Thread: Bright Young Thing ::: {Prince of Smut & Ariamella}

RE Bright Young Thing Prince Ariamella Both the accent and the touch of Brian's lips on her hand was charming, and Scarlett let out a girly giggle that was was definitely part of the show but not forced in the slightest. The icy blue of her eyes melted as a polite smile glowed upon her face, flickering with a mix of humor and flirtatiousness. It was something she couldn't help, especially because the guest tonight wasn't some old fart who was there to talk about justice system, and he immediately piqued her interest. What was more interesting was that he showed no knowledge of ever having seen her before, but she didn't know if that was due to the fact that he chose not to mention it or if he actually couldn't recall her face. But Brian seemed to be a nice guy, even if his joke made her roll her eyes. It was painfully obvious to her that he had attempted to impress her father, and she had been so tempted to lean in and tell him that it would have been much easier for all parties involved if he just got on his knees and bowed down. But no, she had held that tongue of hers and waited for the introductory phase to pass. On the other hand, Philip beamed at Brian's sense of humor that elicited another chuckle. Did you hear that, Scarlett? He's got wit in that brilliant head of his as well! Brian, I'm surprised you haven't picked up a lady during your time in Boston. With a wave of his hand, he ushered his guest and daughter into the formal dining room. Like the rest of the house, the decor of the room was almost embarrassingly ostentatious with a high ceiling, walls that were painted an off-white beige, crown molding and a glass cabinet that held an aray of fine chinaware. Two large windows accented with rose-gold curtains provided an excellent view of the well-kept lawn in the back as well as the garden further out. Philip walked to the head of the large wooden dining table that stood in the center of the room. And yes, Scarlett will be joining us. She loves meeting my colleagues, don't you darling? Oh, yes! She nodded her head with enough force to make it seem genuine but not overly enthusiastic. These dinners are always so... enlightening. Plenty of intelligent conversation, plus it's nice to get away from gossip every now and again. The last statement was only partially true, and if one listened closely it would have been clear she was lying, but her father seemed not to notice and patted her shoulder. She's growing up to be quite the woman. Anyway, please take a seat! He gestured for Brian to take a seat on his left while Scarlett took a seat on his right. She waved away the butler who pulled out a heavy wooden chair, plopping herself gently on the red satin chair cushion, locking eyes with the blue pair across from her and wondering if he would eventually realize this was just a game for her. The kitchen staff soon came with three bowls of lobster bisque, setting them down in front of each person before quietly exiting, leaving them in a comfortable silence. Philip spooned a few mouthfuls of the creamy soup before continuing with the light dinner talk. So how was that raid last night, Brian? All went well, I hope. Your career is very impressive, and your work here is a much needed change from the former police work going on in the streets. Young man, you're giving Chicago something to talk about! But enough about work, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself and Boston? What made you take an interest in law enforcement? I hear it's very lively in the northeast, Scarlett interjected, a smirk of sorts playing on her pink lips, conflicting with the innocence displayed in her eyes.