ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ - advanced roleplay discussion

Right beside the airport is a lovely group of foreign restaurants, including an authentic Irish pub.

Ryan Kavanaugh was at the end of his rope. Having drawn the short stick, he was put on airport duty for two Irish princesses who were arriving. Ryan couldn't think of anything he'd rather be doing less. His day only got worse, seeing that it was pouring rain outside and he had been instructed to stand out on the tarmac and wait for the place. So he stood, with a sign that once said "Callum & Cassidy O'Calloghan" but was now a soppy mess disintegrating in his hands. Half an hour of waiting and then finding out the plane had landed and he'd somehow missed the passengers only made his mood worse. Which is how he came out of the airport, passenger-less and cursing the intern who had taken the umbrella out of the limo truck and hadn't put it back. It was then, about to forget the Irish princesses and risk being fired, that he saw the Irish pub right across the street. "You've got to be kidding me." Ryan grumbled to himself, gaping at the building as rain soaked him through. Walking across the street (and not rushing because he couldn't possibly get any wetter than he already was), he sighed as he walked through the door, "I should have brought a gold coin and Nigel and hoped for the luck of the little green people." He mumbled to himself as he walked into the establishment.

Not in the mood to bother asking around the full pub, Ryan walked right up to the bar. Without caring what the bartender thought, he took his gun from his holster and slammed the soaking wet fire piece down on the wooden bar with a loud thud, several eyes swiveling in his direction. With his soaked through clothes, his hair a shade of brown instead of its usual sandy blonde, and piercing, angry blue eyes, he certainly stood out. "Listen up! I'm here for the O'Calloghan twins, and one or both of them better buy me a drink because I don't get paid enough to haul their asses all around town." In fact, he was half considering, in his cold, wet, delusionally sober mind, just saying fuck it and quitting. It wasn't like he was fond of royals, anyway. One of the nearby Irish men called out, "Oi, I could be an O'Calloghan twin. Just gotta fetch me skirt!"

It turns out, Ryan was fairly trigger happy. In seconds he'd picked up his gun, taken the safety off, and was pointing it at the man. His sharp blue eyes were dead serious. "Insult a royal family again, and you'll be buried in a skirt." He said sharply. Might not like them, but he was in a horribly bad mood, and he'd just love an excuse to get in a bar fight.

((Too much? I haven't rped him in a while so I'm rusty. But Ryan is grumpy. And trigger happy. And horribly indecisive on if he likes royals or not. Also idk if you remember but Nigel is his bunny rabbit. <3 Who is a girl, not a boy, despite the name.))

The airport was dreadfully boring. There was nothing for an Irish girl to do their, unless she wanted to sit stiffly in a seat and wait for her ride to find her. Callum and Cassidy O'Callaghan were not the type to wait, so they'd gone across the street to a pub. Of course it was very honey inside, with tavern lighting and cozy booths lined around the walls. Callum had chosen to sit right at the bar with her sister, Cassidy, and the two looked like a picture of their home country with their bright red hair spilling down their backs. Callum had on her usual attire, a pair of converse sneakers with jeans and a tee shirt, looking absolutely casual for a princess. Callum liked to blend in, not as an individual, of course, but she didn't always want people to know that she was a princess. Cass and she didn't flaunt their wealth or anything, they just lived their lives. They'd already been there for about thirty minutes, so Callum was on her second beer, laughing with Cassidy while they cracked jokes about where their escort was probably searching for them. Callum had just made a very funny one, in fact, one about the poor guy searching all the women's bathrooms, and Cassidy and she were laughing with their heads thrown back, when the door slammed open. A wet rat that slightly resembled a cute boy walked in, or the other way around, Callum didn't care. She only cared when he walked up to the bar, just a few stools down from she and Cass, and slammed his damn gun on the counter while demanding to find the O'Callaghan twins.

Callum looked pointedly at her twin and rolled her eyes "Oi vey." She muttered, ready to tell off the pretty boy that obviously had a hormone imbalance of some sort. But no, he couldn't let her do that, the big lug. He was already pointing his gun at a drunk man in the corner, who had apparently insulted a royal family. Callum wanted to scream, the idiot was being such a wet blanket. But Cass gave her a look that said to not make a scene, so Callum decided to behave...somewhat. She twirled her stool around to face the guy and cleared her throat quite loudly. "Oi Ken Doll! Whenever you're done with you're pissing contest, we're right I've here." She hollered, making everyone in the pub erupt with laughter. Some were still nervous about the gun wielding guard, but Callum couldn't care less. What was he going to do, shoot her? Fat chance.

(Both your posts are amazing, shhhh)

The plane had been interesting, though it had been a long ride, Cassidy O'Callaghan had found things to do, look at, and people to talk to the entire ride. She was talking with some cute guy when they finally landed, Cassidy dropped him like a bad habit and immediately helped her twin Callum with their carry on luggage. The girls were some of the first ones out, obviously no one was going to say anything to the princesses. The Schreave family had wanted to send them a private jet, but the girls had declined and taken a commercial plane to get to their country. Always an adventure with the O'Callaghan twins, their parents weren't surprised in the least. Cass and Callum were both in agreement after entering the airport that they were not going to just sit in a chair and wait for their driver, no they would head over to the Irish pub that was across the street. It would feel more like home there, anyway, and they could have fun while waiting, instead of being bored. The twins walked up to the bar and sat down on old bar stools, that had probably seen more patrons than the girls had seen in their short life.

Some time passed and the twins went ahead and drank some, Callum was on her second beer, and Cass on her first still. Cass tugged on her shirt some, she was wearing a light green tee, and a pair of tight jeans, with combat boots. The girls were having a grand time at the bar, joking and flirting, really not caring in the least if they had to be searched for or not by their driver or escort. Callum was joking that the guys would be searching stalls, and Cass couldn't help but belly laugh, she was just imagining the appalling looks they would have on their faces. Men could be embarrassed easily sometimes, and she kind of wished she could watch the search. Then there was a slamming of a door, Cass looked over shoulder to see a guy walk in, he was soaked to the bone, his slender, yet muscular body, was all in view for anyone looking. She was about to compliment him to Callum when he yelled out their names. Her eyes widened, well wasn't he a rude idiot? Cass almost stood up to say something when some man made a rude comment, and Cass looked across at the lout. Then back to the escort, wow, the mood in the place went sour quick. She glanced towards Callum, wondering if she was going to say something, she tried to give her a look that said don't, but she wasn't sure if her twin would listen. She usually didn't, but neither did Cass. A smirk crossed her lips at Call's comment, "What has your knickers in such a wad anyway?" Cass called out, she stood up and pushed some of her hair out of her face, she smiled in a flirting manner, accentuating her dimple piercings.

(What if Cass just kissed him >.>)

((No he's Callums))

( hey, whoa there, her lips are for gemini )

((Maybe they could both kiss him. Like one cheek each. I would be willing to agree to that))

(OMGSH YES)

(omg lol I just read Fiend, don't worry she's all yours bb, she's just gonna give her twin some hell along the way)

(Cass is gonna just kiss him right on the cheek)

(Sum)