Errands

[Emilian Sota]

Eloise apparently hadn't caught what he meant by his second statement. "Besides, it's always good for a bachelor such as myself," he snorted inwardly, he wasn't exactly a bachelor anymore. "To have a nice bottle of wine for any visitors he may have." He met her eyes, his own gleaming, and took his arm from hers and reached up, pulling down a bottle of red wine to look at.

[Eloise Thomson]

Eloise giggled feeling her cheeks go red, she giggled understanding what he meant. She met his gaze but quickly broke it looking down, she watched him stretch upwards and pull the bottle down to examine, "Is that a good brand?" she asked smiling as she looked over at it, leaning over Emilian feeling the heat of his body.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian had never drank that particular brand, but he had heard Michael's uncle speak of it. "If you want to get a girl nice and drunk, yes." He set it down beside of him, not intending to buy it, but it'd make her have a second thought about going back to the shop with him, or coming to visit. He met her eyes and grinned before looking around for a type he was more than a little fond of.

[Eloise Thomson]

Eloise raised her eyebrow, "You're not planning on getting me drunk, are ya?" She asked biting her lip as she watched him examine other bottles, it was weird how he could tell which one from which. Eloise looked at him as he turned to her smiling back. She ran a hand through her long blonde hair swishing the few strands in her face back away from her eyes.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian smirked, "Possibly, it'd be interesting to have you drunk." She was loose enough already, he couldn't imagine how she would be drunk. "I wouldn't even have to untie your top, you'd throw it on me," he said, almost absentmindedly, as he took down another bottle, reading the year and checking to make sure it was what he wanted.

[Eloise Thomson]

Eloise giggled, "I've never been drunk before..." She mumbled slightly ashamed by it, almost everybody had been drunk before, "And what exactly d'you mean by that? I'm not some sort of whore!" She spat annoyed, her nose flared in anger, she grit her teeth together grinding them to keep herself from hitting him, balling her hands into tight fists just as earlier, her long nails digging deep into her skin.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian grinned, "You could have fooled me." He set the bottle down beside him as a possibility and stood back up to scan again. "Now, I'm not saying it's a bad thing to be a whore, it's like being God's gift to men." He glanced over his shoulder at her, eyes sparkling when he saw her obvious anger. She wasn't God's gift to Emilian, though, that title was all for Adara. His eyes paused at a crossing of the wood, Adara was quickly earning all of the titles he could think of, those that were in a good light, that is.

[Eloise Thomson]

Eloise relaxed and placed her hands over her face rubbing over her forehead gently, breathing deeply, she hated losing her temper but had never really lost it fully before it was something she tried to control really, "You're calling me gods gift to men then?" she asked smirking, her bright blue eyes shining with excitement, maybe it was a sign that he was... interested.

[Emilian Sota]

"Not you in particular," Emilian said, holding a new bottle in one hand and the one he had set in the floor in the other. "Just your kind. But, if you insist, you can go around and brag to your friends that Emilian called you God's gift to men." He was on the verge of buying both bottles, but that would be ridiculous, he didn't need two bottles. He put the first one he had picked up back in its spot and did a short evaluation to choose which one to get, then put the one that didn't make it up, memorizing where he put it so he could come back and get it later.

[Eloise Thomson]

Eloise rolled her eyes, "Not that would be stupid if it wasn't meant to me." She said pushing her hair behind her ear, it was actually beginning to annoy her, she pulled off the hair-band she had around her wrist and pushed her hair up high before tying it up in a messy bun, her long bare neck was now clearly visible, with a thin silver necklace around it with a small diamond hanging off it, it was a gift from her dad... before he had died. Eloise held the diamond absent mindly inbetween her fingers as a small sigh escaped her lips.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian pulled a small bag out of his pocket, and, with a jerk, it became more of a satchel, and he slipped the bottle gently into it. "How do you know I wasn't lying when I said I didn't mean you? That I was just saying that to save face if Adara asked?" he asked, his gaze distracted by the sight of her neck. His eyes traced the slope of her neck, moved to the hollow between her collarbones, and then back over the other side.

[Eloise Thomson]

Eloise watched him pull out the bag from his pocket, watching him put the bottle of wine in, hus hands looked quite big compared to hers and probably much warmer, "I don't know... I just assumed so, seeing as you're always pushing me away from you. Anyway, what is the deal with you and that Adara girl?" She asked grimacing at the girls name, they werent exactly the best of friends. Eloise removed her fingers from the diamond and rubbed the back of her neck gently with her fingertips looking up at him in thought.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian shrugged, "She's one of my girls," he said, looking away from Eloise and starting to walk around the store, adding items to the bag as he saw them. His answer was dismissive, he didn't plan on having his relationship with Adara picked over by some whore he had met by the lake that seemed to have some strange affinity for him. However good-looking she was. "Why? jealous?" he asked, glancing at her with a smirk.

[Eloise Thomson]

Eloise looked at him sternly, "And you call me a whore." she scoffed trying to hold back a sarcastic laugh, she followed him now, her arm no longer linked through with his watching him take the things he needed, "Pshh me? Jealous of... her?" This time she couldn't help but let the laugh out, it sounded quite patronizing really. "Why on earth would I be jealous of her? Well... I must admit that I am slightly jealous that she has you and I don't but other than that I believe I'm perfect the way I am" she said, well it sounded quite obnoxious but she was being truthful.

[Emilian Sota]

"I wouldn't hold it against you if you were jealous. She has those absolutely delicious curves, succulent lips, amazing skin and the softest hair, it would be quite understandable." The smirk stayed on Emilian's face, but it faltered. That was one of the reasons Eloise was temptation. She wasn't shaped like Adara, her skin was darker, her hair much lighter. Beautiful, but in such a different way that it drew him to her. Even their personalities were at odds. As it was he was resisting the urge to draw her down an empty aisle and kiss her.