Post by Samuel Hawthorne on Oct 27, 2010 2:43:44 GMT -5
Smooth
Composed by Kris and Mainer
The cameras cut to one of the refreshment tables in the back. Already the crowd can be heard cheering the Southern Belle that is making herself a cup of tea, likely to soothe the jangled nerves caused by her encounter with one Jason Freeman. While Natalie Burrows knows that she is fortunate to have escaped it unscathed, the way that he looked at her like he was about to pounce her and violently have his way with her - carnally or otherwise! - had awakened conflicting emotions within.... and so she sought comfort from one of the most simple of comforts. It is no real surprise that she adds more than a few lumps of sugar to the tea bag she's got steeping in hot water (Sweet tea is a Southern institution for a reason, after all.), a few stirs given before she takes a sip to verify that she's got the flavor just right. Nodding in satisfaction, a slight smile graces her features before she turns around--
And finds herself face-to-face with an unfamiliar young man for the third time tonight.
Savio Romero: Hola senorita…
Here we go again. It is that soft, low and sultry voice that's positively laced with Latino charm, that single voice that has tamed just about any woman the young Spaniard has ever come into contact with and almost as many men if we're being honest. This ladies and gentlemen was Savio Romero, if looks could kill then surely this young man would be on death row, his intense levels of cool and mystique unmatchable by any standards. If killing someone with a smile was crime then this man would be a mass murderer as his presence alone is more than enough to incite le petite morte. With only two words he has already made himself an impact as he pours himself a glass of water standing next to The Southern Belle, his measured and calculated movements showing a focused yet calm approach to this simple task as if he has all the time in the world. This is very much a man who knows what he is capable of and isn't afraid to show it. For all of his charm and panache - and both are most certainly in abundant supply - there are some barriers that he can only partially slip past… and one of them happens to be the chastity that Natalie was raised to have. Even with this seemingly impenetrable barrier, her cheeks tinge pink with a blush, a smile tugging at her lips that is shy, almost bashful. Thankfully, another instilled value - her manners - swoops in and saves her from simply playing the part of a shy, besotted school girl. Her tone is warm and cordial when she finally finds her voice.
Natalie Burrows: ….g-good evening, sir. I hope it finds you well?
Savio can barely contain his smirking. Half the battle is won with an introduction and her facial expression says it all. However, Savio isn't one to rush into anything. He is no player, not a sexual conquistador looking for the next campaign but rather someone who sees a social opportunity and takes it. He sees the chance to get to know someone, a new friend and even if he's making her tremble ever so slightly it sets the pace for a positive working friendship at the very least.
Savio Romero: Ah... si... si... The night sky tonight is simply phenomenal mami... A perfect night to make my arrival. Oh, apologios. My manners senorita. Me llamo Savio Romero, you can call me Savio.
Natalie Burrows: Savio…
Even testing the weight of his name upon her tongue makes her blush intensify that little bit more, her accent actually lending itself well to the Spanish name that she pronounces. After taking a sip of tea to soothe her newly-jangled nerves - although the way that they were tingling was miles away from what Freeman had evoked - she offers her free hand to shake, the tips of her fingers lightly calloused from the work she is doing on her home.
Natalie Burrows: Natalie Burrows. It is a pleasure to meet you.
Savio takes a look at his plastic cup of water. It's amazing how one man can make an item just look so worthless simply by the way he glances it over. Raising the cup ever so slightly up to his chest level before turning to Natalie. He looks into her deep blue eyes and sees her barely containing her approval of his presence and just when it looks like he's going to say something he then looks back at his cup and takes a long sip, the ice cold water soothing his parched throat after a night spent shouting at Kevin Anderson. He swallows down every last drop of the icy mineral water and sighs a nourished sigh. He turns to see the offered hand and takes it within his own but far from shaking it he bows his head and plants a soft kiss on the pale back of her right hand as he holds it with a grip that is firm but tender at the same time.
Savio Romero: The pleasure is all mine, mami.
