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milliways_bar2007-01-24 08:19 pm
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There's an Endless in the bar.
It's shocking.
Desire. In the bar. Who would have guessed?
... Well. Perhaps anyone even vaguely familiar with this particular Endless, but that's neither here nor there.
Desire seems to be without intent this evening, just staying at the usual table, smoking the usual cigarette, and a simple glass of champagne in hand.
An undirected Desire is a bored Desire.
Bad news for anyone who wasn't looking to become Desire's evening entertainment...
[OOC: I've had to slowtime because I'm out of practice -- I'll get back to this!]
It's shocking.
Desire. In the bar. Who would have guessed?
... Well. Perhaps anyone even vaguely familiar with this particular Endless, but that's neither here nor there.
Desire seems to be without intent this evening, just staying at the usual table, smoking the usual cigarette, and a simple glass of champagne in hand.
An undirected Desire is a bored Desire.
Bad news for anyone who wasn't looking to become Desire's evening entertainment...
[OOC: I've had to slowtime because I'm out of practice -- I'll get back to this!]
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"Ahm... h-hello, ma'am."
It is to his everlasting embarassment that his voice stutters there.
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"D-D-Desire. Ah... nice to meet you."
He sits, eyes on her. He swallows. Her beauty, and well, Her-ness is distracting. His mind tries to catch up, slowly.
"I don't think I have ever had the pleasure to meet you."
Oh, he has desired before, but he has rarely ever gotten his desires. Not in his world.
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Of course, when he admits he's not met her... Desire's lower lip trembles, not quite a pout but distinctly one of those Signs that a woman is possibly verging on unhappy enough to cry.
"-- You don't remember?"
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"I- I... Um. Sure! I mean... wait... "
He flails into silence.
"I don't... "
He swallows, having gone pale.
"I am sorry, ma'am. I... I don't."
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"No need to apologize, Henry. At least you're honest -- even if I hadn't thought I was forgettable."