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[capt_angie]

*the door of opens and in walks a pretty dark skinned girl. her long black hair is in thin braids and she's wearing tight black leather trousers, a matching, midriff baring black leather halter neck top, and shoes with impossibly thin four inch heels. she looks around and sighs*

Merlin, it's dead in here isn't it?

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[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

Hey, girl.

It's not dead, it's just slooooooow...

[capt_angie]

Hi... it's very slow. *lokks round at total lack of action*

I'm Angelina by the way... and you are?

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

Euterpe, pleasedon'tcallmethatcallme Tere, or Lady Tere, whichever suits your fancy.

[capt_angie]

Well... Tere... if we're going to be informal you can call me Angie. so... What are you doing in a place like this? no offence but you look a bit too classy to be hanging around in a smoky bar...

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

You'd be surprised what hangs out in this smoky bar, Angie.

Call me unpredictable - tell me I’m impractical
Rainbows I’m inclined to pursue
Call me irresponsible - yes I’m unreliable...

[capt_angie]

*smiles*

Call me irresponsible
Yes I'm unreliable
But it's undeniably true:
I'm irresponsibly mad for you

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*Grins*

The problem now of course is
To simply hold your horses
To rush would be a crime
'cause nice and easy does it every time...

[capt_angie]

We're on the road to romance, that's safe to say
But let's make all the stops along the way

Sinatra right?

[ooc: sorry if it takes time to reply but my computer is being relly slow]

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

Charming man, brilliantly talented, horrible student...

There I am, at three am, by his request, trying to work out "New York, New York", and curse me if he didn't keep me there for six hours and then ignore everything we worked out anyway...Silly boy...

[capt_angie]

you... worked with Sinatra? wow... i mean... wow! you look great for someone whos about 60 years old.

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

Aren't you sweet?
Angie, honey, come December I'll celebrate my *she looks away and does some mental math* 2804th birthday. Wow. I'm old...

[capt_angie]

*whistle*

wow... and i thought you looked god for sixty!

so what are you then? you can't be mortal can you, or did you manage to create a philosophers stone?