May 05 15:26:28 107 PA - Venti'ing and Making Up

From Chronicles

Kingsdale - Kingsdale City Museum (Garden)

Already in the garden, Ash finds himself a bench to sit down upon and he pulls up his knees to wrap his arms around them. He rests his chin on his knees and stares off into the distance without really focussing on anyone or anything, apparently lost in his thoughts. He still has that very depressed countenance to him, shoulders still slumped, no real excitement or life in his wide dark eyes as if he was hollowed out at the moment. Some fun he is likely to be.

Nemain steps from the library door and into the gardens. A small pout playing over her lips as the guardeners she was hoping to find aren't here at all. Then shrugging she starts down the paths looking up at that glorious moon. Moon bathing anyone? Perhaps Nemmy is going to try it out as she has a towel tossed over one shoulder.

It is amazing what a half-gallon of hot coffee, a hotter shower, and a change of clothes can do wonders. A nap might have something to do with it, too, and Bridget is rather relaxed as she wanders in.

Wandering her way along, Isabeau lifts the bottle to take a drink of the liquid held within. A smile touches at the corners of her lips, and she tilts her head faintly to one side as she takes note of someone that she knows. Making her way to the bench where Ash sits, she settles next to him, bringing the bottle to rest in her lap. "Ash? What's wrong?" she asks softly, her tone gentle and near to a whisper in volume. There's a thread of concern to her tone, but such is perhaps expected.

Ash looks over towards Isabeau when she sits, though he has a somewhat blank expression on his face. "Just having real trouble dealing with the past today. Especially when it's the past of today that's getting to me." He says with a slight roll of his shoulders in a shrug. "Everytime I think I might find someone I might like to get close to, get to know better, open up to shit just goes bad. Everything goes to hell and I end up worse than when I started." He answers quietly before resting his chin on his knees once more.

Nemain hasn't spotted the pair on the bench yet as she slips off the path towards one of hte more open areas. A soft laugh escaping as she flips open the towel and lets it float to the ground. Followed by the sweats she had one coming in. Well, the sweats get balled up and used as a pillow as she settles down to sun/moon herself to a nice pasty shade.

Bridget doesn't seem to have a towel, but she does seem to have some of the same ideas as Nemain. "I can tell you must lay out here all the time," she teases her, "probably when it's raining." Not that she's a bronze statue, herself, which is obvious when her sweats come off. The simple black bikini doesn't make her skin look any darker, either, and she wasn't even fully prepared. Instead of a towel, she spreads out the sweats to lay on, after pulling a digital player out of one pocket.

Isabeau tilts her head slightly to one side, her brow furrowing a little bit. "The past can be a difficult burden to bear," she says softly, her tone gentle. Settling a little more comfortably there, she offers him the bottle, which is a dark red wine. "Sometimes, bad things happen. Is there anything I can help with?" she asks, raising an eyebrow slightly as she studies him.

Ash waves off the bottle, "No thanks... am all doped up on meds from my RMS kit." He murmurs without noticing the two sunbathers/moonbathers yet. Instead he just sort of stares off into the distance with his dark eyes a little to dilated from the meds he's taken. "Ran into a tree at a full sprint earlier." He absently reaches over to touch his left shoulder and upper arm with his right hand. "And I sprint fast..." He shrugs again. "Yeah, sometimes bad things happen... been that way for years. One long chain of bad thing after another."

Nemain chuckles softly as she coses her eyes and stretches. Soft pops and clicks sound around her as she pauses in her breathing. "Ohh, that hurt." is murmured. Then sh answers the question. "I come about once a week. Usually Sage tells me not ot kill the grass and stays to chat some."

The slender redheaded woman gives a small nod to his words. "Ah... well, that would be a good reason not to," she comments, then takes another drink from the bottle. She blinks a little as she listens to his words, then tilts her head to one side. "Were you hurt at all? How fast do you sprint, anyways?" Isabeau asks, curiosity light to her tone.

