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[song_tra_bong]

And low and behold there's an Exhibit C. T-shirt and jeans tonight; t-shirt reads "Property of Parris Island Athletic Dept." Even the wardrobes here have a sense of humor.

Uniquely maladjusted but fun to be with, her special talents include flirting, sarcasm and the occasional psychotic break. (Oh, and that thing with the pudding.) Bare feet propped up on an empty chair, she's working her way through a Bloody Mary and a basket of chips and salsa. Act now and she might share.

[ooc: while this mun is not ubercaffinated, she did get into the Easter candy, thus this entrance post. Besides, Write is a filthy enabler. Who I need to buy a enabling gift basket as a thank you. She knows why.]

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[chazaqiel.livejournal.com]

"Damn. Now you look comfortable." Very tall. Rumbled suit. A cigarette and something very alcoholic. Clear, bright blue eyes.

[song_tra_bong]

She grins up at him.

"I'm doing my best."

She gestures with her glass at an empty chair not being used as a footrest. "Have a seat if you like."

[chazaqiel.livejournal.com]

"I do," he says agreeably, dropping into the chair. Once the glass is set down he offers a hand. "Chaz Gregory. You smoke?"

[song_tra_bong]

She shakes his hand. "Mary Anne Bell, pleasure to meet you. No thanks on the smoke, but the food's for sharing if you want it."

[chazaqiel.livejournal.com]

"A pleasure," he agrees. "No thanks on the food; I try to stay out of the habit. Do you mind if I smoke?"

[walker-cain.livejournal.com]

There is a low wolf whistle from a nearby chair.

Timeless walker of ways, strange, flirtsome(which so should be a word), and enjoyer of beauty of all kinds. He is sipping a vodka straight while enjoying the warmth and the scenery.

[song_tra_bong]

'Flirtsome' may be one of the greatest words ever.

She grins at the whistle and leans back a little in her chair.

"Hey, there. See something you like?"

[walker-cain.livejournal.com]

He grins.

"I do indeed. Finestkind of scenery around here. Nice fireplace, rafters, and definitely beautiful women, of which you are a fine example."

Pouring it on? Perhaps.

[song_tra_bong]

Perhaps. Not that she minds.

"Why thank you. Does this appreciator of scenery have a name?"

[walker-cain.livejournal.com]

"Cain, Cain Adamson. Walker and strange man, likely to give compliments and wine in equal measurements."

[creator_raven]

Possibly there is someone tickling at her feet.

Equally possibly there is someone stealing her chips.

Or possibly Raven is doing both.

Surprise!

[song_tra_bong]

Gigglefit!

"Good at multitasking, you are."

[creator_raven]

"It is the result of long practice, perhaps."

He laughs.

"Also the tall does not hurt."

[song_tra_bong]

She grins.

"Can't imagine it would. Height is often an advantage."

[creator_raven]

"Yes."

Raven's smile is bright, edging toward sharp.

"Except when it is what they are expecting, perhaps. Then it is better to be small."

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Plus one?

Thom gives her a niceish smile. He looks nonthreatening.*

Evenin'.

[song_tra_bong]

She smiles in return and gives him a nod.

"Hey."

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*and he holds out a hand* I'm Thom.

[song_tra_bong]

She shakes his hand.

"Mary Anne, pleasure to meet you."

She tilts her head toward an empty chair. "Have a seat?"

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Sure.

*Thom sits down lazily. Privilege of birth.*

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

[ ooc: imminent slowtime on the horizon, 'm afraid. apparently I am trying to put myself into a coma by drinking "Sweet Dreams" tea while I'm already tired. I should be around all day tomorrow to finish. ]

Without being asked, a pale-looking and tired Jack Driscoll slides into a seat across from her.

[song_tra_bong]

[ooc: no problem, lovely. tomorrow taggage may be patchy, but slowtime is forever love. *is amused that Mary Anne is attracting such an abundance of men tonight; she didn't get this much traffic in the bikini...*]

"Hey, lovely. Haven't seen you in a while."

Her voice is soft and layered with concern. "Something happen?"

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

[ ooc: Her mun's Easter candy brings all the boys to the yard? ]

Jack shakes his head in a short, almost-flinch, wringing his hands together on his lap.

He's feeling talkative tonight!

[song_tra_bong]

[ooc: apparently!]

She scoots her chair a little closer, taking one of his hands in hers.

"Jack? You okay?"

It's a stupid question, but she has to start somewhere.

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

[ ooc: now I want to buy Peeps. D: ]

Again with the head shaking, more vigorous this time. His fingers wrap around her hand gently. He takes a breath.

Words will come to him, soon.