---kings&&&queens (Ryan Frost)

[MAGGIE SINCLAIRE]

OUTFIT OF THE QUEEN


Maggie Sinclaire was a beautiful young woman. She had long, vibrant, flaming red hair that fell past her shoulders gracefully, a heart shaped, lightly freckled, face the exuded innocence, round eyes that gave out warmth, and a body that many would kill for. Maggie could walk in heels for hours, and pull off multiple looks with ease, as well as the skill of making anyone around her feel comfortable and loved.

But beneath this... beneath this was a dark, frightening, spoiled, angry little girl. A little girl who truly believed that in order to make it in the world, she'd have to be cut throat and merciless, because that's how the world would be to her. She was a master manipulator, and her clever tongue had caused both great amounts of pleasure and pain for those who had been around her. She could be whoever you wanted, so long as you gave her what she wanted.

And what she wanted now, was lunch.

Looking inside of The Wandering Goose cafe, she looked for a target. True, she had money. And true, if she didn't, she could just go to her Father's five star restaurant. But all sorts of fuck that. Why should she put forth effort, when someone else simply could. The candidates were not that welcoming, truth be told. Old man, a family of four, a couple of college students who thought they were non conformists for eating pancakes at a place that wasn't Denny's. And then he caught her eye...

His body language stated shy. Like he was trying to be invisible, so he could just enjoy his book. And he did it well! Maggie had almost not even seen him. He wasn't bad on the eyes, actually. Bespectacled, tall, dark hair. Maggie decided his mannerisms suggested shy, not disinterested, and so she put on her ready face.

She knew she looked good today. Skinny jeans, black heels, a red lace tank top, a red suit jacket. Sunglasses, red lipstick, eye make up in various shades of brown. Her red hair fell naturally, her accessories were light.

With a deep breath, she brought a tears up to line her eyes, as Maggie removed her eye glasses, and entered the little cafe. Putting the sunglasses in her purse, Maggie wore a face of bravely (and poorly) hidden devastation, as she sat down in the booth next to her target. Sniffling to herself, she dabbed her eyes with a napkin, giving a brave smile to the waitress. "C-could I just have some ice tea please? With extra lemon?" The quiver in her voice was perfect! As she continued to sniffle quietly to herself, Maggie counted the seconds before he would turn to inquire what was the matter.

[hedgiefrost]

So if the murderer isn't the man they're interrogating, then it must be the woman he was with!

Detective novels weren't normally Ryan Frost's thing, but this was the first book he found before he set out towards The Wandering Goose. It was days like this where his mother wasn't nagging him constantly that he liked to "go out and get groceries" (which he already took care of on his way here, explaining the plastic bags crinkling at his feet), and hang out at some obscure (though this one certainly wasn't) resturant where none of his friends could see him reading, of all things. He had learned a while ago to go quickly at the grocery store so he could have time to read before his mother got suspicious. Or hungry.

It didn't matter, anyways. That was only an hour ago and he was almost finished with the book. He also learned long ago to be a fast reader to save time and effort.

No, it isn't the woman! It's... it's....

Something was distracting him from his book, a soft noise amongst the hustle and bustle of the resturant. It seemed... closer. And against the happy atmosphere. It was a sniffle, well, more sniffling. He looked up from his book and around to see where it was coming from.

Sitting in the booth next to him was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Literally, it struck him like a bullet. but there was something wrong. She looked sad. In fact, she looked devastated. He wondered what was wr...

No, he couldn't ask. She'd probably laugh at him or yell at him for intruding. But she was sitting next to him. And she was sad. And Ryan was curious, so he couldn't help himself from asking.

"Excuse me miss, but what's wrong?"

[MAGGIE SINCLAIRE]

"Excuse me miss, but what's wrong?"

Twenty seven seconds.

She had expected him to be a bit more prompt.

Looking up at him, she put on her most breath taking, damsel in distress, face, as she dabbed her eyes with a napkin. No need for her make up to run for this charade. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" She sniffled, her face turning a little sheepish. "I didn't mean to bother you. I just..." Maggie's hazel eyes fell demurely, giving a soft, pitiful, sniff. "I just don't think there is a single good man in New York, is all." There was a bitterness to her voice, one that sounded as though Maggie had just been dumped in some awful way. Which was ridiculous.