"Bruised and banged up." Ash says with a shrug, "I run at about 50-60 miles an hour if I push it..." He sighs, "Then to top it off, a woman I really like was there and saw me make a complete fool out of myself." He thumps his chin on his knees twice, pretty hard too enough to jar his teeth to click together lightly. "And what makes it worse, is the night before we were having a really good time, and then she bailed on me out of nowhere, no real reason either. Just, up and left." He sighs, "So today I'm a little bit miffed about that, more pissed off at myself for slipping and hitting the tree after my shoe fell apart... she offers to like, help, like I'm a child or something that can't take care of myself."

"Don't break anything..." Bridget gives a little laugh, but wonders if more than once a week might be unhealthy for Nemain, and not because of the UV. She stretches out, just not as strongly, then jacks her personal player into the nape of her neck with a little flip aside of pseudo-skin.

Nemain's eyes being closed keeps her form seeing the jack-in. "Sorry about the rice-crispies impression. Spend too much time hunched over a work bench, I fear. Feels good to just stretch out and relax. A small grin curving her lips as she settles in with one knee bent slightly up to help her balance. Unhealthy or not, it's not like she spends much time here, usually she's chased out after a little time anyway.

Isabeau blinks a little, and then she gives a small nod. "That's pretty fast, really," she says softly, her tone thoughtful in nature. Raising an eyebrow slightly, she ducks her chin a little. "Women offer to help because they care. It's not that we see the people we're helping as children... we just want to help," she says softly, tilting her head a little to one side, studying him for a long moment.

"She's a warrior Isabeau, a mercenary. I'm not so sure she see's things in exactly the same way you do." Ash says to the redhead with a bit of a shrug. "Anyways, it's the past... can't change it..." He sighs and straightens a little stiffly as he leans back into the bench he sits on. "Just pisses me off you know? The last thing I wanted her to think was that I can't take care of myself. I've been living on my own for years, ever since my parents died when I was eleven. I grew up on the streets of the Dregs, weakness is like blood in the water... sharks come from miles away to feast."

Bridget may be enjoying her tunes, but she's not completely tuned out to Nemain. That's the nice thing about volume control with a facial twitch. Until you sneeze, anyway. "You need to get out more, or at least have someone knead and stretch you for you. Should at that to your weekly schedule." A grin is turned Nemain's way, even if her eyes are closed. "I'd be happy to be -in- a little more. Seems like I'm always running somewhere or the other." She knows that others are around, but hasn't appeared to pay any mind to who they are or what they're doing.

Nemain finally opens her eyes to look over at Bri and smirks as she spots that she's jacked in. "Ahh.. implants. Can't get them until I can figure out a way to link them into my magics." Her brows knitting as she asks, "Do you hear anyone else here? The place is seldom this quiet anyway." That said she sits up on her elbows to scan the gardens of others. Not like it would be the first time she's spotted someone in the bushes entertaining themselves.

"Oh... well, I suppose that would change things a little. But still, accidents happen... unexpected things happen," Isabeau says softly, her tone holding a thoughtful cast to it. "Indeed... the past is unchangeable, as you say. But, you could always ask her to go hunting with you or something?" she offers, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Growing up on the streets is hard, or that's what I've heard. But I think you're safe enough from sharks... at least, this far inland," she comments, attempting to lend some kind of humour to the situation.

Ash chuckles softly, "If only it were real sharks I was worried about, the intelligent predators in the Dregs are worse." He shrugs a little and winces with the motion, apparently his meds must be wearing off as he seems a bit more lucid and alert. He's certainly not off with Isabeau in the bushes or anything, the pair seated on a bench on the pathway some ways into the garden. "Still, I don't know how to fix it, I'm -real- good at making things worse though. Happens every single time. Say or do something totally wrong." He frowns with a sigh.

"I can hear you fine," Bridget assures Nem with a smile directed up to the atrium glass, and a more quiet voice, "and the tough guy, talking to another woman. Don't think anyone is peeping or pulling.... sorry?"

Nemain chuckles softly, "Probably a good thing. Still a bit horrified about the last time I spotted someone peeking and pulling, so to speak. Probably would never have known he was there except for his grunting. Then his screaming after I'd kicked him in the jolly rogers."

