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[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

The door to the llinen closet opens, and Leigh-Cheri gracefully exits.
She's sleep rumpled and wearing only the dress the blonde witchy woman forced upon her the night before, but somehow on her it works. Maybe a little too well.
There's no left over sign that she'd been crying, which is good as redheads get all blotchy after crying. It's very unattractive, and if she's to win this war she's found herself drafted into, she must look her best at all times.

As she makes her into the bar proper her eyes shoot daggers at the offending table. She tries to brighten her mood with thoughts of the pleasent drinking glass and the ever so polite broom that woke her this morning.

The first thing she sees is a very familar face. Steeling her resolve, she makes her way over.

Two can play at this game.

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[notyour-broom.livejournal.com]

*Broom attempts to hide upon seeing her*

[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

The attempts are thwarted. She spies the boom, stops, and drops into a very low and formal curtsey.

[notyour-broom.livejournal.com]

*Broom freezes, and presses against Bar for support and comfort*

[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

"Thank you very much for the wake up call this morning. I would have slept through the day otherwise."

[notyour-broom.livejournal.com]

. . . it was not a problem. I was merely leaving for my shift. I prefer to have my room to myself from this point forward, however.

[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

She bites her bottom lip, her face frought with worry.

"I'm so so so sorry. I should have asked first. It's just, well I have having some problems with the table, you see...and wasn't thinking clearly. I didn't mean to impose, I just...i had nowhere else to go."

[notyour-broom.livejournal.com]

Bar generally provides room keys to all who need them; the rooms upstairs are more spacious and, likely, comfortable than my closet.

[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

"Oh but your closet is glorious. It is simple, yet elegant. The sheets sing and the buckets and mops...why they glide about. It's ... it's one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen."

You'd think she was talking about a priceless work of art.

"I understand the need for solitude, believe me I do...but please, don't send me away. Not to some other room."

Biting her bottom lip in a way that might make a human male weak in the knees.

"please?"

[notyour-broom.livejournal.com]

*even Broom doesn't think of the closet this way. Broom is clearly quite creeped out by the prospect of spending another night with her*

Both my beloved and I prefer that you take up residence elsewhere.

[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

Her disappointment is palpable.

"Is there another closet that isn't being occupied. Or...an attic or something?"

[notyour-broom.livejournal.com]

*Broom is clearly grasping for an escape from this conversation*

That would be a matter best brought up with the Barman.

[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

She sighs and chances a glance at Bernard.

"I don't think he's going to be much help there."

[notyour-broom.livejournal.com]

No, he is quite helpful to those in need, especially pertaining to making sure that all have adequate rooms and enough to eat.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*eh? Whats that? Tim turns his head to follow the redhead as she moves, frowning.Hmmm... He rubs his eyes. Theres something... He Nods his head to her.*

Good evening miss.

[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

Her eyes linger on Bernard as the rest of her body turns towards...well this person addressing her.

"Good evening."

The voice is sing-song.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim winces at the voice, then steadies himself.*

Are you new here Miss? i don't recall seeing you around before.

[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

Thinking this is yet another oasis in her never ending exploration of the Camel Light desert...

"Oh no. Well, this is the firt time I've been inside this particular place, but I've seen it hundreds of times."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Thats a new one. Milliways always throws surprises at Tim.*

I'm sorry... you say you'd seen Milliways before?

[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

She nods, doe eyes searching for signs of compassion in the as yet un-introduced stranger.

"There's an oasis in every desert."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Oh, all the signs are there. Even sleepy, tim looks the consumate welcome wagon, compassionate and understanding.*

I suppose so. I've enver been one for deserts....

*He offers a hand*

Sir Timothy Hunter, bar security, at your service.

[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

The little worse for wear that she is, only makes her more inviting to the eyes.

"There's no better way to appreciate the lush than to experience the desolate."

She takes his hand in hers. Soft. Pale.

"Princess Leigh-Cheri Furstenberg-Barcelona."

She smiles.

"Yum."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*He kisses her hand like a gentleman*

Enchante dear princess.

*And then he bows.*

Forgive me m'lady, i did not know i was in the presence of Royalty....

*And fo course, being English, royalty actually means something. He raises his head slightly, to catch her eyes.*

Yum?

[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

Just like Fizel. Perfect.
She smiles an innocent, lopsided smile.

"It's my mantra."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim has the bizzare feeling he's just been wrapped around someones finger. But hey, y'know, nothing better to do.*

Ah... I've always been fond of "Indeed" myself... it focuses my mind rather excellently. Perfect for channeling natural energies into magical power.

[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

Eyes alight with recognition.

"Really? I do that too. Well, not with my mantra...but with pyramids."

Her day has just been made.