Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

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“Are you sure you’re not drunk enough already?” She considered taking the flirtations a step further by trailing a finger down his chest, but resolved to wait.

"Mm, my love!" He laughed. "Ayyye, my tolerance is astronomical." he pat her shoulder teasingly.

It seemed his favorite color was fern green and gold.

She touched a picture frame nearest her, observing it while she waited.

A painting of a blonde woman in a red floral dress.

Jane's eyes took in every detail. What was taking him so long?

"So," John spoke, "What do you want to eat, my dear?"

She jumped. "Oh, my sir! You scared me! I would appreciate anything."

(If you can, you should join my dancer rp…)

He laughed, and rubbed Jane's shoulder. "My bad, sweetheart."

(Whats it about?)

She smiled up at him, wanting to be enveloped in his arms again but not wanting to push him into it.

(https://www.notebook.ai/forum/limited/may-i-have-this-dance-o-o-open)

He rubbed the edges of her shoulders, gazing down at Jane with a pure form of trust.

"My sir, I do believe that you owe me a kiss."

"From what?" John cooed.

"You said that we could kiss once we were clothed. And here we are."

"Mm, yes, I did.." He sighed softly. John plucked a hair of hers off the sleeve of her dress.

"Mm, my love!" He laughed. "Ayyye, my tolerance is astronomical." he pat her shoulder teasingly.

“My love?” She smirked, catching the hand on her shoulder in her own and holding it out in front of her. “You’re forward, aren’t you?”

"Especially when I'm drunk," Cruz smiled.

April let go of his hand, draining the last of her drink. A buzz coursed through her, widening the grin on her face. “I can tell.”

"Tell me, what's your name?" Cruz asked loopily.

She set the empty glass down on the table. “April.”

"April.." He echoed admiringly. "Lovely.."

She chuckled, running a finger over the bridge of her nose. “Thank you.”

"Mm, yes, I did.." He sighed softly. John plucked a hair of hers off the sleeve of her dress.

She tried to hide her worry. Did he not want to kiss her anymore? Had she messed up? "Is there something wrong, my sir?"

Cruz's smirk broadened. "What have you… Any engagements for this evening's schedule?" He asked her.

"Mm…" He touched her cheek. "Even after our dalliance I am afraid…" His eyes flickered from her mouth back to her eyes. "That I may become dangerously enchanted by the lips of an angel," John spoke very smoothly.

( Major general John Andre is in the show TURN and he is so. H o t

"My sir, I am no angel," she whispered. "I am just a simple girl."

"Are you telling me my taste is simple?" André teased back at her.

Cruz's smirk broadened. "What have you… Any engagements for this evening's schedule?" He asked her.

She shook her head with a toss of her hair, eyes sparkling in the dim light. “And you?”

"My evening is free as the pen of Jefferson himself," he replied smoothly, supporting himself on the peg of a nearby chair.

"Are you telling me my taste is simple?" André teased back at her.

She smirked. "Based on your room designing skills, I'd say not."

He pressed a kiss to her nose, "And by your grace, ita evidently so.." He moved on to her lips.