To say that Natalie is surprised by how Savio responded to her offering her hand for a shake would be a lie. Even though he is a new acquaintance, the Southern Belle can tell a gentleman when she sees one... and while he is not of a variety she has encountered before, Savio most certainly is a gentleman. Even though she expected him to kiss her hand on some subconscious level, that doesn't stop the little jolt she feels when his lips contact her skin. Her cheeks well on their way to discovering new and interesting shades of red, Natalie's smile channels the warmth one would associate with a blast furnace as she once again relies upon her manners to keep from simply devolving into a stammering, blithering idiot.
Natalie Burrows: Why Savio, if I didn't know any better… I would say that you are flirting with me.
Savio laughs a little, a cool and well played off chuckle that helps to make the sexual tension a little less obvious. Savio lets go of her hand and tucks a lock of hair behind his ears unable to stop smiling himself especially at Natalie's reactions. El Conquistador is certainly making himself felt with a minimal of effort. Such is the way of Savio Romero. He keeps his composure and quickly changes the subject.
Savio Romero: Tell me mi amor, why would a senorita of such distinction as yourself be found at the salón de luchadores? With a beautiful face like yours it would be a terrible vergúenza to see it disassembled through a careless accident in the squared circle…
The change of subject is one that Natalie finds herself both relieved and reluctant to take… although being referred to as 'mi amor' keeps a healthy portion of that blush intact. A soft chuckle escapes the Southern Belle as she takes another sip of her tea, the sweet-as-candy elixir further calming her racing heart - funny that it would be doing that, although she understands why on some dim, primal level. Such is why she is suddenly glad for the fact that she chose to wear a dress rather than dress-slacks and a blouse… and also why her smile remains right where it is despite the somewhat serious matter at hand.
Natalie Burrows: I am here for the same reason as anyone else, Savio - to compete. While I appreciate your compliments, they hold no bearing over how I perform in the ring. I know the risks involved… and I take them gladly.
Quickly Savio recoils taking the apologetic approach as he doesn't want to cause anybody any offence. He shakes his head and gently waves a dismissve hand towards the blonde, his smile being replaced with that of a look of concern.
Savio Romero: Of course mami! Mi apologios, I do not mean to doubt your abilities or accolades chica or be uncouth. I am just... how would you say?
He takes a moment to ponder his next words, wisely as they are a make or break situation in the formation of the track that this relationship will take.
Savio Romero: I consider myself an avid supporter of all things "Beautiful". Be it talent, appearance, persona or passion. I can tell from one look that you entail all four of those things and it pains me to see damage to beauty of any kind no matter how great or small. Entender?
The compliments further endear Savio to Natalie, try as she might to not allow him to sway her opinion of him on the basis of his suave demeanor alone. Having managed to dodge a bullet, the Spaniard finds himself regarded by a softer smile, one tinged with a bit of sadness... not at the risks involved, but at the concern he is showing her. It is an odd reaction to be sure, but it speaks of something beyond the little bit that he knows about her.
Natalie Burrows: I understand what you mean... but if you know as much about passion as you say, then you should understand exactly why I am here.
Savio returns to smiling warmly flashing his brilliant pearly white teeth, praying to God inside his mind as he is eternally grateful that he is just as agile socially as he is physically. If he wasn't as quick on his wits as he is on his feet, he surely would've taken a daring leap of faith right into a pit of spikes.
Savio Romero: Of course mami. I understand your plight. It is a noble one. You have the heart of a lion. I like that. However, I must bid adios for now. I have business to attend to tonight. It was a pleasure meeting you Ms. Burrows. I look forward to seeing you around here.
With one final sweeping gesture he takes her hand in both of his again and raises it to his lips, this time the grip much firmer as he kisses her hand again in a flirtatious show of respect in his farewells. She can't understand why he was pressing harder this time on her hands but when she felt something left within her palm it starts to make sense. Savio making his lasting impression quickly sprints off just as quick as he had arrived vaulting over various boxes, staging crates and through a jungle of scaffolding as he disappears into the night. Standing by the table, Natalie turns her hand over and sees a small bone white card with what she can only assume is Savio's number written in cursive. A soft chuckle escapes her lips as she shakes her head, amusement in her eyes as being left alone again has freed up the gears in her mind. A final sip of her tea is taken before she tosses the disposable styrofoam mug into the nearest waste bin… but she keeps the card. Looking back and forth to ensure no one is looking, the Southern Belle indulges in a slightly risque form of keeping hold of the card. Namely? She tucks it into the bodice of her dress, the small card ultimately resting over her heart.
