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[And if she continues to go do things with him, he'll probably introduce her to more and more of them. He grins when she takes a swig. He knows it's probably not like anything in her world but he can't even hope to replicate that so he's just going to have to try and ease her into his.]

Thought you'd like it. Just don't drink it too fast. [Getting her drunk isn't his objective. He just wants her to loosen up a little, relax and have fun. Especially after the stress they both seemed to have with her changing in front of him.]

[ Tessa is unlikely to assimilate to his world, but she is naturally curious and not judgmental, so she enjoys finding out more about it. And if that means drinking alcohol from a bottle, it seems like a small price to pay. ]

Why not? [ She won't, but she wants to know why. ]

You'll end up sick as a dog and drunk as a skunk then I'll have to carry you home and somebody's gonna think I got you drunk to take advantage of you.

[Because that's the kind of rep Tim has despite the fact that it's really not true. He's a slut. Not a jackass.]

Most everybody in my world would already think you are taking advantage of me now. [ Pointed out dryly. Tessa knows the same doesn't hold true for his world or the City, but in her world, the time they spent together without a chaperone, not to mention the kiss in the library-- yes, Tessa has been thoroughly compromised. Of course, Will had already taken care of that with her first kiss and the proposition. ]

But I would not enjoy being sick and drunk very much, I should think.

Now that's not fair. I get everybody lookin' down on me without any of the fun.

[Tim grins at her and takes a sip of his beer.]

Just sip it. You'll be fine. [She might have a bit of a headache in the morning but he'll try to make sure she drinks enough water before she goes to sleep.]

You are quite fortunate, then, that this is not my world and most people share a view on this rather more like that of your world.

[ She finds herself smiling in response to his grin, almost surprised by how much she enjoys his presence and how easy it comes, in a way. Even with the kiss in the library and the fact that she just Changed in front of him, being around him is easier than being around Will has ever been. ]

Nah, I'm only lucky if you don't mind me takin' advantage of you. Or y'know your sorta takin' advantage.

[It could be because Tim is really super laid back. It could also be because his life hasn't ever been the most stable. Or, most likely, it's because he's killed a good number of his brain cells through alcohol and concussions. He just doesn't have the brain power to be uptight.]

According to society's expectations, I should mind. [ She pauses briefly, before continuing. ] Since I've travelled to London, though, I have learnt that I am hardly fit for society. [ Will had made that clear. Downworlders were good enough to take as a mistress, not good enough to marry. Not really part of human society anymore. ]

And I have seen things rather much worse than this, so I do not mind.

You seem pretty uppity society to me. More than any of the Dillon cougars that think they're hot shit.

I am not human, which makes me unfit for society in the eyes of those that know about the preternatural world, and I am poor, which makes me unfit in the eyes of everyone else. [ Her aunt had always managed well with the money she'd had, but Nate's gambling had certainly not helped. ]

Why would they let a cougar into society? [ She has no idea it means anything other than the feline. ]

[He rakes his hand through his hair and shakes his head a little. He's not sure how he feels about the whole not human part. It's sort of canceled out by the fact that he likes her.] So everybody in your world is sorta stuck up like the Garrity's. Money makes you a better person. That's bullshit.

[he chuckles] Ain't that kind of cougar. It's a name for an older woman like in her 30's and 40's that likes to sleep with younger guys.

I prefer this world to my own. [ Even with the curses, Tessa still prefers the City, if only because people seem so much more accepting here. She feels more at home in the City these days than age ever did in London. ]

I still miss home but it's good you like this place. [He drains his beer, shoves the bottle in a bag and stands up, holding out his hand.] Come on Princess. We've got golf balls to hit. You can just hold onto the wine.

I've not been home in a while, and I don't miss England. [ Jem, perhaps, and Charlotte, those people who've been kind to her. But she's already seen Jem once here in the City, and she's found people here who care for her as well. ] And I think I am safer here, for now. [ For as long as Mortmain isn't here. ]

I am hardly a princess. [ But she does take his hand after a moment's hesitation. ]

'Cause of the whole changin' thing? [He's working on accepting it slowly.]

Yeah, well in my world you look and act like one. [So the name is going to stick.]

In my world there are people who want to-- use what I can do and do not mind killing to get to me.

Assholes. [Pretty much what Tim has to say about that. he sets up another golfball. Seems to be a good time and hands over one of the irons.]

Alright, smack it hard.

[ Tessa opens her mouth to reply to that, but just closes it again. She agrees, even though she would never have used that word to describe Mortmain. Or anyone, really. ]

I'll try not to Change again. [ Said with a bit of an awkward smile, but she takes the iron and does just as he said. ]

"Just don't turn into a dude."

Tim would be scarred for life. He applauds slowly when she hits the golf ball then walks up to take the golf club from her. "Nice job.

Then he sets up a golf ball for himself. "hold my beer for me?"

"I can't just Change into anybody, you know."

But Tessa is smiling as she says it, because he really doesn't seem to hate her or look down on her for what she is and what she can do.

Obligingly, she takes his beer, standing a little stiffly with the two bottles - wine and beer - in her hands.

"Yeah? Who can you change into?"

It takes a lot of effort to hate, pretty much more than Tim's willing to put into things. As far as looking down on her, he's spent his whole life being looked down on with the exception of football. He doesn't really do the look down on others thing.

The depths of impropriety that he's already got her spiraling down into...evil boy.

He sets up, actually paying attention to his form and aim, smacks it and then watches as it arcs through the air, landing a good distance away. He turns back to her with a smirk, holding his hand out for his beer.

"I have to have held an item that belongs to the person before I can change into them. For the first Change I have to be holding on to it, after that I can always Change into them again."

He does have a terrible influence on her when it comes to propriety - but he makes her feel better about herself, so it is rather forgiveable.

She hands his beer back to him.

"So you could probably turn into me." There's a brief pause before his eyes go wide. "Don't. It'd be weird."

Making her feel better about herself is nice. When he reaches for his beer, he closes his hand around it and her hand then leans in to kiss her.

He did tell her he would be doing that again when she wasn't expecting it.

"I was not going to--" and then he's kissing her. Again.

Tessa's eyes close after the first stunned moment and she leans imperceptibly closer to him. He makes her feel so different from the way Will's made her feel.

Her reaction this time makes him feel a lot better and because she responds a little, he puts his hand on her hip, the golf club pointing down to the ground. He deepens the kiss. It's entirely not a proper kiss.

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ack sorry for the sudden format change! I just braindeaded it?

no worries <3

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