. Not bad at all.
The woman was not only the object of Macht's adoration, it seemed, as she was hounded by any and every man she passed to the point where it would make any sane woman completely uncomfortable. It was evident as she came out with Macht's Juicy Java Supreme - all the taste of the greatest drinks you've ever had, with only half the calories - and her cheeks were flushed red. Embarrassed, maybe? Either way, it was cute to the redhead, and he failed to process exactly what sort of stress she might be under. So, he did what he thought made the most sense. As she turned away, he took her by the hand and lightly tugged, wearing a small grin on his lips.
"How about I just order you, instead?"
"Hah. Yeah, right," she replied, snatching her hand away.
"Come on," he continued with a chuckle. "Better me than any of these other creepy fucks, right?"
She looked back at him and cocked a brow, smirking. "What makes you think I'd pick any of you?" And she had a point: there really wasn't any reason for her to cave and go for any of these men, especially not after their rather futile attempts at catching her attention.
"I'll tell you what," he nodded, understanding where it was she was coming from. "You tell me when your shift ends, and then I take you out to dinner. I won't hound you while I'm here - which will be tough, because you're a genuine looker, lady - and I'll ask these other bozos stop as well. Sound fair?"
To him, it made perfect sense, but the girl let out a laugh as if to mock him. Not that he minded, really, her smile was pleasant, and it kept him enthralled for a little longer. "And why would I tell you that?" she responded with her brow still cocked. And it was a good question. She really had no reason to, but that wouldn't keep Macht from trying. So as she asked it, he leaned toward her with a smile, once again reaching for her hand.
"Not that you have to, but I've never seen a woman quite so beautiful and just given up that easily. So, I'll stick around and just wait till you leave. Either way, I'm taking you to dinner after this." Of course, he laughed, and something about his demeanor spurred her to laugh as well. She said nothing, however, simply taking a pen from her pad and writing down a time on it. He took it with a smile and pocketed it, offering the girl a wink. She then went about her work, and he finished off his drink.
As luck would have it, the weather would calm down within a couple of hours, and during those two hours Macht and the woman shared plenty of playful banter that made it apparent to the other men in the building that she wasn't interested in them. Whether or not she was genuinely interested in Macht, however, was up in the air. It was enough to him that she was entertaining, though, and it made the concept of the conquest that much more exhilarating. Though, he'd yet to leave, and this was for one simple reason. The paper she gave him had no time on it. It simply stated three words: Go Fuck Yourself. So, while normally he wouldn't wait, this time he did, and he did so while enjoying himself.
It was seven o'clock in the evening when the girl's shift finally ended, and Macht waited for her by the entrance anyway. She rolled her eyes at him as soon as he was spotted, perhaps to tease him, and the reaction made him chuckle. "I told you I would wait around, now, didn't I?" To which she smirked, and he held the door open for her and led her outside.
The very moment the cool air hit her skin, the girl shivered and, like the gentleman he appeared to be, Macht removed his jacket and placed it over the woman's shoulders. She looked to him quizzically, not having pegged him for the kind of guy to do anything of the nicer sort given the entirety of their interactions thus far. To this, he shrugged, stating simply, "I've gotta do a few nice things here and there so you'll fall for me, of course."
Several minutes of continued banter would pass, the majority of which was all about Macht asking the girl where it was she wanted to eat. She closed her eyes and pointed in a random direction, her finger leading them to McDonald's (or at least, an advertisement) and without complaints, he would take her there. Teasingly, he knelt before her and offered her a piggy back ride on the way, as it'd be quicker than a cab and, to his genuine surprise, she took him up on the offer. So with a mischievous, mouthy, sassy, sarcastic woman upon his back, speaking directly into his ear, Macht began the short trek to McDonald's.
As the two got their food, the girl sat at one side of a booth, and Macht sat on the same side, rather than across from her. He firmly planted his ass on the seat beside her, then scooted all the way over until she was pressed up against the wall and pushing against him to get him to back off. He seemed to ignore it, munching on his fries with a sheepish smile slapped on his face. She only attempted to push even harder, causing him to slide away, but as he did he instinctively snatched her burger and took a bite out of it.