Fade.
Composed by Kris and Mainer
The cameras cut to one of the refreshment tables in the back. Already the crowd can be heard cheering the Southern Belle that is making herself a cup of tea, likely to soothe the jangled nerves caused by her encounter with one Jason Freeman. While Natalie Burrows knows that she is fortunate to have escaped it unscathed, the way that he looked at her like he was about to pounce her and violently have his way with her - carnally or otherwise! - had awakened conflicting emotions within.... and so she sought comfort from one of the most simple of comforts. It is no real surprise that she adds more than a few lumps of sugar to the tea bag she's got steeping in hot water (Sweet tea is a Southern institution for a reason, after all.), a few stirs given before she takes a sip to verify that she's got the flavor just right. Nodding in satisfaction, a slight smile graces her features before she turns around--
And finds herself face-to-face with an unfamiliar young man for the third time tonight.
Savio Romero: Hola senorita…
Here we go again. It is that soft, low and sultry voice that's positively laced with Latino charm, that single voice that has tamed just about any woman the young Spaniard has ever come into contact with and almost as many men if we're being honest. This ladies and gentlemen was Savio Romero, if looks could kill then surely this young man would be on death row, his intense levels of cool and mystique unmatchable by any standards. If killing someone with a smile was crime then this man would be a mass murderer as his presence alone is more than enough to incite le petite morte. With only two words he has already made himself an impact as he pours himself a glass of water standing next to The Southern Belle, his measured and calculated movements showing a focused yet calm approach to this simple task as if he has all the time in the world. This is very much a man who knows what he is capable of and isn't afraid to show it. For all of his charm and panache - and both are most certainly in abundant supply - there are some barriers that he can only partially slip past… and one of them happens to be the chastity that Natalie was raised to have. Even with this seemingly impenetrable barrier, her cheeks tinge pink with a blush, a smile tugging at her lips that is shy, almost bashful. Thankfully, another instilled value - her manners - swoops in and saves her from simply playing the part of a shy, besotted school girl. Her tone is warm and cordial when she finally finds her voice.
Natalie Burrows: ….g-good evening, sir. I hope it finds you well?
Savio can barely contain his smirking. Half the battle is won with an introduction and her facial expression says it all. However, Savio isn't one to rush into anything. He is no player, not a sexual conquistador looking for the next campaign but rather someone who sees a social opportunity and takes it. He sees the chance to get to know someone, a new friend and even if he's making her tremble ever so slightly it sets the pace for a positive working friendship at the very least.
Savio Romero: Ah... si... si... The night sky tonight is simply phenomenal mami... A perfect night to make my arrival. Oh, apologios. My manners senorita. Me llamo Savio Romero, you can call me Savio.
Natalie Burrows: Savio…
Even testing the weight of his name upon her tongue makes her blush intensify that little bit more, her accent actually lending itself well to the Spanish name that she pronounces. After taking a sip of tea to soothe her newly-jangled nerves - although the way that they were tingling was miles away from what Freeman had evoked - she offers her free hand to shake, the tips of her fingers lightly calloused from the work she is doing on her home.
Natalie Burrows: Natalie Burrows. It is a pleasure to meet you.
Savio takes a look at his plastic cup of water. It's amazing how one man can make an item just look so worthless simply by the way he glances it over. Raising the cup ever so slightly up to his chest level before turning to Natalie. He looks into her deep blue eyes and sees her barely containing her approval of his presence and just when it looks like he's going to say something he then looks back at his cup and takes a long sip, the ice cold water soothing his parched throat after a night spent shouting at Kevin Anderson. He swallows down every last drop of the icy mineral water and sighs a nourished sigh. He turns to see the offered hand and takes it within his own but far from shaking it he bows his head and plants a soft kiss on the pale back of her right hand as he holds it with a grip that is firm but tender at the same time.
Savio Romero: The pleasure is all mine, mami.
To say that Natalie is surprised by how Savio responded to her offering her hand for a shake would be a lie. Even though he is a new acquaintance, the Southern Belle can tell a gentleman when she sees one... and while he is not of a variety she has encountered before, Savio most certainly is a gentleman. Even though she expected him to kiss her hand on some subconscious level, that doesn't stop the little jolt she feels when his lips contact her skin. Her cheeks well on their way to discovering new and interesting shades of red, Natalie's smile channels the warmth one would associate with a blast furnace as she once again relies upon her manners to keep from simply devolving into a stammering, blithering idiot.