Isabeau offers a little smile, and then she gives a small nod. "Aye, if only. I suppose they are, at that, though I do my humble best to avoid them and not give them reason to pay me much mind," she comments, her tone thoughtful in nature. "A burned bridge can always be rebuilt," she offers, raising an eyebrow slightly as she studies him.

"Think I was the one who told you that." Ash says with a small wry smile, "The problem is that it takes people working from both sides. Can't be forced." He shrugs and then stands up forcing his arm to stretch and stretch way back, the joints going backwards in double jointed fashion but not just shoulder or elbow, but all of them as he twists and stretches the arm out ignoring the twinges. "Shit happens." He then says, "I'll be right back." And zoom. He's off and running out of the garden at speed. Apparently running into a tree didn't really slow him down...

Bridget can't help it and has to laugh. "So you left him black and blue, both? I don't know... that's almost flattering. Not exactly poetry or flowers, but you know you made an good impression. Then you just made a deeper one." Her lingering chuckle is shortened at the end, in the breeze from Ash's passing wake.

Nemain hmms softly as she watches the streak tear past. "At the time I had only the wish for a pair of combats. And I really didn't have the heart to tell the gardeners about him." Her nose wrinkling at the memory. "Flattering to have someone jerking it as the oggle you? Sorry, no."

Isabeau chuckles softly, and then she gives a small nod. "You were, but there's no reason I can't turn the words back to you, now is there?" she comments, her eyes showing a sparkle to them. "It doesn't always take people on both sides working towards the building. It can be done from one side. Takes more work, but it can be done," she comments. Yet then he says he'll be right back, and so she gives a small nod and blinks a little when he runs off. Wow. Fast.

"I said 'almost'." Bridget lifts a forearm to lay it over her closed eyes, now annoyed enough by the light. "Maybe it's just me, but knowing someone -wants- to do that sounds alright. Actually letting it all hang out?" She thinks on that a moment. "Yeah... Ok, you're right, and I'll go with 'no thank you.'"

Nemain chuckles softly as she shakes her head and lays back down. "It was a touch unsettling to tell you the truth. Reminded me of a few things I found before moving back this way. Bloody Unc had bugged my shower with a viewing crystal."

Bridget just got her arm settled, and now she lifts it, and her head, to give Nemain a firm look. "You really should introduce me to him, sometime..." she props herself up on both elbows, "or maybe not, since you wanted to keep some family around. I might slip if I tried to shake his hand, break a nose instead. Then I'd have to try and shake his hand again..."

And zoom. Ash is back. This time he comes bearing gifts. Apparently he knew exactly where Bridget and Nemain were since he drops off a package with a note on top that says: 'To: The Goddess and the Princess From: Tough Guy' Along with the package are two ultra large cups of vanilla coffee with sipping lids. Ash was there only for a moment, then he was off again once the package and the drinks were placed and he's back at his bench, which seems to be like he'll be sitting alone at his bench shortly perhaps. "Sorry, had to get that done." He offers to the redhead with a wry smile.

Nemain blinks at the delivery service, then eyes the cup. "I think someone likes you, Bridget. We just got dive bombed by the caffieene fairy."

Bridget's annoyance at familial relations is brushed away by another sudden breeze, and she turns to look at the delivery. Sitting all the way up to get a good view, she has to grin. "Not just me, it looks like. I don't think both cups are for me," she opens the package enough to peek, "or all of that. Now, if the friendly fairy could show up again, we could thank him..."

"I think he's going to stay over here just to be safe in case the pie comes flying for his face." Ash says, easily overhearing the other two from where he sits, especially now that Isabeau has left and he's all alone. He does reach up to rub his left shoulder though, and he does so tenderly.

Nemain laughs, "That would be chocolate abuse, and thus one of the twelve deadliest sins. I think you should come help us eat that monster pie though as if I ate that much sugar, I'd be bouncing off the walls for a week."

