"How's that a problem?" Her smile slides into a ruthless smirk. This would not be a problem for her specifically, it seems. The Danish hello explained, she just moves along without comment, snagging another couple of beers from the tub full of ice and snow from the street, passing one to Cassian. Without asking if he's done with the last of hers.
"Come on, Captain Andor." Yes, someone was paying attention to the list of athletes that were also in the military. Technically she is a captain too but since the Danish national snowboarding team consists of... her, she isn't captain of much and it's irrelevant. "Have some fun, I know you have it in you."
That smirk really shouldn't do it for him? But it kind of does. "I would rather not stumble all over you." Which implies he's going to be hanging out with her all night. "Or anyone." There, nice save.
He blinks, now holding two beers and knowing he's probably going to drink both. But he did come to a house party. That's kind of part of the intention. He takes another sip. "That's funny coming from you. I was not the only one on the slopes at 6am."
It takes a workaholic to know one, clearly. "How did you know I was a Captain?"
"You're the only one not smiling," Jyn counters, poking his chest with her bottle before she twists it open and takes a swig. "Well, you and your coach."
Jyn, at least, appears to be having fun when she's racing down the course or launching herself up in the air on the superpipe. This morning she did zero tricks down the slopestyle course and took her bowl of cereal off the jumps, just getting used to it before she actually started trying out the course for real.
She gives him another tug, taking advantage of his lack of free hands to manhandle him where she wants him, pulling him out on Bodhi's balcony with her. "My mum likes to watch the games, on the telly." She likes being there, Jyn knows, because her mother lives to travel, but she loves the human interest stories. "There's a whole, well episode, I guess. About athletes in the military. And royals in the Olympics, too."
Which was a weird combination, but here we are. "Crown Prince Freddie is here watching if you want to meet his royal highness."
He trains, so much and so hard, but they all do to get here, and it wouldn't be worth it if he wasn't having any fun. Cassian just keeps his more controlled. It makes him feel like he can control everything else that happens in the snow, if he can keep can whatever else he's feeling in check too.
Even though he apparently does not care about giving up control to let her guide him out to the balcony. No complaints, though, he likes being outside. He drains the last of Jyn's beer and sets the empty bottle aside on the table, popping open the second.
"They tried to get me to speak on it for that. I didn't really want to." Talking about himself?? On WORLDWIDE TELEVISION? No thanks. Cassian knows he's put out a charming if reserved image of himself for all the usual interviews, but he tries to avoid anything super personal. "I'm good. Why, do you want to meet him?"
"I've met him." So dismissive, it's almost comical, but she's clearly distracted thinking about the rest of their conversation. She's probably had a little too much to drink already because her head tilts as she studies him.
"Mum said you were very handsome. With your hair like..." She reaches up, brushing his hair to the side so it makes that little wave her mother had consider so handsome she'd paused the program and made Bodhi and Jyn hurry inside the house to see. "Like that. Hmm."
Meeting a prince is completely pushed aside in his favor. Is she calling him handsome? She might be. She also brushed at his hair. He doesn't quite smile, because it's caught him off guard, but his frown disappears and he looks a lot more at ease. Normally he doesn't like people in his space.
He's only had about half a beer, but he did wash it down in the span of about five minutes. It's probably not enough to throw off his judgment, but maybe he uses it as an excuse to be bolder than he might normally. "And do you agree with her?"
"I do, yeah." She brushes at his hair again when it attempts to free itself from the wave she'd pushed it into, trying to nudge it into place again. She is on a number of beers she lost track of so she definitely has the excuse of alcohol fueled bravery, offering a thoughtful smile.
"You're very handsome and the best thing about skiers is that you don't wear your pants around your ankles so I don't have to look at your long johns every time I get on the bloody mountain." Jyn will never understand the excessively baggy clothes trend amongst snowboarders, even if she knows it comes from the skateboard culture. It's stupid. Your pants sit at your hips, not under your ass!
He finds he kind of likes the way she fiddles with his hair, if the way he ducks a little towards her is any indication. He offers her a smile back, somehow managing to be flattered and awkward at the same time. It's the alcohol in her, he thinks, and it makes him drink more of his own.
Any awkwardness is interrupted when he laughs at her quip at snowboarders. "I would trip over my pants if I wore them too loose."
He reaches out like he's fueled by her bravery and tucks some of her hair behind her ear. "You don't seem to have that problem, and you're not a skier."
"I'm a fucking lady," Jyn decides. That is her answer, that is what she is sticking with. It just so happens that the Danish uniforms are fairly form fitting comparatively. Her chin tips up toward him, smug that she's a woman.
