"America and Malaysia." He says but gives no further details which means her assumption is correct, the other place he's been was when he was in the army.
"I kind of thought that was the point of the game." He counters and waits to see if she will take a sip or not, smiling when she does.
"One time? That seems to imply there were other times."
Karen just nods her head, not pushing it when he gives a short answer on where he's traveled. She can put two and two together. She's never met anyone that was in the service that is keen to talk about the details of what happened.
She gives him a grin that almost looks more like a smirk. "You didn't specify how many times. That's all you get. But since we're going right in the deep end..." She trails off for a moment, looking thoughtful. She sounds a bit mischievous when she continues, "never have I ever gotten caught in flagrante delicto."
He lifts his brows at her, his smile growing wider. "If you're going to be pulling out the Latin, Miss Page, then I'm going to have to ask exactly what you mean by flagrante delicto."
She watches the way his brow arches, the way there's undeniably a challenge in that smile as he answers her. She can't help but laugh a little. "Well," she begins thoughtfully, taking a sip of her beer before she sets it down.
"If we're talking strictly Latin, the exact definition is 'in blazing offense.'" She lifts her hands, spreading them apart as if to illustrate the point. "Of course, legally speaking, it's a term that means someone has been caught in the act of committing a crime. It's often used in conjuncture with the phrase 'compare corpus delicti,' which refers to the essential facts of the crime that was committed."
Karen allows for just a momentary pause there. There's a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. "But if we're just talking slang, flagrante delicto means hooking up. But I think what you're trying to get me to say is 'never have I ever been caught fucking someone.'"
She arches a brow back at him, as if to say, how'd I do?
How'd she do? Considering he has a soft spot for highly intelligent women who challenge those around them it would be safe to say she is doing quite well and her sudden switch from definition to depravity makes him laugh.
"Oh is that what you meant?" He teases before he looks her in the eye and takes a drink, then another, and then another.
"Three times. Once at home, once in a car, and once in a pub."
Karen can't help but laugh herself, still meeting his eyes as he deliberately takes three separate sips of his drink. "Wow, Alfred. What's that saying? Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, but three is a pattern?" The grin lingers on her mouth as she teases him lightly.
Her chin rests on her hand as she leans in a bit, adding on, "I'm still not going to tell you how many times I danced on the pole, though."
"Oh, 100%," Karen agrees, evidently unabashed and even downright entertained by his teasing comment.
His follow up comment, on the other hand, earns a laugh as her cheeks pinken, which she can do nothing to hide. "It was mostly at college parties, so tips weren't really involved."
Karen feigns like she's going to reach for her glass...then pulls her hand back and gives her head a shake as she grins.
"I never actually went to college," she says with a grin. "Just got invited to the parties at the closest university. And crashed the ones I didn't get invited to."
She's pretty sure she'd be taking a sip if she had gone to college. She's reliably pretty skilled at getting in trouble.
Considering her options for a moment, she continues with, "never have I ever sent someone a dirty picture...with my face in it."
"I was going to major in English," Karen admits with a somewhat nostalgic look on her face. "My only other hobby other than getting in trouble was literature." Really, it's no wonder she eventually ended up in the journalism and investigation field. It's the exact center point of 'magnet for trouble' and 'really enjoys doing research.'
She can't help but smile a little as he pushes the glass away. "To be clear, no one should send those pictures unsolicited. That can be...harrowing." Her nose wrinkles in a way that makes it clear she has absolutely been on the receiving end of an unsolicited picture.
Even so, scars might not be the deterrent he thinks they are. That or it's just her aforementioned affinity for trouble.
He doesn't doubt that she's been on the receiving end of such photos, she's a beautiful woman and there are so many men out there that don't have the manners he does. He pulls his drink back, turning the glass a little as he thinks about his next go at the game.
Karen pauses for a moment to consider the question, then lets out a snort of laughter as she shrugs and takes a sip. "I'm going to have to drink for a lot of these, and in my defense, I was a real hellion until - oh, 24? 25? And I was really tired that night."
After thinking over her round, she decides on, "never have I ever hooked up with someone in a pool."
He chuckles and wags a finger at her when she tries to swiftly change the subject. "Hold up. I have a follow up questions. First, how did the person you were having sex with take you nodding off?"
He holds up a second finger, "And second, how old are you now?"
"Oh God," she groans, the sound trailing off into a laugh as she runs her hand over her face. "We were both really high?" she admits, looking well and truly embarrassed by it. Her younger self had a lot of ideas about how to best spend her time, and how to avoid thinking about everything that often went wrong. "I think he made a joke about it, so he wasn't mad. It did kind of ruin the mood, though."
His follow up question is met by an amused look. "How worried are you that I'm going to say '26'?" Because she can sympathize. She'd probably turn tail and run if someone were just months out of that much nonsense. "I'm 35. You?"
"What does 35 look like?" Karen asks, mirroring his arched brow as she asks, as if emphasizing the question. It's not the first time someone's expressed surprise at her age. She's pretty sure it's just down to using moisturizer and not spending a lot of time in direct sunlight.
"Well, I figured it was fair game since you asked first," she points out, a hint of warm humor in her voice.
"Oh, is that how that saying goes?" Karen asks, smiling a little as he gives her that quick once over. "How can I make it up to you?"
His theory about her dancing on the pole kept her in shape prompts another quick laugh, and she gives her head a shake. "I think it's actually a combination of uh, adrenaline and anxiety?" she suggests, in a way that sounds like she's making a joke that might have some truth behind it. Her life has been known to occasionally get...high octane.
