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[Delia is curled up in a booth, with a bottle of wine, sulking about the tab issue. Only, Eldornes Do Not Sulk, so maybe she's 'brooding'. Although, that isn't a very feminine word, so maybe...]

[Delia is Sulking, and trying to wrestle with her noble's pride at the same time. It's not really working, as Eldorne pride is both canonical and a bitch to deal with. But, to her credit, she is trying.]

[ooc: mun is doing uni work, so replies will be somewhat slow]

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"Care for some company?"

Always.

He smiles and slips into a seat across from her.

"I come with an offering of fine spirits. Alcholic or otherwise..." he says with a wink, adding a wine bottle of his own to the one already on the table.

[that gets a laugh]

Many thanks for the wide choice.

"I aim to please, milady.." he says, uncorking the new bottle.

It's not an Olau Red. But it will do.

"Pour you a drink?"

You are the bartender...

"Off duty, I'll have you know." he mock-chides, pouring her a glass of dark red wine.

"Tonight I'm neither Bartender nor Spy.."

[she glances down, then up]

So, you are...just George Cooper?

"Aye."

What an interesting concept.

He pours himself a glass as well.

"Is it?" he asks, curiously.

Of course. The idea that one could simply be oneself without an labels is an intriguing one.

"Perhaps you ought to give it a try?"

If I am not a lady, George, then I'm a just a very messed up young woman who has made an awful lot of mistakes.

"And would that be such a bad thing, Delia?" he asks softly, all teasing abandoned for the moment.

"To let the facades drop? To just be Delia?"

He takes a sip of wine.

Ah, but who is Delia?

"Delia is.." He considers this carefully - before answering. "Delia is an intelligent, witty young woman. She uses words like weapons and can bring a man to his knees with a whisper. Sometimes without a word at all. She cannot be bidden.. Cannot be tamed. She is a force to be reckoned with.."

He smiles.

"As a matter of fact, I quite like her.."

[softly]

You sound quite smitten, George.

"No." he shakes his head. "Or rather, it's not quite that simple."

How best to explain?

".. I admire you, Delia. Very much. The Gods know, you've had more than your fair share of trials to overcome.. and you have been changed for it. I like the person you've become. Rages and tears notwithstanding.."

Oh, but you have to have the bad with the good...

"Of course. I'd have it no other way.."

Naturally.

OOC: Must sleep now. Slow?

[ooc: sure!]

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