"Maybe he wants us bouncing?" Bridget looks towards the suspiciously noisy spot in the garden, with a grin. "There's all the coffee, too." She takes one of the cups and a sip from it in good faith, "No pies or delivery boys will be harmed."

Ash must decide it's worth risking, or thinks he can outrun flying coffee or pies if need be because he gets up and walks around the slight bend to approach the two women. "I looked for a cactus, but couldn't find one and didn't feel like running to mexico and get eaten by a vampire." He says to Nemain, for whatever reason perhaps not willing to talk to Bridget yet.

Nemain hmms softly as she crosses her arms, ignoring that it lifts what little she has for a better view. "A cactus? Think it's safer not to deliver cacti to us. But, please.. I can't eat that much and not get sick. So you'll have to help us fair damsels in undress... erm.. distress, yes."

Bridget watches Ash, even if he's not speaking in her direction just yet. There's one more sip of coffee, and she sets the cup back. "Thank you for all this, Ash... but I think I'd like the talking part, too. Now that no one's soaked in the rain, or cranky, or embarassed, or in pain... as much?..." There's a question there, and maybe she was tempted to add more, but doesn't.

"This morning." Ash says to Nemain, "You told me to go fuck a cactus." He shrugs a bit and smiles wryly, "None were available or I would have tried." It's hard to tell if he's being serious or not though as he continues to approach but he doesn't have a bikini to get into, and it would look funny if he did after all. Instead he moves to sit down on the grass and folds his legs under him to sit 'indian' style with an easy flex of hips, knee's, and ankles. He looks over towards Bridget, "I don't often say this... but... I'm sorry about this morning... it was stupid of me... just didn't want to be the only one hurting... and not just physically I guess." He sighs, "Misery loves company."

Nemain's lips quirk a bit at that. "I think I could name perhaps one person willing to hep you pul out the spines if you did." A grin starting to show through as she cants her head and offers a fork over to the gent. "Get over here, you dolt. We don't bite...... too hard."

"I'm sorry about last night." She's not smiling about that, but Bridget isn't scowling, either. They can agree on sighs, look at that! "It had nothing to do with you, and I didn't -want- to leave. I was hoping I could tell you that when I saw you again, but..." Well, they all know how that went. Nemain is getting good at bring Bridget's grin back, and she does it again. She waves Ash over. "Already had the misery, how about the company?" Just because they can chat across a room doesn't mean they should.

Considering he's already sitting there in the grass next to the pair Ash is apparently willing to become company, "Well you never know." He says to Nemain, "I might be so inadequately endowed I could miss the spines." He says with some amusement before he reaches out to take a fork and then looks at Bridget, "Tell you what... this morning... we forget it happened? And forget you had to take off last night? Make us even?" He offers a truce trying to keep the good but ditch the momentary bad.

Nemain continues to hold out the fork. "I doubt you're that inadiquately endowed. Not with how you two were moving last night. I had to leave to get a cold shower. Sheesh! Suprised hte fire system didn't go off."

Bridget manages to not break out into a laugh at Nemain, at least long enough to accept Ash's offer. "Deal." She holds out a hand to him to seal it, then laughs. This time, though, Nem might not be able to take -all- the credit for it.

Ash makes sure he has hold of the fork this time as he takes it from Nemain and he raises an eyebrow, "Don't blame us... I've tried to get you to dance with me more than once Nemain." He notes with a smile then he reaches to shake Bridget's hand to seal their little 'forget the bad' pact and move on to the future. Still though he can't -help- but take a gander at the pair of you both since you're dressed all in skimpy bikini's and whatnot and there is even a faint tinge of bluish blush to his cheeks briefly before he clears his throat, "So... who's your favorite murderthon player?" He asks, trying to lamely take the conversation away from cold showers and fire alarms.

Nemain chuckles softly, "And I told you what happened the last time I was on the dance floor there. Well, other than when the cowpoke drug me out there. But I was standing on his feet most the dance." Her nose wrikling as she shrugs. "It was a mess. Think I broke two legs and gouged an eye out."

