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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[Delia is in the bar, curled up in her booth and reading 'the Prince', still]

[jeans, black jumper, hair out, she doesn't look like a lady at all.]

[well, that's good.]

[ooc: Will be back in an hour an a half, or so Back]

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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Delia.

*He crawls into the booth with her.* Hi.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she peers over her book at him]

Hi.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Just hi?

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Good evening, salutations, and a very merry midwinter's eve.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

. . . that'll do nicely. OK.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she closes the book, tilts her head]

And for all that I get just ok? Really...

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Why, whaddya want?

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Dancing lessons.

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny sneaks over and quietly talks to the lady in the booth*

Mind if I sit, sweetheart?

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Why would I mind?

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

Because it's polite to ask. And any ideas I might have had, would have not been that good.
*she smiles*

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she raises her eyebrows, but gestures for Penny to sit down]

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny sits but she is trying to behave herself. so she sits a good distance from Delia.*

How are you, Delia?

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Tired, had a bad dream last night. Yourself?

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

Honey, are you okay?

*she is immediately at Delia's side and kissing her cheek*

I'm here if you need me, you know that.

*Penny grabs Delia's hand and holds it*

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she smiles]

Yeah, I know. It's nothing you can do, just something I need to sort out with a friend.

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

"Hey." It's Ben Hawkins.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[ooc: eep! I'll reply to you after dinner, just saw this]

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Sure.]

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Ben! [and look! there's even a tired smile]

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

He read the title of her book and smiled just a little. He sat down. "D'you want somethin' to drink?"

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, I think I'm drunk enough already. [she shuts the book and puts her elbow on the table, resting her head against her hand]

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

He nodded. "Did I show you last time? What I am?"

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

An alcoholic? [she flushes] Sorry. No, I don't think you did.

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

He gave her a little smile. Yes, Delia is certainly drunk.

He rummaged in his jacket's right pocket and pulled out his pocket knife and flicked up the blade. Using it, he sliced open his left palm and showed her the wound. She's probably seen this part before, but there's something different this time around.

Instead of bleeding a crimson elixir, a deep blue seeped from the wound.