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[betagainstme]

Alice Cullen entered Milliways with a knowing smile. Futures shifted when she chose this door (the door to a closet in their hallway) and she knew she'd be here.

And on her own this time! She'd only ever come with Edward but hey! What's the worst that could happen? After all, she's a Cullen and she's brave. She survived so very long on her own.

Bravery, however, doesn't cover the awkwardness of ordering a glass of blood from Bar. Luckily, it comes in a plastic cup that isn't clear. She'd not want to subject the rest of the bar to that.



[tiny tag: alice cullen. tags may be slow; at work and then stressing out about school, room cleaning and laundry washing D:]

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[badinlatin]

There's never really enough privacy in Milliways to truly go unseen, especially when you are as...unique, as the blood-ordering young lady within Mal's earshot.

"There goes that question," Mal offers amiably, intentional non-sequitur.

[betagainstme]

Alice turns on her toes, her cup o'blood held carefully between her fingers. She tilts her head, gracefully, smiling at him.

"Hello."

[badinlatin]

"Wèi, miss." Mal doesn't continue immediately - he is still giving Alice the once-over he tends to give every new face Mal crosses paths with here.

Weird, he surmises. Pretty, complete potential to be nice enough, but probably weird.

Milliways.

Mal extends one hand. "Reynolds. Mal Reynolds."

[betagainstme]

She knows his name the moment before he says it, so forgive her if her smile is a little familiar.

"Alice Cullen." She replies, setting her glass on Bar and stepping forward lightly to shake his hand. Hers is freezing, though she acts as if nothing is off. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Reynolds."

[badinlatin]

The hand pulls back so quick from the cold that it would appear to others to be rude. Mal balls his hand into a fist to get the temperature to rise in his fingertips.

Yup. Weird.

"Vampire, refrigerator lady or other?" Mal inquires with a smile on his face. "Just curious."

[betagainstme]

She glances down as she laughs, a soft tinkling noise. "Vampire. I won't suck your blood, I promise."

She gestures at her cup. "It's not human blood."

[badinlatin]

That's probably more of a comfort to Mal than it might be to others who shouldn't have experience with such things.

"Good to hear. Think it'd be a bit of a conversational non-starter if you tried, Miss Alice."

[themidnightson]

He was reading Ovid in the original Latin.

But he's stopped - with the corners of his mouth upturning - for the wonder in a new set of well known thoughts.

[betagainstme]

After receiving her cup of blood, she wanders over to where she sees her brother. "Edward."

[themidnightson]

He picked up a ribbon from where it lay across his thigh, dropping it into the crease of the book and closing it, as he fixed her with an errantly amused expression.

"Alice."

[betagainstme]

Alice glances down at the book he was reading and the mun resists a Growing Up Cullen style joke.

"Is this one you haven't read fifteen times?" She fiddles with her hair to hide her grin.

[themidnightson]

Edward's mun denies you on your abilities of resistance. :P

"The Heriodes." He said, following her smile and the thoughts that went with all of it. His gaze flickered to the cup in her hands, the fastest flicker of amused disgust before his face was still closer to content.

Edward does not approve of the blood slurpee already - three books too early.

[betagainstme]

Noooo~*~

She catches the look and gives him one of her own. "What you would rather I do? Run outside and kill a bunny?"

Alice sets the cup on his table, just to taunt him. :|

[mogget_cat]

There isn't a cat twining itself around Alice's ankles, but there is something shaped like a cat doing so.

While purring, even.

[betagainstme]

"Hello," She says cordially, setting her cup down and leaning down to scritch the notcat behind the ear.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael purrrrrrrrrrrrs loudly, leaning hard against her fingers.

"Good evening," he replies, contentedly.

(ooc: Mun is in class for the next hour, so will probably disappear for a while.)

[betagainstme]

"How're you?" She murmurs, letting him bump against her hand.

[mogget_cat]

"Warm, comfortable, well-fed, with a napping spot waiting for me by the fire. Contented, in short," mwrrrs the not'cat in return, too-bright green eyes half-closed.

"And you?"

[betagainstme]

"Well-fed." She grins sharply and in good nature.

[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

Jenny recognises her. Edward's real sister, the girl she inadvertently freaked out last time she met. She has to rectify that. So, with a (not too worried) smile on her face, she walks over.

"Alice, right?"

[betagainstme]

"Yep." Alice smiles, not too worried that Jenny just showed up. "Jenny."

[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

Jenny nods eagerly, smiling a little more brightly. So far, Alice hasn't run away.

And, the best way to continue a conversation, she finds, is usually by question. "What's that you're drinking?"

[betagainstme]

Alice can see Jenny's intent, the decision to rectify the situation from last time, so she's good. She's okay.

Alice glances down at her cup before glancing up at Jenny. "Blood."

[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

Oh. Of course. That does make sense. A lot more so than Edward's habit of ordering drinks he'd never drink.

Head tilt. "What type?"

[betagainstme]

She licks her lips and considers the cup. "I have no idea. I specified for only some sort of animal. Doesn't taste like the locale of Forks."

She takes a sip. "Doesn't really matter, I suppose, as long as I'm not eating people."