Handshakes aren't really fire alarm material, and maybe not always enough to clinch a contract? Or maybe Bridget just isn't a big sports fan. "Thanks," Her use of Ash's hand seems to be to tug him forward, so she can plant a nice firm kiss on him... and then it's done. Maybe it was a little extra in advance, because her smile falls for an instant, "but I can't promise last night won't happen again."

He probably could have resist the tug, but for whatever reason he doesn't. It's clear that maybe Ash was expecting to get slapped and not kissed though as his eyes widen at first but he absently reaches up with his other hand to move to try and brush his fingertips along Bridget's hair down behind her ear in a soft touch but the kiss, like all good surprising things, doesn't seem to last right when he was about to start returning it. Flustered a bit Ash's cheeks darken again and he pulls his hand down from her hair to lean back, "Right..." He says somewhat lamely, not sure of where to look at or what to do now.

Nemain chukcles softly at that. "Mmm.. That looked friendly at least." She makes sure that Bri has the other fork. Then uses the knife to get a sample herself of the pie. "When cna I sign up for one of those?"

Bridget isn't running away at the moment, though, and neither is Ash. So she hopes, anyway, after her little impromptu impulsiveness. Her cheeks pink in proof that she is not immune to blushing, which makes it a perfect time to take Nemain up on her offer of fork. "I don't know... how full is the schedule, Ash?" She uses her new pie-slaying weapon to steal a bite off pie before looking to him.

Wide dark eyes blink, "What?" He asks, turning his attention back to the here and now after spacing it a bit after that kiss. "I think she meant you Bridget, she's had plenty of opportunities to ask me for a kiss." He says with a wry smile and a shrug of his shoulders before he uses his fork to get a piece of the chocolate creme pie and takes a bite to further hide the fact that he's blushing that pale blue again. After the bite of pie he manages to murmur, "Don't have anything scheduled for a while thought..."

Nemain nibbles her way through a couple more bites as she listens to you both. Then waggels her brows at Bridget. "I was thinking fomr both of you, but beggers can't be choosers."

"Oh... I thought we might have something penciled in." Bridget points her fork at Ash, then dips into the pie again before someone else eats it all whiletrying to help everyone else not have to eat it all. After cleaning the bite off the fork, she shrugs her shoulders and grins to Nemain. "I guess I'm free. Well, maybe not free... He -did- bring coffee and pie."

Nemain tsks softly, "And who drank all my coffee earlier." She glances to Ash and winks, "It is true though, he did bring more than I did." The second cup still untouched at the moment. She rises up on her knees and leans over to brush a light liss to Ash's cheek. "Thank you."

Ash looks a little surprised at the change in attitude from Nemain, compared to how she normally is this is like getting smacked directly in the brain by a lemon wrapped around a gold brick. At least that's the level of surprised expression that touches his face. He looks a little stunned, looking towards Bridget to see her reaction, after all this could be one of those tests women like to do on men and most likely he surely doesn't want to fail it. "I find it hard to believe that you'd have to beg anyone for a kiss Nemain." He says softly, talk about information overload and about the least thing he was expecting in response to his peace offering... When things go all wierd again the Quick-Flex just goes silent, reaching up to rub his cheek. "I am so lost..." He says softly to himself.

Bridget can't help it, and grins that much wider. "I know, I owe you an extra-huge mug for it." She also can't help but join in the responses and leans in to add her own kiss to a check in the middle of the overload. It just happens to be Nemain's. "That's for some of everything else I owe you." Her grin softens to a smile, and then she prods a finger at the not-so-quick flexer. "Ash? Did we break him?"

Nemain mmms softly as she gets a smooch as well. She's not even complaining that it was on the cheek. A grin showing as she glances betwene Ash and Bri. "Perhaps he has shorted out. I do know that some races have a rue electrical nervous system inplace of the chemo-electric that humans do."

"I'm just... " Ash gestures after he's poked, though the watching of Bridget kissing Nemain on the cheek doesn't seem to phase him one way or the other as he shows no real reaction to it. Maybe he's just stunned. "I don't know what the hell is going on." He admits as he looks back and forth between the two bikini clad women, "All I know is I don't want to fuck things up again and I know if I think about it, or try to do -anything- I will... and I really don't want to." He frowns at Nemain, though the expression for him is more akin to wrinkling his nose, "I'm not shorted out... and if anything my nervous system works better than any humans thank you very much."