Natalie Burrows: Why Savio, if I didn't know any better… I would say that you are flirting with me.
Savio laughs a little, a cool and well played off chuckle that helps to make the sexual tension a little less obvious. Savio lets go of her hand and tucks a lock of hair behind his ears unable to stop smiling himself especially at Natalie's reactions. El Conquistador is certainly making himself felt with a minimal of effort. Such is the way of Savio Romero. He keeps his composure and quickly changes the subject.
Savio Romero: Tell me mi amor, why would a senorita of such distinction as yourself be found at the salón de luchadores? With a beautiful face like yours it would be a terrible vergúenza to see it disassembled through a careless accident in the squared circle…
The change of subject is one that Natalie finds herself both relieved and reluctant to take… although being referred to as 'mi amor' keeps a healthy portion of that blush intact. A soft chuckle escapes the Southern Belle as she takes another sip of her tea, the sweet-as-candy elixir further calming her racing heart - funny that it would be doing that, although she understands why on some dim, primal level. Such is why she is suddenly glad for the fact that she chose to wear a dress rather than dress-slacks and a blouse… and also why her smile remains right where it is despite the somewhat serious matter at hand.
Natalie Burrows: I am here for the same reason as anyone else, Savio - to compete. While I appreciate your compliments, they hold no bearing over how I perform in the ring. I know the risks involved… and I take them gladly.
Quickly Savio recoils taking the apologetic approach as he doesn't want to cause anybody any offence. He shakes his head and gently waves a dismissve hand towards the blonde, his smile being replaced with that of a look of concern.
Savio Romero: Of course mami! Mi apologios, I do not mean to doubt your abilities or accolades chica or be uncouth. I am just... how would you say?
He takes a moment to ponder his next words, wisely as they are a make or break situation in the formation of the track that this relationship will take.
Savio Romero: I consider myself an avid supporter of all things "Beautiful". Be it talent, appearance, persona or passion. I can tell from one look that you entail all four of those things and it pains me to see damage to beauty of any kind no matter how great or small. Entender?
The compliments further endear Savio to Natalie, try as she might to not allow him to sway her opinion of him on the basis of his suave demeanor alone. Having managed to dodge a bullet, the Spaniard finds himself regarded by a softer smile, one tinged with a bit of sadness... not at the risks involved, but at the concern he is showing her. It is an odd reaction to be sure, but it speaks of something beyond the little bit that he knows about her.
Natalie Burrows: I understand what you mean... but if you know as much about passion as you say, then you should understand exactly why I am here.
Savio returns to smiling warmly flashing his brilliant pearly white teeth, praying to God inside his mind as he is eternally grateful that he is just as agile socially as he is physically. If he wasn't as quick on his wits as he is on his feet, he surely would've taken a daring leap of faith right into a pit of spikes.
Savio Romero: Of course mami. I understand your plight. It is a noble one. You have the heart of a lion. I like that. However, I must bid adios for now. I have business to attend to tonight. It was a pleasure meeting you Ms. Burrows. I look forward to seeing you around here.
With one final sweeping gesture he takes her hand in both of his again and raises it to his lips, this time the grip much firmer as he kisses her hand again in a flirtatious show of respect in his farewells. She can't understand why he was pressing harder this time on her hands but when she felt something left within her palm it starts to make sense. Savio making his lasting impression quickly sprints off just as quick as he had arrived vaulting over various boxes, staging crates and through a jungle of scaffolding as he disappears into the night. Standing by the table, Natalie turns her hand over and sees a small bone white card with what she can only assume is Savio's number written in cursive. A soft chuckle escapes her lips as she shakes her head, amusement in her eyes as being left alone again has freed up the gears in her mind. A final sip of her tea is taken before she tosses the disposable styrofoam mug into the nearest waste bin… but she keeps the card. Looking back and forth to ensure no one is looking, the Southern Belle indulges in a slightly risque form of keeping hold of the card. Namely? She tucks it into the bodice of her dress, the small card ultimately resting over her heart.
Fade.
