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Mitchell Van Gerwen
Porter Residence
Porter Residence
Mitch takes a slow steady sip of his beer as she talks, nodding as she talks and making sure to give her his full attention. Well this seemed to be going well, she was funny, good looking, held a good conversation. Most of the time you’d be lucky to find someone able to tick 2 of those categories, but all 3... and she hadn’t brushed him off yet, hey enjoy this as long as it lasts. He smirked at her dancing comment, he didn’t believe that for a second.
“And this is the point where you tell me you're from a family of professional dancers, being the worst of which still places you in the top 5 in this room? I go for more of what I lack in skill I try to make up for with raw enthusiasm. I’ve heard it can look quite spectacularly dangerous,”
Which was more often than not why Mitch gravitated to the bar, easier to look sophisticated with a scotch in his hand than flailing about on the dancefloor. He couldn’t help but chuckle at her comment about the Stones.
“Ah we're not all 50 years old and stuck listening to music made over 30 years ago. Well admittedly most of us are, but every so often a slightly rogue figure like myself slips through the net, no stick up the arse, vague understanding of popular culture... an absolute rarity it turns out,”
He nods along politely as she speaks, placing his hand underneath his chin, his index finger extended and rhythmically tapping against it.
“Ah parents, always trying their best but still somehow manage to invariably screw things up,”
He pauses for a moment, the tips of his ears reddening slightly. Shit that didn’t just across as him criticising her parents did it!? He clears his throat.
“... personal experience of course, I’m sure you’re folks are lovely. I mean in a way it’s lucky you didn’t, Yale man myself, if my old Dean knew I was talking to a Harvard woman he'd be chasing me around the garden with his stick,”
He smiled at her, the giggle that escaped her lips putting him at ease. He hadn’t been this relaxed talking to a woman in years. I mean the only real extended regular female contact he had was either with Bailey, who was more of a younger sister, and Jenny his secretary, and she had turned into something of a maternal figure... so in other words any flirting was far far from his mind. Was this flirting though, hell he was having fun, he was relaxed, and he hadn’t even used any clichés. He raises his own bottle of beer, taking a large sip, her giggle broadening his own relaxed grin and a light chuckle escaping his own lips.
“They do say free booze is the best booze. I mean this is one of the greatest beers I’ve had, and I reckon that’s t reason why,”
He leans back slightly on the barstool, his arm resting against the bar top.
“Don’t you worry, my entire existence is based around the asking and answering of questions, these are far easier. From right here in New York, grew up just off Manhattan, according to the old man the Van Gerwens have been here since he first Dutch settlers, always used to harp on about that, absolutely ruin whatever social moment he was engaged in. But now I’m Manhattan proper, seventy five percent of my work is done on the Island, and hell there’s so much more to do. Apartment on the Upper Eastside, just me and Rex, I mean he's not the best housemate, loves hairs everywhere, getting a bit grumpy in his old age, and he hasn’t paid his half of the bills yet, but hey wouldn’t trade him for the world. Yourself, New Yorker born and raised or come from further afield?”
He glances up from her as the tinkling of piano keys stirs into life over the sound of the party. A very familiar opening notes to a song as a rendition of Paint it Black begins, only by the Boss' niece of all people. And hey she wasn't half bad either, he always had a thing for the piano. Admittedly it was first due to the ruthless lessons thrust apon him by his parents with a sour old German instructor, but after about a year of begruding cooperation he actually began to enjoy the ebony and ivory.
"Hey she's not too bad, better than a generic couple of songs in the background. Could always show off your terrible dancing now,"
He flashes her a teasing wink.
(Interaction: Bellz Roxie)
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