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[untiedtheknots]

Artemis survived Mardi Gras mostly by staying seated the whole evening.

At least on TLaPD, The Powers That Be saw fit to give her actual pants. The blouse is a little lower cut than she'd like, but the pistols tucked in her sash may be the Landlord's idea of compensation.

Now all she needs is some whiskey rum.

[ooc: open until sunday for all your pirate!artemis needs]

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[tragic_mask]

"Off and on."

She gets out a cigarette.

[untiedtheknots]

Artemis pats down her pockets--a little surprised that these pants have pockets--and comes up with a book of matches, which she hands over.

"I've been in and out for about...nine months? I think?"

[tragic_mask]

"Thanks." Melpomene lights up, shaking out the match.

"What brought you here?"

[untiedtheknots]

"Honestly? I was expecting to walk onto my porch."

[tragic_mask]

"Well." She laughs. "This is as good a place as any, to get a view." She gestures out the window.

[untiedtheknots]

"Absolutely. And definitely worth a few wacky costume changes as the price of admission."

[tragic_mask]

"Certainly." Her eyebrow quirks. "I seem to have escaped unscathed... this time."

[untiedtheknots]

Artemis grins.

"Lucky you. Although at least I look better than I did at Mardi Gras."

[tragic_mask]

"I wasn't here. I'll take your word for it, though."

[untiedtheknots]

"I didn't have much in the way of pants," is all she says, before looking for a waitrat to take her drink order.

[tragic_mask]

"Sounds hot," Melpomene deadpans.

[untiedtheknots]

"Dead sexy," she replies in a matching tone.