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[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways

Leigh-Cheri carefully opens the front door to the bar. The light is blinding, and she does her best to keep her eyes down towards the ground, at least until she adjusts.
She is a lovely girl in her early twenties with true red hair. We know this because she is totally naked, and well....the carpet matches the drapes.

The background noise of the bar doesn't seem to bother her. In fact, she doesn't seem to notice it at all. Those paying close attention would notice a bright pink hearing aid in her left ear. Well, those that can get their eyes past her breasts. They are quite magnificent.

Her eyes now adjusted, she hazards a look into the room. Where she is, is unimportant, so long as she has him. Lo and behold, there he is. She'd know him anywhere, though the red hair does help sometimes. Weaving her way through the crowd she makes her way over to Bernard.

When she gets to him she wraps both arms and one leg around him. A love bite on the magic spot just behind his right ear leaves a red candly like button.

"Hello dragonbait", she purrs.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard jumps, nearly dropping Ophelia off his lap, and whirls around*

What the fuck?

[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

All those years of cheering, along with the attention of Bernard, have made her limber enough to not lose her balance as he stands. She steps closer.

"Yes, exactly. Now if your friends will just excuse us."

[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks just stares for a second*

...Bernard? What...?

[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

*Ophelia squeaks and nearly tumbles to the floor. She finds herself squashed rather oddly and uncomfortably, and settles for glaring at Leigh-Cheri. This is her cuddle time.*

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley's eyebrows disappear into his hairline. He maybe chokes a little on his coffee*

[leplusbeau]

*Fleur STARES.*

Oh pretty.

Iz my girlfriend you also kinda of humping there. 'ello. Fleur. We should get to know each other. *She takes a long look.* Nice drapez.

[locks_it_up]

Death looks up at this...

...and turns back to examining her nails.

"Hooboy."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Mouth hanging open in shock, Bernard tries to shrug off the naked redhead.*

Um.

*He looks over at Nymphadora, then at Ophelia, Fleur, and Crowley.*

I--

Do I know you?

[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

She smiles in a way that would be seductive, if she wasn't so innocent looking.

"Ooooh we're playing that game tonight, are we? Okay. Who do you want me to be?"

[leplusbeau]

*Fleur reaches out and runs her hand along the girl's side, her fingers coming to rest just along the outside her of her breast to get her attention. What?*

If he doez not know you, may I get to know you? What iz your name, cherie?

[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks' cheeks are slowly darkening to magenta*

Excuse me. I think you might be mistaking him for someone else. Miss.

*her hand twitches at her side, near where he wand sticks out of her pocket*

[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

*The new girl is standing on the hem of her dress and has some of Ophelia's hair caught in her fingers - and Tonks and Bernard are upset. Ophelia glares unhappily. There may or may not be thorns involved.*

[aj_crawley]

*without appearing to look at all concerned, Crowley subtly slides his coffee cup over to a part of the table that is... slightly less within blast radius*

[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

When she feels the touch at her side she closes her eyes momentarily and leans in for more. When she reopens her eyes and sees both of Bernard's arms at his side, she turns and jumps at the interloper.

"Excuse ME! Just who do you think....and it's LEIGH-Cheri, thank you. Princess Leigh-Cheri."

Pulling rank always works.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard laughs, a little hysterically, and removes her arm from around his neck.*

Holy shit.

Baby, it appears that you and I are not sucking the same orange.

I've never met you before in my life.

[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

"Oh no you don't, Bernard Mickey Wrangle! That's not going to work on me this time. Even if you do have the balls to say it to my face."

She taps at the hearing aid. The resulting static causes her to mis-hear his last sentence as: Have you all here met my wife. She turns to the crowd and smiles.

"I'm Leigh-Cheri Furstenberg-Barcelona, his wife.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard. Just. Gapes.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks looks as though she's been punched in the stomach; she looks from Leigh-Cheri to Bernard, hurt and confused*

[aj_crawley]

*oh dear. There goes the coffee*

[leplusbeau]

*Fleur sits back, in utter shock herself. She reaches out across the table and lightly touches Tonks hand, and keeps her grip on Ophelia. She loses her smile and says nothing.*

[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

*Ophelia, apparently deciding that something needs to be done about the intruder, grabs Leigh-Cheri's chin and jerks her head around so they are facing each other. Her voice is very clear and cold, and thorns flicker in and out between her knuckles, not yet hurting anyone, but very much there.*

Go. Away.

[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

She gasps in shock...and a bit of horror. Really, it's not the thorns, it's the fact that this little woman is telling her what to do. I mean, really! The nerve!

Equally as clear and cold.

"Take your hands off of me."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Reacting quickly, Bernard picks Ophelia up and deposits her with Fleur with a look that says "You fucking restrain her." He turns to the others, and looks at Nymphadora as he speaks.*

I'm not married.

[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks looks minutely relieved at his words, and turns to Leigh-Cheri. Her grey eyes are like steel*

Look, he says he doesn't know you. Maybe you'd better explain yourself. Right now.

[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

In all the confusion with portals to land with no suns, Leigh-Cheri has settled her stomach, stood up, and left the table of Bernard's friends. She's not sure where she's going, or what's she going to when she gets there, but any place is better than that table.

She makes it a point to be nonjudgemental against her inanimate brothers and sisters before making their aquaintence. Having met that particular table, she's fairly certain she does not like it. The glass of water and lemon, on the other hand, was quite understanding to her plight, and was a brilliant conversationalist.

She wanders the bar, still wrapped in the sheath dress the blonde witch had given her. She tries various and sundry doors, before finally settling on an unlocked linen closet.

It reminds her Bernard...everything reminds her of Bernard, but at this moment, there's just this. She curls up into a ball at the back corner of the closet, and drifts off to sleep.

Tomorrow she will find her key.