lolwoot. Chapter two. :D This one is longer than the last one, including all the stuff I added in bold as, y'know, the publisher, asking questions. But before anything was added to this, it was 1,594 words long. Chapter one was a total of 1,413 words, which is including all that extra shit. Anywho, I love you all. Goodbye for now.

Alfred felt like an idiot for asking to draw her, especially when he was thinking of that movie and all... "Um..." His cheeks flushed pink with an awkward smile. "I was thinking if I drew ya, you could keep the art. So, any particular style in mind? Pop Art, realist...French?" The last one was coughed and covered with a swig from the nearing-empty glass he held.

A small smile played on Natalia's lips at the reaction he gave to her simple answer. "I suppose I could keep it. 'Know, most artist only sell their work or keep it." She raised a brow, mock curiosity in the look she gave. "No, actually, no particular style in mind. The last time I saw a portrait of myself, it was quite Victorian-looking. That said, almost anything works.." A slight laugh, followed by an near-choke when she went to speak again. "That is, other than the last option you gave."

"Anything but French it is!" He said, voice cracking at the end. "I've got some pencils and my sketch folder in my car. You can sit or something while I go get it, kay?"

She nodded, only enough to show that it works. "Alright,then. I'll wait here, then." A wave was offered, and she returned to the stools in front of the bar.

He was back in a couple minutes, carrying a small flag-printed pouch full of pencils varying in softness and such. Under his arm was his sketch folder-a leather bound, paper filled one, too. It must have been expensive. "Alrighty, then..." He put his things down, sitting on his own stool. Pushing up his glasses he squinted a little. "Could you move a little this way...?" He pointed to the left, trying to get the given lighting right.

Upon his return, Natalia looked at the bag in a state of slight shock. That could only be the product of serious devotion to art. She raised a brow, motioning toward the objects. "Those look costly. You sure you're wanting to use 'em on such a nobody as me?" Nodding her acknowledgement, she scooted her stool slightly to one side. "Better?"

Alfred nodded, squinting a little. He then took her chin in his hand, adjusting the angle of her face. "You're not a nobody, really...You've got a really nice...well...face." He smiled a little, starting on the drawing. "You're worth-while to draw. Not many have delicate features like yourself."

Natalia chuckled. "Honestly, I do this every few days. I am the definition of a nobody. Hah. Thanks...?" A slight frown, and she shook her head. "Again, thanks. Delicate? I'm tougher than I look." She tried to keep a straight face, despite the fact that she felt as though her words deserved a joking pout.

"...I just need you to stay like that for a little bit, and afterwards, you can do any weirdo face that you were wanting to do while I'm drawing you...Okay?" He smiled, starting on the drawing with his pad on the bar.

Natalia nodded slightly, a simple show of acknowledgement. "Fine. Any face." She tried to sit still, despite the fact that she was restless sitting there. A calm half-glare, though it was half smile, as well. Years of practice earned that expression.

"...So, where are you originally from? I can't help but to notice you've got a bit of an accent there, hon..." He sketched along, looking up at her at almost unexpected intervals, smudging spots with his fingers, and running a putty eraser over other spots.

A slight shrug was probably what allowed her not to fidget as much as she could have. "Minsk, Belarus. Grew up there. Didn't come here too long before juniour high. That was about when I started learning English. I assume you're from around here? Same accent as the locals."

"Nah, we moved around a lot when I was a kid." Alfred sighed, his voice dipping into a low Soutern drawl. "But we mostly stayed South in aroun' Texas..." He finished with a smile. "Otherwise, I call New York my home."

"Oh.." Natalia suppressed the urge to move around, yet again. Since when could she not sit still at all? "America is still such a foreign place to me, even though I've been here for so many years. I feel like certain cities are better, though. More like the Belorussian cities."

"I think you'd like Maine, or some place like that. Chicago maybe." Alfred nodded. "I'm almost done, so just keep still for a little longer..."

Natalia chuckled, just slightly, though. "Honestly, I have no idea what those places are like." She let herself sit still, waiting as patiently as she could.

"Really?" Alfred asked. "Maybe me, you and a couple friends could go sometime..." He picked up his eraser, rubbing out a mistake. "Chicago's actually more of a two-person city, though."

"Really. Despite their glamour, those cities have never really called to me." Natalia shrugged, a slight heave of her pale shoulders. "That sounds like a nice idea. I think it could work."

"You moved again..." He said jokingly, taking out a fountain pen and making a signature at the bottom of the paper. "I'm done anyways, so here you go." Alfred handed over the sheet, smiling. "It's pretty alright, right?" It looked pretty good, actually. Nothing like the pop art that he used to draw during classes.

Natalia's eyes widened in mock horror. "Oh no. My fidgeting is definitely not my worst issue at the moment." She waved her hand around, gesturing at people before taking the sheet from him. "People were watching you, by the way." She took a moment to seriously look at the work. "Wow..."

"Eh, I don't mind. I could have been doing things other than drawing, mind you." He chuckled. "For example, I could have bought us a round of drinks instead, and then we'd probably- well I- would be drunker than a dog by now, doing bar karaoke with my brother over there." He pointed.

"Very well. I didn't have to sit here, being chastised for moving, but, of course, I chose to." She grinned, glancing over in the general direction he pointed. "That sounds entertaining. Although, you don't seem like the type to sing very amazingly, so I would have to pass on watching that one."

"Yeah, I'm pretty terrible at singing...Tone-deaf, actually." He chuckled. "What about you? You look like a person who can sing..."

"Figures. Not everyone can sing, of course." She shrugged, noticing she'd done so several times recently. "I've been told I sing well, but I disagree. To me, I sound bad. But, as they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Who am I to say that I don't sound well, if someone else thinks I do?"

"Very true." Alfred nodded. "But hey, to be told you can actually sing is a good thing, right? You may be able to sing, and I can play trumpet...Because Arthur kind of made me when we were younger." He added in a low tone.

"Indeed it is, a good thing. Either way, my opinion remains unchanged." Natalia chuckled, raising a brow. "Trumpet? That's...nice... I think..? Well, Yekaterina put me through piano lessons for awhile, if it's any consolation." It probably wasn't. Piano was common. And pretty.

"Gad, I could never play piano. Too many keys." He shook his head, putting his art things away. "I tried once, and I just couldn't."

"Huh. I always thought it was rather easy." She nodded, somewhat understanding. "I guess some people just aren't meant to play piano."

"Agreed..." He chuckled. "Could I possibly get you something to drink? I'm just being nice and all, so..." He trailed off, waiting for a response.

Well, there it is, all finished and stuff. :D I have to say, this makes me feel like a better author than I actually am, because it's a roleplay, and those are always cool. Anywhore, hope you people enjoy this pointlessness. Ohshit. This is over two thousand words. What did we do RIGHT?

OH YEAH.

There's Belarusian to English in pieces to come, so.. Yeah. Well, byeaz.