Yes, smug due to a biological fact. Alcohol is a magical thing.
He laughs again. Yeah, okay, that's fair. He's only hung out with her a few times, but it seems like the most Jyn-like thing she could say, with or without alcohol.
It doesn't stop him from smiling again at her, with an almost appreciative glint. "I noticed." And he downs a third of his beer after that remark! Maybe it really is magic, he just needs more of it to be more like her.
"I think I need a shot or something to catch up with you."
"Probably," she agrees, not making a move to go get said shots or show him where said shots would be or help him in anyway achieve this endeavor because she finds that she likes him this close. He smells like... something good smelling. Her brain isn't working well enough to decide on the scent, maybe it's vanilla, maybe it's orange, she doesn't know.
"Just drink your drink and then drink my drink and you'll have caught up." That seems accurate. Sure, that seems like it'll work.
She doesn't move, so he doesn't. It's fine by him, really, because he doesn't want to step away from her yet either. The party is in full swing, and there's definitely other parties happening down in the village, but it feels like they're cut off on the balcony in a way he likes. He still kind of wants a shot, but it can wait.
"I'm not sure that is how it works," he says, but at least he sounds fond. He leans against the railing, and it slouches him over a little more into her space. "And I don't really like to chug my beer. But I did finish the first one you gave me."
"That's definitely how it works, my parents are scientists." As if that means she knows everything about science. Spoilers, while she is a nerd, she not Bill Nye and 98% of what she says is bullshit.
Especially considering she's now realised she's eye level with his chest. And it's... a nice chest, what she can tell through his tee shirt. Maybe it's her drunken imagination. She definitely needs to drink less, but she's enjoying this heady, fuzzy feeling. She feels relaxed, chill, she's enjoying herself.
"Scientists on alcohol content and how it affects the human body?"
They're close enough that he doesn't miss the way she sort of stares at his chest, and he can't believe the little shiver of heat that rolls over him for it.
His arm is stretched in just the right spot over the railing for his thumb to brush against her arm. With his free hand, he takes another large sip. Despite protests, he does seem to be trying to drink fast to get on her level. "Or are you just trying to get me involved in an experiment?"
Of course not. Except of course yes she is trying to get him involved. So she doesn't specify in either direction, looking up at him with a smile, no longer staring at his chest.
"That was rude, me ogling you." Not that she apologizes, but she does point it out.
He opens his mouth, closes it. "I do not mind," is what he settles on, giving her a very warm look with a very soft smile.
It surprises him that he really does not mind, not when she does it. She's a little drunk, she's being honest, he can do the same! He did sort of angle himself that way on purpose to be honest, to catch her attention. Apparently he is feeling flirty tonight.
He takes another sip of his beer to feel bold. "I like looking at you too. You are very pretty, both on the snow and off it."
"Bet you say that to all the Danish snowboarders," Jyn counters flippantly. It's not much of a counter considering that, again, the Danish snowboarding team consists solely of one Jyn Erso.
So yes, he does in fact say that to all the Danish snowboarders.
She reaches up again to push his hair back, deciding again that her mother and brother were right, he looks very dashing like that. "Can I ask a silly question? Is there even snow in Mexico? I thought it was all... warm, 'cause of it being close to the equator and all."
"Just my favorites." There is only one and it is her, she is suddenly his favorite Danish snowboarder.
It's almost like he folds down towards her, making it easier for her to adjust his hair. Her fingers brush against his skin, and it feels so warm. She can play with his hair all she wants. He puffs a little laugh. "We do have mountains. Snow is, admittedly, not very common, but it snows more in the northern states. Outside of Arteaga, I do a lot of my practice in the United States - some of my family lives there, and we would visit quite a lot."
She's Danish and trains in England where she was mostly raised, he's Mexican and trains in the States. They're probably never going to see each other after this Olympics -- Jyn knows her shoulder will give out before the next games, this is the last hurrah for Danish snowboarding until someone takes her crown.
Which means she has nothing to lose.
"Do you wanna come by mine and make out?" It's such a veer from the discussion they were having, but she is intoxicated and he is handsome, she can't be blamed.
He should be surprised by the sudden conversation shift, but he isn't, not at all. It feels more like a natural follow up. She's cute, they've been flirting for days on the snow and off. They've been crowding each other's space since he walked in and found her.
He really wants to kiss her right now! He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Yes." Why does he sound nearly breathless?? "I would like that very much."