"You don't want to do anything? Or think about doing anything?" Her wispy brow quirks as Bridget tries to translate that. She's genuinely curious. That or genuinely coy, since his frown causes her to vent some of that with a laugh. "I don't think you're actually broken, Ash."

Nemain hmms softly as she eyes Ash at that. "If I were you and just got kissed full on hte lips from one gorgeous woman. Then got kissed on the cheek from another. I'd be thinking about doing something or someone personally. But..." She trails off and gets some more pie, trying not to have it drop off the knife and down into her cleavage either.

"If I try to think about what to do... I'll screw it up." Ash says simply and honestly, "This," He gestures around, indicating the both of them, "Doesn't happen to me. It's got me out of my element." He then looks at Nemain and says honestly, "What I want to do is irrelevant. If I act only on my wants, then I'll likely end up pissing one or both of you off. Or insult one or both of you. It's like that old movie... the Kobayashi Maru test or something." He sighs and reaches to take another bite of the pie he brought, giving himself time to think perhaps before he continues after chewing and swallowing. "If I say I want you both, then I could end up upsetting either or both of you. If I say I want Bridget, then I risk upsetting you Nemain." He then shakes his head, "If I say I want Nemain, then I risk upsetting you Bridget..." He shrugs, "And, I have no real idea how you two feel about each other... so it feels like a no win scenario."

Bridget already settled a little more towards the ground after her laugh, both figuratively and by sitting down from her kneel. Now that the attention is back to pie and talk, she dips in for a bite of one before starting the other with a shrug. "You could do nothing, but that might not work, either. I know I've had plenty of nothing, and I think she has, too." She watches Nemain and hopes the other woman doesn't jab herself with the knife trying to save a little mess.

It's a plastic knife anyway. Nemain manages to balance the bit to her lips. then slowly licks it off the knife as she mulls over the words. "You wouldn't offend me in the least, Ash. I kissed your cheek in thanks for the treats you brought us. I'm not the one who was teasing your lips with the tenderest flick of the tongue. So feel free."

Ash rakes a hand through his spikey hair and then asks nobody in particular, "How the hell did I end up in -this- situation?" It's a soft question to himself more than either of the two women. "Well, I know what I want... because, well, I'm male, and you're both beautiful in very unique and different ways to me." He admits with a shrug, "And I like you both a lot... I'd hate to see either of you left all alone. So if I had to choose, I'd choose taking this party elsewhere and work out the particulars when we got there to everyone's satisfaction." He tilts his head to the side, "I think that way everyone could come away happy." He then mutters, "Cuz I've had my fill of nothing too."

"It's your fault, you know." Bridget didn't quite exhaust all of her supply of tease for Ash, and points her fork to the box intended for them both, then the two cups. "But you are good at apologies, and at being so... diplomatic." She winks to him, then lifts up the other brow to Nemain in question.

Nemain chuckles softly as she catches the arches brows. "It's true. But sadly I fear I should excuse myself as I should be back to work. Perhaps a rain check for that three-some." A wicked grin showing as she rises. "You two don't do anything I wouldn't do." she states gently as she rises and gathers up her things.

"Only if you know we're going to cash in on that rain check sometime Nemain." Ash says with a small smile, "I have a feeling Bridget might want you even more than I do." He says playfully, "And I have a feeling you might want her more than you do me anyways." He says good naturedly with a wicked grin before he looks back towards Bridget and raises an eyebrow before he stands up and then walks over towards Nemain to close the distance. He reaches out to cup her face if she lets him and leans down to give her a soft tender kiss on the lips, assuming he doesn't suddenly fall over from being kneed in the groin or some such. "I'm sure other opportunities abound."

Bridget's brows go up farther, now in surprise, when Nemain stands up and drops the work card. Then again, she understands that entirely too well. By the time she thinks of something to say to either of them, Ash is already on his way over. For the moment, all she does is rise up to her feet, now that everyone else has.