No one dumped Maggie Sinclaire.

She waited five seconds, before looking up at him startled. "Present company excluded." Giving a tearful smile, Maggie new she was playing on the saps heart strings. he wasn't bad looking, for a target. Rather cute actually. There was something about him that made Maggie think of a puppy and a kitten trying to get in the same slipper. "It was very kind of you to ask me. Most people in New York would just turn up their iPod's or tune me out. It's not really how it was back home..." Oh yes, Maggie was playing the innocent small town girl, brand new to the city, without a good friend in the world. She could tell, he wanted to be someones hero.

He had potential.

Her eyes still a little starry, Maggie put her hand forward, a gentle and sweet smile gracing her fair skinned face. "I'm Maggie..." Her eyes darted around, as if trying to find who he was eating with. "Would you like to join me... over here?" There was a coyness to her voice, though her face remained innocent as a fawn.

Take the bait. Take the bait. Take the bait.

[hedgiefrost]

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to bother you. I just... I just don't think there is a single good man in New York, is all."

"You aren't bothering me," he said. What? Who the hell would have broken her heart? Or at least, that's what he got from that statement. He hadn't been offended at all before she said present company excluded, but that did make him feel a little better. Scratch that, a whole lot better.

"It was very kind of you to ask me. Most people in New York would just turn up their iPod's or tune me out. It's not really how it was back home..."

"Oh, I hate it when people do that. Unfortunatley I've never been out of New York City, so I don't really know manners. Er, people with manners. Present company excluded." He smiled, hoping she didn't catch his mistake. Though she probably did and he probably just blew it.

"I'm Ryan. I would love to join you," he said, forgetting all about his groceries. Well, he forgot about them when he saw her. In fact, he forgot about his detective novel, too. It was lucky he even remembered his own name by that point.

notes; I made a template so I figured I'd use it because it fits here. And you found the song.
Oh, and sorry it's so short. :/
tagged; maggie!
lyrics; Self Esteem - The Offspring
credit; Hedgie!

[MAGGIE SINCLAIRE]

"You aren't bothering me." Ryan spoke up, his voice pushing through it's natural shy wall, and trying to exude a certain confidence. Maggie smiled appreciatively at him, even though she knew she wasn't bothering him. Hell, by the way his eyes lit up, Maggie was certain that she had just made his week.

He ate up the poor-innocent-small-town-girl act, like a starved man gobbled up Flay Mignon. "Oh, I hate it when people do that. Unfortunately I've never been out of New York City, so I don't really know manners. Er, people with manners. Present company excluded." Oh! He was flirting with her! How darling! Of course, she had expected him to. But this was going extraordinarily smooth. Giving him a coy giggle, Maggie pushed her bright red hair behind her ear. "I'm Ryan. I would love to join you."

Damn straight he would.

Watching him come over, Maggie stood up and grabbed his hand, an earnest grin on her face. "I'm Maggie! It's so nice to meet you, Ryan." Her white teeth brightened by her cherry red lips, the smile was starting to get a little sore on her face. But this was a needed exercise. She had to keep her wits about her, after all. And this stooge was a more than willing participant, judging by his demeanor. Sitting back down she 'accidentally' knocked her fork on the floor, causing her to 'gasp' 'flusteredly'. Guys found clumsy girls endearing after all. Leaning over, she arched her back so as to give him a nice view of what she was working with from behind, though only for a second. Sitting back down, she gave him a playful accusing glance. "Ryan, you've gotten me all nervous." Giggling, her face lowered, her hair falling in her face bashfully.

As if. Him? Make her nervous.

Though his eyes were most attractive.

Keeping her smile shy, she looked up at him from behind the partial curtain of her hair, a light pink touching her freckled cheek. "So!" She said, as if trying to make conversation. "You're a New York native? That's so cool."

[hedgiefrost]

It wasn't often he made girls nervous, so he wasn't sure how to react other than sheepishly grinning. Normally he said somethig stupid and they laughed at him and walked away. So, this was probably the farthest he's ever gotten with a girl.