She nods, decisive, pleased there is a plan and the plan involves making out on the surprisingly comfortably couch in her room. She knew the Olympic village was posh and the benefit of being a solo athlete meant getting a solo room -- as opposed to Bodhi's shared room with his national teammate -- but while Bodhi's is bigger and had a sitting room large enough for a party, Jyn's room was still very, very posh. It's got a couch! A tiny kitchenette!
Despite her decision, it takes her a bit to actually move, caught up in just looking at him. Whoops.
They're in agreement, a verbal contract to make out in her room. It's very decisive and solid and Cassian is excited - but he is also feeling impatient and really wants to kiss her now. She's looking at him in much the same way.
He brushes his fingers against her arm, much more purposely and openly than before. It's almost like he's inviting her in. He's very curious about her room and ready to bail on this party five seconds after he arrived, but -
But first -
"Would you mind terribly if I kissed you once now first?"
Jyn shakes her head, not looking away from him, expression softening to something expectant, almost hopeful.
"No, I don't mind. Terribly or otherwise."
Please kiss her. She won't say please, stubborn, but she certainly is receptive to the idea, shifting a little to push up on her tiptoes, slightly unsteady. She has to reach out and grab his bicep to assure her balance -- even though the balcony is right there. Clearly his very well defined bicep is the better option.
Cassian gets a soft smile on his face when she agrees. He doesn't even have to wait, Jyn's already up on her toes before he gets the chance to duck down. But far be it from him to keep her waiting, not when he's impatient too.
He rests a hand at her waist, to help her keep her balance obviously, and leans in to press his lips to hers. It's both tentative and eager at once, and he stumbles a little bit, accidentally pushing her back into the balcony.
Jyn groans against his lips, fingers tightening around his bicep as her other arm loops around his waist to keep them both secure. They're not in any danger of falling off the balcony, oh no, she wants him to be secure against him and all the lean muscle she is suddenly discovering beneath his shirt as she presses against him.
Maybe they can just make out here? The thought has some merit! She thinks about it for one second before kissing him distracts her.
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"Come on, Captain Andor." Yes, someone was paying attention to the list of athletes that were also in the military. Technically she is a captain too but since the Danish national snowboarding team consists of... her, she isn't captain of much and it's irrelevant. "Have some fun, I know you have it in you."
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He blinks, now holding two beers and knowing he's probably going to drink both. But he did come to a house party. That's kind of part of the intention. He takes another sip. "That's funny coming from you. I was not the only one on the slopes at 6am."
It takes a workaholic to know one, clearly. "How did you know I was a Captain?"
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Jyn, at least, appears to be having fun when she's racing down the course or launching herself up in the air on the superpipe. This morning she did zero tricks down the slopestyle course and took her bowl of cereal off the jumps, just getting used to it before she actually started trying out the course for real.
She gives him another tug, taking advantage of his lack of free hands to manhandle him where she wants him, pulling him out on Bodhi's balcony with her. "My mum likes to watch the games, on the telly." She likes being there, Jyn knows, because her mother lives to travel, but she loves the human interest stories. "There's a whole, well episode, I guess. About athletes in the military. And royals in the Olympics, too."
Which was a weird combination, but here we are. "Crown Prince Freddie is here watching if you want to meet his royal highness."
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He trains, so much and so hard, but they all do to get here, and it wouldn't be worth it if he wasn't having any fun. Cassian just keeps his more controlled. It makes him feel like he can control everything else that happens in the snow, if he can keep can whatever else he's feeling in check too.
Even though he apparently does not care about giving up control to let her guide him out to the balcony. No complaints, though, he likes being outside. He drains the last of Jyn's beer and sets the empty bottle aside on the table, popping open the second.
"They tried to get me to speak on it for that. I didn't really want to." Talking about himself?? On WORLDWIDE TELEVISION? No thanks. Cassian knows he's put out a charming if reserved image of himself for all the usual interviews, but he tries to avoid anything super personal. "I'm good. Why, do you want to meet him?"
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"Mum said you were very handsome. With your hair like..." She reaches up, brushing his hair to the side so it makes that little wave her mother had consider so handsome she'd paused the program and made Bodhi and Jyn hurry inside the house to see. "Like that. Hmm."
Hmm. Lyra was right.
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He's only had about half a beer, but he did wash it down in the span of about five minutes. It's probably not enough to throw off his judgment, but maybe he uses it as an excuse to be bolder than he might normally. "And do you agree with her?"