Nemain doesn't do anything to injure him, thinking it would be very, very cruel to set them up, then leave him not able to follow through. She does respond tenderly, almost as if she hasn't bene kissed in quite a while. Then after a few moments, lightly pulls away and winks. "You taste like chocolate. But then again I probably do too."

Ash grins, "I didn't notice... all I tasted was you." He says with a wink back to the woman and then he looks over towards Bridget when she rises, looking at her curiously as if checking to see if she wants to continue on without Nemain. His expression shows that he wouldn't blame her if she did, almost like he expects it.

Judging by her expression as she watches the two, Bridget isn't upset, if that was a worry. Curious, interested, and a little unsure, but not upset. She steps towards, looking to Ash with a smile, but mostly in passing as her attention turns to Nemain. "He's good, isn't he?" Could be the smooth words, the kiss, or even about the pie. "I'll have trouble topping that."

Nemain offers a small grin to that as she rises on her tippy-toes and cups Bri's cheeks, drawing her face down that extra little bit. Then tenderly, almost chastely brushes a kiss to those lips. She keeps it ever so brief as perhaps she's run into issues before from other girls if/when she kissed them.

Ash smiles as he watches the two kiss but he looks away after a moment at the tenderness of it, as if he were giving the two some privacy and he chuckles, "Maybe you two should work things out before I get involved one way or the other." He doesn't sound upset though, but neither is he a leering guy who can't seem to get enough of two women kissing or remotely coming close to making out.

Bridget doesn't back away, and since she's not the proactive one, this time, she doesn't have to worry about hesitating, either. Brief and almost chaste is a combination that fits nicely. No startle, no chase after, but not anything unhappy, either. Not quite sure what to say after that, and just licks her lips lightly when Nemain drops back from her toes. Then she smiles. "You do taste like chocolate." A moment later, she adds, "Don't stay in the shop forever. I told you you need to get out more."

Nemain chuckles softly as she bends to retrieve the towel and her sweats. She tosses both over her shoulder and waves as she heads into the museum. Stop traffic? Who her? Well, maybe just a little bit. It is a bit of a walk back to her apartment after all.

After Nemain leaves Ash looks over towards Bridget, "So..." He asks as he turns to face her and moves to slip an arm around her waist before he moves to try and pull her in against him, maybe allowing a little bit of his immense strength show for a moment, "What about you, you going to run away now before you get to back up your words with actions?" He asks playfully, "Or was it Nemain the one you really wanted." He reaches up with his other hand to lightly cup her face before he draws her down towards him those few inches so he can give her a kiss now, apparently not wanting an answer until he's gotten another kiss from the woman.

"I wasn't go..." That's all Bridget gets out before getting distracted, and muffled. It's hard to answer his questions when he does that. Not that she seems to be complaining. After two brief, little things, she's expecting a little more the third time around, and wraps an arm around him to make sure of it. Any cautious or tentative parts were already taken care of, too. That just leaves a nice, long kiss...

Somewhere after nice, and well short of long enough, she tenses, and her arm around him tightens. A moment later, she relaxes, and falls right back into where she left off, hoping it won't be too obvious. Bridget might have gotten away with it, if it weren't for a second twitch, as if an extremely loud and obnoxious gnat were flying in her ear. This time, Ash gets a curse mumbled into his lips. Finally pulling back from him, she repeats it a few more times, in case he didn't hear it before.

And it was going so well too... He enjoys the kiss as long as he can until she is forced to pull away so she can evince that curse, just when he was beginning to savor the taste of her mouth against his own and her lips pressed to his, let alone the rather nice aspect of her body pressing in against his as well. When the kiss well and truly breaks however he murmurs, "You have got to learn to shut that off before inviting me home with you." He says playfully, reaching up to caress her cheek tenderly and then he gives her another kiss though this one is softer and more tender before without a word he reaches down, gives her rear a light squeeze tease and he pulls away to start walking for the door, not making her have to say anything since he already knows what it is.