He's happy to make her laugh again, it's a nice sound but when she admits to the actual reason behind her slim figure he tilts his head ever so slightly.
"Adrenaline I can understand but what are you anxious about?"
"I'll do my best," Karen answers, giving the answer as solemnly as she can despite the absurdity of the situation.
His question is met with a reassuring smile, and she reaches across the table to rest her hand on his arm. "Nothing right now, don't worry. It just goes hand in hand, I think, with the kind of investigation I do? Like I can't imagine doing anything else, but there's definitely still times I've thought I was in over my head."
He suspects it's a lot more than that but now is not the time to start talking about anxiety and fear, he'd rather have a pleasant date with her so he places a hand over hers and gives it a reassuring squeeze and then circles back to her question about the pool.
"There aren't too many people who have pools in London, but I once did it in a jacuzzi tub so should I take a half sip?"
The particulars of Karen's career tend to (correctly) alarm people when she gets into it. She's glad when he doesn't ask more, and instead returns the squeeze as he takes her hand. There's a slight smile at the corner of her mouth.
"I think you can be allowed a full sip for that. You shouldn't be penalized for lack of access."
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"I kind of thought that was the point of the game." He counters and waits to see if she will take a sip or not, smiling when she does.
"One time? That seems to imply there were other times."
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She gives him a grin that almost looks more like a smirk. "You didn't specify how many times. That's all you get. But since we're going right in the deep end..." She trails off for a moment, looking thoughtful. She sounds a bit mischievous when she continues, "never have I ever gotten caught in flagrante delicto."
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"If we're talking strictly Latin, the exact definition is 'in blazing offense.'" She lifts her hands, spreading them apart as if to illustrate the point. "Of course, legally speaking, it's a term that means someone has been caught in the act of committing a crime. It's often used in conjuncture with the phrase 'compare corpus delicti,' which refers to the essential facts of the crime that was committed."
Karen allows for just a momentary pause there. There's a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. "But if we're just talking slang, flagrante delicto means hooking up. But I think what you're trying to get me to say is 'never have I ever been caught fucking someone.'"
She arches a brow back at him, as if to say, how'd I do?
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"Oh is that what you meant?" He teases before he looks her in the eye and takes a drink, then another, and then another.
"Three times. Once at home, once in a car, and once in a pub."
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Her chin rests on her hand as she leans in a bit, adding on, "I'm still not going to tell you how many times I danced on the pole, though."
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"I'm willing to bet you danced enough times on it to make a decent tip."
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His follow up comment, on the other hand, earns a laugh as her cheeks pinken, which she can do nothing to hide. "It was mostly at college parties, so tips weren't really involved."
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Mainly because he didn't go to college.
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"I never actually went to college," she says with a grin. "Just got invited to the parties at the closest university. And crashed the ones I didn't get invited to."
She's pretty sure she'd be taking a sip if she had gone to college. She's reliably pretty skilled at getting in trouble.
Considering her options for a moment, she continues with, "never have I ever sent someone a dirty picture...with my face in it."
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He reaches for his glass but instead of moving it closer to himself he actually moves it away by an inch.
"I don't do that sort of thing, I've always found it a bit rude and you never know who could get a hold of them."
Plus there's not many people clambering for pictures of a man with war scars....
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She can't help but smile a little as he pushes the glass away. "To be clear, no one should send those pictures unsolicited. That can be...harrowing." Her nose wrinkles in a way that makes it clear she has absolutely been on the receiving end of an unsolicited picture.
Even so, scars might not be the deterrent he thinks they are. That or it's just her aforementioned affinity for trouble.
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"Never have I ever....fallen asleep during sex."
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After thinking over her round, she decides on, "never have I ever hooked up with someone in a pool."
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He holds up a second finger, "And second, how old are you now?"
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His follow up question is met by an amused look. "How worried are you that I'm going to say '26'?" Because she can sympathize. She'd probably turn tail and run if someone were just months out of that much nonsense. "I'm 35. You?"
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It's not 26 he's worried about, it's if she is younger than that, sometimes it's hard to tell and he hasn't always asked before hand.
"You don't look 35." He says and then lifts his eyebrows at her, "Which is partially why I was asking. And if you must know I'm 32."
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"Well, I figured it was fair game since you asked first," she points out, a hint of warm humor in her voice.
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"And to be honest I have no idea what 35 looks like, I just know you look younger than that. Must be all that dancing on the pole, kept you in shape."
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His theory about her dancing on the pole kept her in shape prompts another quick laugh, and she gives her head a shake. "I think it's actually a combination of uh, adrenaline and anxiety?" she suggests, in a way that sounds like she's making a joke that might have some truth behind it. Her life has been known to occasionally get...high octane.
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He's happy to make her laugh again, it's a nice sound but when she admits to the actual reason behind her slim figure he tilts his head ever so slightly.
"Adrenaline I can understand but what are you anxious about?"
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His question is met with a reassuring smile, and she reaches across the table to rest her hand on his arm. "Nothing right now, don't worry. It just goes hand in hand, I think, with the kind of investigation I do? Like I can't imagine doing anything else, but there's definitely still times I've thought I was in over my head."
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"There aren't too many people who have pools in London, but I once did it in a jacuzzi tub so should I take a half sip?"
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"I think you can be allowed a full sip for that. You shouldn't be penalized for lack of access."
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"Never have I ever done the splits."
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