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Post by Alex Cromwell on Feb 28, 2008 1:39:22 GMT
Alex smirked back at her. "You have me all figured out." He said sardonically as he took another swig of scotch.
"I say lots of things to lots of woman." He said smiling. "But never anything I don't mean. You are truly one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and certainly you intrigue me. You seem very wholesome to some degree which is why you should probably stay away from me." He said with a smile. Attachments were dangerous in his position, he didn't want anyone being used to reach him. Not only that, but if he lost someone he truly loved he had no idea how he would react and during a war in which he was a key player-that was never a good thing.
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Post by simoneflynn on Feb 28, 2008 1:43:04 GMT
Simone stared at him for a moment, Looking him over and figuring him out. It was like she read his mind.
"You'll never be happy if you don't risk things that are close to your heart. Your becoming a robot" She said, genuinely worried for him.
"Your not living" she ended her speech with. She leant on the desk with her elbow, and propped her head on her hand.
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Post by Alex Cromwell on Feb 28, 2008 1:55:04 GMT
"Which brings us back to the state of indifference," he said with a slight smile. "You're beginning to understand me, congratulations!" He finished taking another slip. "Care to make anymore careful deliberations on the status of my mental health? Please do, it amuses me." He said with a slightly arrogant smirk. "I promise you certainly aren't the first to try and unfold the many complicated layers of my mind."
Alex laughed aloud. He knew the happiness he felt wouldn't last long-it never did. He was back to being bitter and quite rude. He smiled, his sister would hate him for what he was saying to this girl. She would yell the same things but no matter what she did he could never become angry at her. He had half raised her since he was young boy-not as if his mother was able to.
"How about I help you out. My father died when I was young and it drove my mother mad with grief. Whenever I got older I took on more and more responsibilities and thus I had no proper childhood which left me to a become a harsh, bitter, and cynical man. I know, terrible sob story isn't it though certainly not as sad as many other peoples lives. I am indifferent because I must be. If I actually cared about what I was doing I'd realize I was an absolute monster and then I'd flee the ministry and then I'd have a few white roses on my tail. And really, they're rather hard to get rid of." He said with a smile. At least he'd soon figure out how easily she scared.
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Post by simoneflynn on Feb 28, 2008 2:00:31 GMT
Simone just looked at him for a moment.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to, well, piss you off" she said quietly.
"I suppose it's up to you how you are isn't it?" she said allowed but mostly reassuring herself.
She took a big swig of her drink.
"You are rather complicated" she joked.
"But I like you, so that's a bonus".
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Post by Alex Cromwell on Feb 28, 2008 2:09:38 GMT
He smiled, "That's not me pissed off-that's how I usually am. Hence why most don't like me." He smirked at her. "I'm really glad you don't scare so easily."
"We all make choices that affect the rest of our lives-pretty sure someone intelligent said that." He said chuckling slightly- the lightness of the moment obviously lost.
"I'm glad you think so," he said smirking. "Though I still haven't figured you out. Can't decide whether you're the wholesome knitting type or crazy type or something completely different. I'm banking on the latter though.
"I think it's a bonus that you like me as while. Makes my life so much more entertaining!" he replied winking at her.
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Post by simoneflynn on Feb 28, 2008 2:12:55 GMT
Simone laughed, he was so smooth, she bet he could talk he way out of any situation, especially with women involved.
"I'm definately not the knitting type!Cheeky!" She said, playfully pushing his chest a little.
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Post by Alex Cromwell on Feb 28, 2008 2:18:31 GMT
"I'm glad," he said as he took another swig of his scotch-a small smile playing on his face. "Then I might be more inclined to stay away." He said with a small smirk. "And you also might be more shocked about the amount of scotch I actually do drink."
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Post by simoneflynn on Feb 28, 2008 2:20:44 GMT
"I can imagine" she gave a slight laugh.
"I go to the Hogs head most nights after work if you ever fancy drowning your sorrows with me, I can help you drown them" she smiled.
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Post by Alex Cromwell on Feb 28, 2008 2:35:36 GMT
"Well that settles everything," he said smirking. "You're definitely the crazy alcoholic type." He finished jokingly. "Every night tsk tsk tsk. I myself only go every second night and usually frequent The Three Broomsticks. Rosmerta always keeps me in line, lovely woman." He said smiling. "But perhaps I shall have to change destinations.
"I'd be happy to drown anything with providing it didn't involve murder...sorrows...woes...happy feelings..." He finished smirking slightly. "But perhaps I should let you get back to work. You're such a slacker, look here." He said motioning to the pile of papers. "Hardly got anything done today." He said mockingly, a smile tugging at the side of his lips.
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Post by simoneflynn on Feb 28, 2008 2:38:59 GMT
She smiled and turned the tables.
"Well if some good looking man didn't come into my office and disturb me I would of done most of it" she grinned at him.
"Your such a joker" she smiled again
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Post by Alex Cromwell on Feb 28, 2008 2:42:40 GMT
"You welcomed the disturbance! Especially the good looking man part; I can see it in your eyes. You can barely keep yourself off me." He said smirking slightly. "Besides it all started because some beautiful decided to frolic, into my office with information that I needed. I personally blame you.
"Yes, I'm hilarious. It's what you love about me."
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Post by simoneflynn on Feb 28, 2008 10:34:45 GMT
Simone laughed.
"Alright you, I'll see you soon" she smiled as she moved the glasses to the counter and sat back down again.
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Post by Alex Cromwell on Feb 28, 2008 15:48:30 GMT
He smirked as he slid out the door. Today had certainly been more interesting than he had planned and certainly far more productive.
He smiled at the thought that soon he would be out fighting as opposed to sitting around all day. And that would be the best thing to have happened to him in a while-no matter how many beautiful woman strolled through his door.
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Post by simoneflynn on Feb 28, 2008 16:38:48 GMT
Simone watched him leave and smiled to herself as she carried on doing more paperwork. She still didn't have him quite sussed yet, and while she was doing so, he would be a pain in the butt about it.
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