No, that was an exaggeration. He had gotten pretty far with girls before, then they broke his heart. Which is something this girl did just by looking away.

Oh, god. What was he going to say? He was better at working with direct questions than comments, because then it was usually just a list of answers and he chose the one that applied. It was at ths point that he usually messed up, got laughed at, and left alone.

It was a cruel world out there for a guy with a lack of any usuable social skills.

"Yeah, I've never even left the city. So I guess you can say I've lived here all my life." It was true. He had never even left the city boundaries. How lame. Well, that was enough about him, because if he kept talking about himself he would get in to how he still lived with his mother, and that never worked out.

"So where are you from?" he asked, hoping she would talk more about her. Because honestly he wanted to know.

[MAGGIE SINCLAIRE]

He wasn't very talkative. It was a downside to people who were shy. And that meant that Maggie was going to have to drag it out of him, which she could do. It was a little difficult, though. Usually, she did a little research on her marks. find out their likes and dislikes, so on, so forth. Facebook was the greatest tool in the world to a girl like Maggie. "It's an amazing city, just a little... overwhelming at times." She explained, a sheepish tone to her. Pushing a lock of hair back behind her ear, she smiled sweetly as the waitress brought her her tea. Turning her focus back on Ryan, she offered him another breath taking smile.

She wanted to dazzle him. That was her prerogative at the moment.

Now, it was time for her to play on what she could tell about him. Her hazel eyes fell briefly on the groceries. Too much for one person, but not for a whole lot of people. She wondered why he didn't go shopping after lunch. Perhaps he had a deadline to make? A time when he was suppose to return, and he had to make sure he got the shopping out of the way before he could enjoy himself. Which brought her to her goal.

Consume as much as this suckers time as she could. Make him miss his deadline, his curfew. See how long he'd listen to her blather on. This would gauge his interest.

He asked, unsurprisingly, about her.

"I'm from Key West, down in Florida." She admitted, sipping her iced tea daintily. "It's this little island far away from basically anything. I think the closest mall to me was... six hours away. Nothing like New York." She leaned forward, twirling her hair in a seemingly absent minded way. Like she couldn't help it. All of her body language suggested that she was comfortable around this fellow, that she was enjoying speaking with him. Which, on a certain level, was true. She certainly found it entertaining. "I think what I miss most, actually is the sun. And how... everyone is so. I dunno. Relaxed. Everyone in New York is always rushing to get here or there, no one really has time to just to enjoy someones company."

She met his eyes, her hazel orbs accented by well executed make up. They had a natural simper to them. Though, honestly, she was not a fan of them. Blue eyes told a guy she was adventurous. Green eyes were exotic and sexy. Brown eyes were sweet and innocent. But what did hazel eyes say? She'd have to ask someone someday. For now, she continued. "Not that I don't love New York. I always dreamed of coming here when I was little. It's so glamorous." Her red lips curled, before making a startled little 'o', and looking down bashfully. "Oh gosh, listen to me! I'm rambling. Tell me something about you. Do you go to school?"

Her stomach grumbled a little, as she remembered that she was hungry. Targets always seemed to distract her. "Oh! Have you eaten... or... I mean, I'd love to treat you, Ryan. If you haven't. You've been so nice to me..." There was a purr to her voice, when she said his name. Not overly sexy, no, not yet. Perhaps another time. But it was certainly there.

[hedgiefrost]

She was so beautiful. So dazzling. So...

There were so many words he could have used to describe her. He listened to her intenetly, not thinking she was rambling at all. In fact, he really wanted to hear more about her. He never did good with talking about himself.

He had always wanted to go somewhere like Florida. Get away from the crowded city area. Relax for once. or at least for more than whatever amount of time he got to spend here.

"I go to Barrie University," he said. Though there wasn't much else to tell, because he had no idea what he was majoring in yet and nothing really interesting happened at the college because he didn't live in the dorms.

"Oh! Have you eaten... or... I mean, I'd love to treat you, Ryan. If you haven't. You've been so nice to me..."

"I haven't eaten yet. Are you hungry? I'll buy you some lunch."

notes; HAPPY? XD