Entrance Post

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The door does not swing open, nor slam, nor is it thrown back grandly. It is, in fact, opened very politely. Exceedingly politely. Overly politely. It is a politeness made up of a thousand different desires to scream, throw a temper tantrum, rip someone's head off (literally) and never, ever see another cup of tea, ever again.

This explains the brilliant smile the woman who has just walked in is wearing.

"Milliways," she breathes out, violet eyes going wide. "Oh, thank you very much, it's really been too long." She's an attractive woman, with dark hair pinned up and skin fashionably pale. She's dressed quite stylishly...albeit for 1916, Hobart, Tasmania.

Tasmania.

Lola suspects that she's managed to annoy her boss by the location of her current assignment. But still, there is Milliways, and she makes her way directly over to the bar. And, yes, there is a spring to her step and a certain sway to her hips, because she really can't help herself.


Please note: Lola is dead, human, and a damned soul. To those who are sensitive to such things, there might be something a bit off about her - a faint whiff of fire and brimstone, so to speak.

And this EP is open until it scrolls.

small!tag: lola (damn yankees)

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[not_his_pa]

William looks up from his dime novel as he walks over, she's beautiful and tips his hat, "Ma'am."

[emphasisonthe.livejournal.com]

She smiles at him.

"Good evening."

[not_his_pa]

Which makes him blush, because she looks like a real lady,

"Do you need anything, ma'am?"

[emphasisonthe.livejournal.com]

They are so easy when they are this young.

"Well," she says, "it's been a while since I was here...do you know if anything has changed?"

[not_his_pa]

"Ain't really been here that long myself, ma'am. So don't know what could have changed."

[licensed-pro.livejournal.com]

From a chair a good few feet away, Lola has caught Charles' eye; she's beautiful, he doesn't bother denying those kinda of facts.

He has three assumptions about her off the bat, only one of which is correct--but he doesn't know that. He does, however, smile at her as she passes nearly in front of him. It's a charming, handsome smile to fit a man of much the same description.

[emphasisonthe.livejournal.com]

Lola catches Charles' eye, and gives him a warm, brilliant smile.

Mentally, she's going playboy, with a sideline of either con-man or professional.

So, as one working girl to another (so to speak) she inclines her head invitingly.

[licensed-pro.livejournal.com]

Her best bet would be the latter--that it happens to be true is just a side benefit. He's never been much of a con-man and never really cares to be.

But Charles takes the invitation, and catches up with her at the bar, leaning just slightly against the polished top in a way that says very clearly he's never been streetwalker in the time he's been a prostitute.

[ofthosegoodold]

Applegate senses her presence before she even steps through the door. She's one of his, from his world and his turf, and as such, he always knows where she is. At least, always when he's not in Milliways.

Until now, that is.

He knows he's never felt her here before, but she doesn't seem surprised to see the place at all.

Interesting.

"Buy you a drink, miss?" He appears at her side, smiling, and sweeps off his hat.

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Lola does not flail. Nor does she shriek or scream or even squeak. No, she does not.






Okay.




Maybe that was a little squeak.

"Chief!" Beat, and she recovers, flashing him a brilliant smile. "A drink would be lovely, if you wanted."

[ofthosegoodold]

"Of course." Applegate smiles.

"Bar, give the lady whatever she likes. I'll have a martini."

He rarely bothers to drink in Milliways, but this would seem to be a special occasion.