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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]

Comments

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*loftily* I never do.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she raises an eyebrow, scornfully]

Liar, liar, pants on fire...

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom's pants are not engulfed in fire. How dare she.

He scoffs wonderfully.* Don't project.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[calmly]

My pants aren't on fire, either. So I'm not lying.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

They could be . . .

Oh, whatever. I don't care.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Never did, never do, never will. [she nods, and takes another drink of wine]

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

You never what?

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

You. Care.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Correct.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Good.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom considers pulling Delia's hair or something. For old times' sake.

But . . . so tired . . .

He takes a drink instead.*

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Are you sure you didn't dream?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Ok then.

What about?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*He drinks.*

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Alanna?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom snorts.* Like you haven't.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Naturally, but I'm not going to share the details with you. If nothing else, you'd blush.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*He staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaares at her.

And does, indeed, blush.* . . . fwuh.

I didn't need to know that.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she giggles]

You brought it up.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom shakes his head.* You are not helping.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

...I am supposed?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*It must be the wine; Thom colors, muttering* . . . 's.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[Delia stares]

[with her mouth open]

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*He shuts it for her. Gently.*