"Really?!" She exclaimed shortly after her burger was returned to her box, hand zipping toward his fries and ripping a chunk free from his box. He watched with wide eyes as she did just that, and it was like everything was moving in slow motion. "NOOOOO-" he started, small bits of saliva shooting out from his mouth. The fried, salty potato goodness neared her mouth and he pawed at her hand futilely. Those luscious lips parted, and in went the $2.99 fries, never to be tasted by the man who paid for them. "-OOOOOOOO!!!" he finally finished, mock crying and falling against her shoulder as if she'd just murder his parent. He gripped her clothing tightly, softly whimpering, mumbling something about "betrayal" and "a whole three dollars." Throughout Macht's whole fake crying session, the girl, kept a mostly straight face, looking away from him as she continued eating food off of his plate while he failed to notice. Her lips were curved slightly upward in a smile, as though she might possibly be enjoying this, but even that escaped his vision.
When the man finally stopped fake crying, Macht returned to find his food all half-eaten, and his dinner date had a sheepish grin of her own worn rather proudly despite the salt and oil that caked the sides of her mouth. Now, when Macht noticed this, he saw he had two choices: he could either a) freak out about the food and continue acting like a little kid; or b) take advantage of the food on her face and attempt to make a move. Naturally, being the man he is, Macht went for option b (as in "b"adass), and eyed here like a lost puppy.
"You've got something on your face," he pointed lazily, and she frantically reached for a napkin in an attempt to clean it off. Macht couldn't help but laugh as she missed it every time, either severely overshooting it, or just barely missing it. After roughly thirty seconds of watching her, he put his hand over hers and placed it against the table. She shot him a wide-eyed stare, and he only whispered in response.
"Let me."
If it was even possible, the girl's eyes widened much more, and Macht brought his other hand around to softly palm her cheek. With his eye focused almost entirely on her lips - and it was far from subtle - he began to wipe away at the oil with his thumb. When it would not come off, he licked his thumb, placed it to her cheek, and lightly wiped at it with a napkin. "Oh, my. This is persistent," he teased, leaning in as he rubbed only slightly harder. She continued to just watch, and he couldn't tell whether or not she was uncomfortable or just in complete shock that someone so handsome was putting her in this situation. Feeling as though the latter was indeed the truth, Macht instinctively leaned in even closer. As he did, the girl showed no signs of protest... which is a good thing, right? At least, he thought so. So he leaned in further.
And further.
There was but a half an inch remaining between the two's lips.
Macht closed his eyes, tilting his head to the side and puckering his lips for a kiss, when he felt his lips meet an incredibly warm embrace. Only, this warm embrace did not have the same texture as another person's lips, no. This texture was that of a chicken nugget, and the embrace was said nugget being shoved into his mouth! The redhead reared back, slightly choking at the meat in his throat (and it got pretty far! The girl managed to sink her whole fingers in before Macht pulled away.), letting loose all sorts of curses and interjections, to which his date simply giggled in response. After moments of combating this chicken nugget, Macht managed to finally wash it down.
"Holy shit - what the hell was that for?!"
The woman cocked a brow and smirked, something she'd done plenty of times since Macht had first encountered her. "Really?" She started, crossing her arms. "Take a wild guess, playboy." He simply looked at her, bewildered that anyone would even consider rejecting his advances. He seemed all too clueless, and she let out yet another laugh.
"You don't even know my name, and you're trying to kiss me."
With many options and no apparent goal besides a cure to the ailment of dissatisfaction, Macht stopped at the building closest to him - one Misty's Maid Cafe - and made his way in. Truth be told, he wasn't expecting any of the sights before him, though he was certainly not disappointed in what he saw. Maids going about servicing their customers, charming women providing (reasonable) services for a reasonable price, and with women as attractive as this lot, Macht was genuinely surprised it wasn't getting considerably more service. It was something he wanted to personally rectify, so with a grin strapped upon his face, he quickly found himself a seat.
