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Mike doesn't bound down the stairs today. No, instead he sedately wanders down with a rather large covered basket under his arm. It looks something like a sewing basket. He takes a seat at an out of the way table, and begins to unpack various and sundry sewing supplies.

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Mike shoots the woman a winning smile. It's not exactly award winning, but only for lack of not having entered actual awards.

~~The woman hands him a blue ribbon - no wait...~~ The corners of her mouth do twitch, though. A little.

"Excuse me," she calls to him in question, "Do you have a brother?"

"Me? Nope. I've got three."

A polite smile.

"Is one of them called Raph?"

"Only when he's not being called by other four letter words."

Swinging her legs dramatically, the woman descends from her bar stool, taking care to sweep up her martini glass with one ring-bedecked hand. She then sashées over to where Mike is sewing.

"Have you seen him around recently? I need to talk to him."

"Depends."

The drink is sipped, an eyebrow is raised. "On?"

"Why you want to talk to him. I'd hate to lose my Little Brothers of America membership if I wasn't the prerequsite amount of nosey."

[ooc: *cough* still a woman...]

"We were going to go shopping for lacy underwear together."

[ooc: i'll fix soon.}

"You sure you don't mean Michaelangelo and not Raphael?"

She grins. "We can arrange our own trip, darling.

"Actually I need to talk to him about - uh - his girlfriend."

"Nothing cheap. I'm a dignified lady.

This story just gets better and and vague'r as it goes."

She tilts her head. "So. Have you seen him?"

"I have. Grew up with the guy. Kind of hard to do that and not see someone.
...
Oh you meant today. Sorry. Though, I do know he'll be at a Soiree me and Indy are throwing on Sunday. I'm sure you could catch up with him there."

"Sounds good. I am a soir kind of person, after all. Thanks for the invite; I'll see you there."

She touches him on the shoulder. "And we'll have to make that shopping date sometime, darling."

"I think that can be arranged. Do I get a name with that standing invitation?"

She grins.

"Maybe on Sunday."

And just like that, she's gone. Dames, eh?

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