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"You're very handsome and the best thing about skiers is that you don't wear your pants around your ankles so I don't have to look at your long johns every time I get on the bloody mountain." Jyn will never understand the excessively baggy clothes trend amongst snowboarders, even if she knows it comes from the skateboard culture. It's stupid. Your pants sit at your hips, not under your ass!
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Any awkwardness is interrupted when he laughs at her quip at snowboarders. "I would trip over my pants if I wore them too loose."
He reaches out like he's fueled by her bravery and tucks some of her hair behind her ear. "You don't seem to have that problem, and you're not a skier."
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Yes, smug due to a biological fact. Alcohol is a magical thing.
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It doesn't stop him from smiling again at her, with an almost appreciative glint. "I noticed." And he downs a third of his beer after that remark! Maybe it really is magic, he just needs more of it to be more like her.
"I think I need a shot or something to catch up with you."
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"Just drink your drink and then drink my drink and you'll have caught up." That seems accurate. Sure, that seems like it'll work.
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"I'm not sure that is how it works," he says, but at least he sounds fond. He leans against the railing, and it slouches him over a little more into her space. "And I don't really like to chug my beer. But I did finish the first one you gave me."
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Especially considering she's now realised she's eye level with his chest. And it's... a nice chest, what she can tell through his tee shirt. Maybe it's her drunken imagination. She definitely needs to drink less, but she's enjoying this heady, fuzzy feeling. She feels relaxed, chill, she's enjoying herself.
Weird.
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They're close enough that he doesn't miss the way she sort of stares at his chest, and he can't believe the little shiver of heat that rolls over him for it.
His arm is stretched in just the right spot over the railing for his thumb to brush against her arm. With his free hand, he takes another large sip. Despite protests, he does seem to be trying to drink fast to get on her level. "Or are you just trying to get me involved in an experiment?"
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Of course not. Except of course yes she is trying to get him involved. So she doesn't specify in either direction, looking up at him with a smile, no longer staring at his chest.
"That was rude, me ogling you." Not that she apologizes, but she does point it out.
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It surprises him that he really does not mind, not when she does it. She's a little drunk, she's being honest, he can do the same! He did sort of angle himself that way on purpose to be honest, to catch her attention. Apparently he is feeling flirty tonight.
He takes another sip of his beer to feel bold. "I like looking at you too. You are very pretty, both on the snow and off it."
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So yes, he does in fact say that to all the Danish snowboarders.
She reaches up again to push his hair back, deciding again that her mother and brother were right, he looks very dashing like that. "Can I ask a silly question? Is there even snow in Mexico? I thought it was all... warm, 'cause of it being close to the equator and all."
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It's almost like he folds down towards her, making it easier for her to adjust his hair. Her fingers brush against his skin, and it feels so warm. She can play with his hair all she wants. He puffs a little laugh. "We do have mountains. Snow is, admittedly, not very common, but it snows more in the northern states. Outside of Arteaga, I do a lot of my practice in the United States - some of my family lives there, and we would visit quite a lot."
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Which means she has nothing to lose.
"Do you wanna come by mine and make out?" It's such a veer from the discussion they were having, but she is intoxicated and he is handsome, she can't be blamed.
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He really wants to kiss her right now! He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Yes." Why does he sound nearly breathless?? "I would like that very much."
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She nods, decisive, pleased there is a plan and the plan involves making out on the surprisingly comfortably couch in her room. She knew the Olympic village was posh and the benefit of being a solo athlete meant getting a solo room -- as opposed to Bodhi's shared room with his national teammate -- but while Bodhi's is bigger and had a sitting room large enough for a party, Jyn's room was still very, very posh. It's got a couch! A tiny kitchenette!
Despite her decision, it takes her a bit to actually move, caught up in just looking at him. Whoops.
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He brushes his fingers against her arm, much more purposely and openly than before. It's almost like he's inviting her in. He's very curious about her room and ready to bail on this party five seconds after he arrived, but -
But first -
"Would you mind terribly if I kissed you once now first?"
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"No, I don't mind. Terribly or otherwise."
Please kiss her. She won't say please, stubborn, but she certainly is receptive to the idea, shifting a little to push up on her tiptoes, slightly unsteady. She has to reach out and grab his bicep to assure her balance -- even though the balcony is right there. Clearly his very well defined bicep is the better option.
(It sure is.)
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He rests a hand at her waist, to help her keep her balance obviously, and leans in to press his lips to hers. It's both tentative and eager at once, and he stumbles a little bit, accidentally pushing her back into the balcony.
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Maybe they can just make out here? The thought has some merit! She thinks about it for one second before kissing him distracts her.