It wasn't long before Macht was serviced by a rather attractive young lady who seemed to be incredibly busy - under-staffed, maybe - and the moment he saw her he was quite captivated. "What will you be having?" she asked him in what he perceived to be a sultry, yet hurried tone, and his eyes fixated upon her lips as she spoke. "The Juicy Java Supreme," he responded slowly, his mouth watering as he did so. She mentioned something with a number, likely the total, and yet he couldn't quite seem to hear it. All Macht could do was nod as she walked away, and he gleefully ogled her rump as she did so.
Not bad. Not bad at all.
The woman was not only the object of Macht's adoration, it seemed, as she was hounded by any and every man she passed to the point where it would make any sane woman completely uncomfortable. It was evident as she came out with Macht's Juicy Java Supreme - all the taste of the greatest drinks you've ever had, with only half the calories - and her cheeks were flushed red. Embarrassed, maybe? Either way, it was cute to the redhead, and he failed to process exactly what sort of stress she might be under. So, he did what he thought made the most sense. As she turned away, he took her by the hand and lightly tugged, wearing a small grin on his lips.
"How about I just order you, instead?"
"Hah. Yeah, right," she replied, snatching her hand away.
"Come on," he continued with a chuckle. "Better me than any of these other creepy fucks, right?"
She looked back at him and cocked a brow, smirking. "What makes you think I'd pick any of you?" And she had a point: there really wasn't any reason for her to cave and go for any of these men, especially not after their rather futile attempts at catching her attention.
"I'll tell you what," he nodded, understanding where it was she was coming from. "You tell me when your shift ends, and then I take you out to dinner. I won't hound you while I'm here - which will be tough, because you're a genuine looker, lady - and I'll ask these other bozos stop as well. Sound fair?"
To him, it made perfect sense, but the girl let out a laugh as if to mock him. Not that he minded, really, her smile was pleasant, and it kept him enthralled for a little longer. "And why would I tell you that?" she responded with her brow still cocked. And it was a good question. She really had no reason to, but that wouldn't keep Macht from trying. So as she asked it, he leaned toward her with a smile, once again reaching for her hand.
"Not that you have to, but I've never seen a woman quite so beautiful and just given up that easily. So, I'll stick around and just wait till you leave. Either way, I'm taking you to dinner after this." Of course, he laughed, and something about his demeanor spurred her to laugh as well. She said nothing, however, simply taking a pen from her pad and writing down a time on it. He took it with a smile and pocketed it, offering the girl a wink. She then went about her work, and he finished off his drink.
As luck would have it, the weather would calm down within a couple of hours, and during those two hours Macht and the woman shared plenty of playful banter that made it apparent to the other men in the building that she wasn't interested in them. Whether or not she was genuinely interested in Macht, however, was up in the air. It was enough to him that she was entertaining, though, and it made the concept of the conquest that much more exhilarating. Though, he'd yet to leave, and this was for one simple reason. The paper she gave him had no time on it. It simply stated three words: Go Fuck Yourself. So, while normally he wouldn't wait, this time he did, and he did so while enjoying himself.
It was seven o'clock in the evening when the girl's shift finally ended, and Macht waited for her by the entrance anyway. She rolled her eyes at him as soon as he was spotted, perhaps to tease him, and the reaction made him chuckle. "I told you I would wait around, now, didn't I?" To which she smirked, and he held the door open for her and led her outside.
The very moment the cool air hit her skin, the girl shivered and, like the gentleman he appeared to be, Macht removed his jacket and placed it over the woman's shoulders. She looked to him quizzically, not having pegged him for the kind of guy to do anything of the nicer sort given the entirety of their interactions thus far. To this, he shrugged, stating simply, "I've gotta do a few nice things here and there so you'll fall for me, of course."
Several minutes of continued banter would pass, the majority of which was all about Macht asking the girl where it was she wanted to eat. She closed her eyes and pointed in a random direction, her finger leading them to McDonald's (or at least, an advertisement) and without complaints, he would take her there. Teasingly, he knelt before her and offered her a piggy back ride on the way, as it'd be quicker than a cab and, to his genuine surprise, she took him up on the offer. So with a mischievous, mouthy, sassy, sarcastic woman upon his back, speaking directly into his ear, Macht began the short trek to McDonald's.
