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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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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Dancing lessons.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*raises an eyebrow* No go. You don't want me stepping on your feet anyway . . .

Although on second thought that does sound rather appealing.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she sniffs]

Not from you, idiot. You are a worse dancer then your sister.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Ordinarily, Thom would snicker at that and say it's quite the accomplishment.

But he looks at Delia instead and* That's not funny, Dell.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[softly] Why not?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

. . . she's not here to defend herself.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Oh?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*harshly* Oh.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Thommy, where has your sister gone now?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

She's on a ship with a man who wears too much makeup. Eating apples.

It's not anywhere we know.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she's too tired to laugh, so she just rubs her head]

Friend?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

I . . .

*Thom thinks, biting his lip.* I saw him . . . once, a long time ago . . .

I don't know.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[quietly] So that's what you were doing last night, trying to find her?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom glances up sharply.* -- you saw . . . ?

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

You. With a mirror. And a red-haired man cutting your arm. Then I left.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*reddens and looks away* . . . oh.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[mimics] oh.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*He sighs, running a hand through his hair.* I can't tell if you're lying.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Not lying so much as leaving out...Lucifer, wasn't his name? But, I was more then a little drunk, and things were starting to look confusing.

[she looks at him curiously]

For instance, were you really pushed onto the table so the red-haired man could kiss you, or did I just imagine that bit for some unknown and alcohol-related reason?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

You must have imagined it. You poor drunk h0r.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Sure I did.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom frowns at her.* You think that was my idea?

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

No, of course not.

I know you.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*He's so damned tired . . .

Sighs.* Fine. I . . . whatever.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

You need sleep, you know.

[he's not the only one who is tired]