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[song_tra_bong]

Well, about like she figured, she didn't get a whole lot of sleep last night. She made up for it this afternoon. So Mary Anne wanders downstairs with a mild case of bedhead and orders french toast.

Dinner of champions.

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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

The lack of french fries is pitiable.

But Gorlim comes to say hello anyway. Whatever she has smells good. H ecomes up behind her and tugs at her mussy hair with a snicker.

Not that his is any better, mind.

[song_tra_bong]

There is a yelp and a spin and vague threatening with a syrup-stained fork, until Gorlim's face registers. Ah, the sleep addled brain.

"Hey there, lovely."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"Hey there, lovely," Gorlim echoes. "Your hair looks like a squirrel tried to nest in it."

He's such a sweet-talker.

[song_tra_bong]

She shrugs.

"Yeah well, this is what happens when I go to sleep with wet hair. And yours is gorgeous too, by the way."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"I know," he grins, tossing it fruitlessly out of his face. "I am a pillar of impeccable grooming."

He smells like he's been rolling in something that died a week ago.

[song_tra_bong]

There is a brief sniff. She's spent plenty of time with guys miles from any shower, so she doesn't automatically recoil.

"Clearly." No sarcasm. Or not much.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim sticks his tongue out at her. "What's that?" He nods at her plate. He's not above mooching, but really he just wants to know what it is so he can order his own.

[song_tra_bong]

"French toast."

She gestures with the fork.

"Technically breakfast food, but good any time of day. You want?"

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

Stealth attack on Mary Anne's bedhead! Long, skilled fingers swim through her hair and begin playing with it.

[song_tra_bong]

She preens a moment before bothering to identify her stealthy attacker.

"Hello, gorgeous. How're things?"

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

Satine rests her chin on Mary Anne's shoulder. "Mmm, they're fantastic, as a matter of fact. And how are you, my darling?"

Ah yes, that's the old Satine we knew and loved.

[song_tra_bong]

"Doing alright."

Aside from creepy encounters with the in-laws.

"Went home for a little while, enjoyed the scenery. Had a good time until it started pouring down rain. Any good gossip from while I was gone?"

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

In-laws!?

"Let me see." She doesn't lift her chin off Mary Anne's shoulder. "There's going to be a brothel here. And apparently there's another singing bug going around."

No, she hasn't seen Jack about. And just as well for her mental health, probably.

[song_tra_bong]

Well, the boyfriend's grandfather. Mun = loves giving people heart attacks.

"Heard about the singing bug."

From Jack, actually. But yeah.

Eyebrow arch. "But the brothel is news to me."

A long time ago, there was a bet involving the suggestion of hookers in the bar. Life imitating art. Or something.

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

Satine shrugs, and slides into the seat next to her. "I've just seen the signs up -- a girl named Lilly Kane is organizing it, seemingly -- but I hope she knows what she's doing, for everyone's sake. And that everyone who gets involved knows what they're getting into."

[newredshoes]

[[Aaaand dammit, I just realized that my freaking 9 o'clock is tomorrow. Slowtime, love?]]

[song_tra_bong]

[ooc: this one has homework to finish and a 9 o'clock as well. slowtime is uberlove. catch ya later! ♥]

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Goldy admires the sleep-corkscrewed look from her table. It amuses her. There's a little wave for the victim, and a cheeky smile.

She'd be more forward, but it's been awhile.

[song_tra_bong]

There's a little wave in return.


Bet you've never seen someone lick syrup off a fork and make it look that dirty.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Actually, she might have been able to say that she hadn't, but there was the whole pudding night thing. Nevertheless, the move gets a most appreciative eye, and an equally filthy smirk.

"Have you been away, or have we just been missing each other?" she pipes up gamely.

[song_tra_bong]

"Little bit of both, I think," she admits.

"Got cursed, went crazy, got jailed and then laid low. Went home for a little while and now I'm back."

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

God, she's missed those enchanting eyes. "Mmmm. I was gone for a little while as well. I got trapped in a book, of all things. But now I'm back, from outer space—" She grits her teeth and gives an apologetic wince. "Sorry. Can't help it. It's that damned singing curse thing."

[song_tra_bong]

"A book? I thought TV was supposed to be dangerous."

She makes a sympathetic noise. "Jesus, that thing gets around. It tapped somebody else I know...They have any idea how to turn off the karaoke from hell?"

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

She shakes her head hopelessly.

"Vanquish the demon, I suppose. But, nobody seems to be leaping up and volunteering." She sighs it off. "It was a version of my own story, oddly enough. I had to play the entire story out again, as my older self, with Miho's help."

[song_tra_bong]

"When they do start getting volunteers, something tells me there's gonna be glitter and a show-stopping dance number."

Eyebrow arch of interest. "Bet that was interesting. Don't suppose the bears wondered why two girls found the bed just right?" It's a guess, but not a wild one. The lady has eyes and Miho's got a sweet face along with the weaponry.