As the two got their food, the girl sat at one side of a booth, and Macht sat on the same side, rather than across from her. He firmly planted his ass on the seat beside her, then scooted all the way over until she was pressed up against the wall and pushing against him to get him to back off. He seemed to ignore it, munching on his fries with a sheepish smile slapped on his face. She only attempted to push even harder, causing him to slide away, but as he did he instinctively snatched her burger and took a bite out of it.
"Really?!" She exclaimed shortly after her burger was returned to her box, hand zipping toward his fries and ripping a chunk free from his box. He watched with wide eyes as she did just that, and it was like everything was moving in slow motion. "NOOOOO-" he started, small bits of saliva shooting out from his mouth. The fried, salty potato goodness neared her mouth and he pawed at her hand futilely. Those luscious lips parted, and in went the $2.99 fries, never to be tasted by the man who paid for them. "-OOOOOOOO!!!" he finally finished, mock crying and falling against her shoulder as if she'd just murder his parent. He gripped her clothing tightly, softly whimpering, mumbling something about "betrayal" and "a whole three dollars." Throughout Macht's whole fake crying session, the girl, kept a mostly straight face, looking away from him as she continued eating food off of his plate while he failed to notice. Her lips were curved slightly upward in a smile, as though she might possibly be enjoying this, but even that escaped his vision.
When the man finally stopped fake crying, Macht returned to find his food all half-eaten, and his dinner date had a sheepish grin of her own worn rather proudly despite the salt and oil that caked the sides of her mouth. Now, when Macht noticed this, he saw he had two choices: he could either a) freak out about the food and continue acting like a little kid; or b) take advantage of the food on her face and attempt to make a move. Naturally, being the man he is, Macht went for option b (as in "b"adass), and eyed here like a lost puppy.
"You've got something on your face," he pointed lazily, and she frantically reached for a napkin in an attempt to clean it off. Macht couldn't help but laugh as she missed it every time, either severely overshooting it, or just barely missing it. After roughly thirty seconds of watching her, he put his hand over hers and placed it against the table. She shot him a wide-eyed stare, and he only whispered in response.
"Let me."
If it was even possible, the girl's eyes widened much more, and Macht brought his other hand around to softly palm her cheek. With his eye focused almost entirely on her lips - and it was far from subtle - he began to wipe away at the oil with his thumb. When it would not come off, he licked his thumb, placed it to her cheek, and lightly wiped at it with a napkin. "Oh, my. This is persistent," he teased, leaning in as he rubbed only slightly harder. She continued to just watch, and he couldn't tell whether or not she was uncomfortable or just in complete shock that someone so handsome was putting her in this situation. Feeling as though the latter was indeed the truth, Macht instinctively leaned in even closer. As he did, the girl showed no signs of protest... which is a good thing, right? At least, he thought so. So he leaned in further.
And further.
There was but a half an inch remaining between the two's lips.
Macht closed his eyes, tilting his head to the side and puckering his lips for a kiss, when he felt his lips meet an incredibly warm embrace. Only, this warm embrace did not have the same texture as another person's lips, no. This texture was that of a chicken nugget, and the embrace was said nugget being shoved into his mouth! The redhead reared back, slightly choking at the meat in his throat (and it got pretty far! The girl managed to sink her whole fingers in before Macht pulled away.), letting loose all sorts of curses and interjections, to which his date simply giggled in response. After moments of combating this chicken nugget, Macht managed to finally wash it down.
"Holy shit - what the hell was that for?!"
The woman cocked a brow and smirked, something she'd done plenty of times since Macht had first encountered her. "Really?" She started, crossing her arms. "Take a wild guess, playboy." He simply looked at her, bewildered that anyone would even consider rejecting his advances. He seemed all too clueless, and she let out yet another laugh.
"You don't even know my name, and you're trying to kiss me."
