Post by Beowulf Mustafa on Dec 28, 2012 22:17:48 GMT -5
The man was one of a few words. If the conversation needed a yes or a no, that was what he said. He didn’t give details or his own opinion - only when it was necessary and it mattered, however. Beowulf was just that kind of laconic man. It was as if he had a word limit per day, unless he was with his son; then the man was on his yapper. So… Much like now, he let her do all of the talking. Though he wasn’t too fond of her, he was sure it was just his annoyance with her - and in time that shall pass. “We have a week. Do tell.” To him if it was so long, it wouldn’t have been mentioned… And if so, they had a whole week here in Lebanon. He had time to listen and she had time to tell it. Otherwise it was just sheer laziness. Once the food arrived, Beowulf ate most of his food. The meal was paid and extras wee left at the restaurant as the two made it back to the hotel and took their much needed rests for the long day of the morrow. When the two woke up, they got prepared and soon went downstairs to the taxi that was awaiting them. Getting inside, they were taken to the building in which Guinevere was supposed to give her presentations at, and Beowulf was supposed to translate for her - due to the fact that these men didn’t speak English and if they did it was very poor.
She was nervous, he could tell, but he told her it will pass and everything would be alright. Nothing bad can come out of translating. If she did say something bad, he was sure to change it up. When she started, Beowulf continued after her pause, “Salam! Kaifa haloka? Esmee al anesah Guinevere Whittingham…” Beowulf started off, translating her words the best he could. Some phrases and such he twisted around to be the best. She started to talk quicker and Beowulf could tell she was a little nervous, but then her speech softened up, and so did her façade. She spoke more relaxed and seemed more confident in herself. Though the crowd before her did look interested, so that was probably part of the reason why. From some of the words they were whispering to each other that Beowulf picked up, they were really impressed and did like what she had to offer them.
When she walked off of the stage Beowulf literally was almost slow to react but instead, when she jumped and hugged him, Beowulf caught her and brought her close to him as if to catch her and not have her fall. Saying nothing, Beowulf walked off with her tailing behind him. Once again, they returned to their hotel room after some site seeing once more. The next day was a laid-back day full of site seeing more thoroughly and even more importantly - buying stuff. The tourists just gobbled up at all the gifts and such but they were often scammed out of their hard-earned money. So Beowulf was there to help haggle the price down and even help her translate what she wanted. The next few days after she went to meetings and so did he. Things were just on a schedule which Beowulf liked.
One day in particular, after a meeting they just went back to the hotel. It was late and there just wasn’t much to see anymore without going way out - but they had a meeting in the morning so they couldn’t waste some hours with it being this late. Where she was, Beowulf assumed in her room. Where he was going? The bar. The man followed the teachings of the Quran, but there were some things he didn’t fancy too much. Like the alcohol part. Wine was healthy on some occasions, so Beowulf usually had that and if he needed something stronger, he just had a little. Call it moderation and respect. He didn’t go overboard. Much like now. He was merely sitting down at the bar downstairs with a glass of red wine - which was good for the heart. Something light and savory. Just as he was starting to enjoy his night, something happened and he felt wetness on his arm. Immediately the man’s muscles tensed and his body shifted to the side, those bright blue eyes looking at her in shock at first then in sheer annoyance the next. Once again, she was a klutz.
The man sighed and just let her dab up his arm. His alone time was ruined. Turning to his drink the man just downed it all at once instead to sipping it as she spoke more and more. Though one thing was for sure, she got him to blush very faintly. No one ever said that about him. Beowulf wasn’t one to go to bars or deal with ‘flirtatious’ people so this was kind of all ‘new’ to him. Smile more he had gorgeous eyes? The man looked at her like a shy child unsure of what to say next. Swallowing a bit the man looked down, “Thank you.” With a pause, he continued, “You can continue if you like.” But sadly those were the words that came out. Though after he said them he realized… She was probably buzzed. Drunk was being too extreme. She had a presentation tomorrow. Looking at the bartender as he was making her another drink, “La.” Shaking his head, Beowulf got up form his seat and took her hand, “Ma salaama.” He told the bartender before tugging on her hand and making her follow him. She was almost drunk… Whilst Beowulf had a small buzz but nothing major. She needed to just go to bed. She had work tomorrow and couldn’t get hammered.
OOC: Arabic’s probably off, but whatever…