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[leplusbeau]

*Fleur appears sitting her favorite bar stool with a pop. Dressed only in one of Bernard's over-sized long sleeved black shirts, she settles down for a brief tea break.*

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*gets up from her table, taking her magazine with her, goes and sits at the bar*

Hey Fleur

[leplusbeau]

*sips her tea and does not look up at Penny*

Mmm. Salut, mon amie. Having fun?

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

Not tonight, all alone, just a girl and her Rolling Stone
*holds up the magazine*

[leplusbeau]

*eyes narrow and turns to face Penny*

Why iz that? Do tell. It had best be that Rrraph had to remove you from his roomz to prevent more sex.

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

No sex yet, Tequila in large amounts. I needed new clothes and food. And he's not ready for sex, in any amounts. I'm waiting patiently. Personally, I hate when guys pounce me, so I'm certainly not gonna punce him, even if I do want to *blushes*
He's resting, he's fine, I'm fine we just needed a break

[leplusbeau]

Et you will get no where that way. He iz rather slow. You have to be rather forward to get hiz attention.

*takes a drag*

What iz it you want to ask, mon amie? I know you want something. Iz fine. We are friendz. I am juste very possessive of my friendz happiness, iz all.

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

So I need to pounce huh?

That was what I wanted actually. Its not like dead fish no action, he kissed me without much goading. Its not like a I just want to screw him and let him go. *blushes*

[leplusbeau]

Non, not pounce. Very straight forward, iz all. He likez to think he iz in control. If he thinkz he iz not in charge, he iz gruff and huffy. A little manipulation iz not so bad.

Mmm, so did I. Kissing iz not hard. He knowz what that iz. Iz the other thingz that he needz to know while he can.

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

well, god, i'm already falling for him, how much do I gotta do?
*hides her head in her hands*

[bob_the_skull]

"Ooh ooh ooh." Bob whistles. "What have we here?"

[leplusbeau]

*lighting a cigarette with a flame balanced on the tip of her finger*

Veela.


You are a naughty bowl.

[bob_the_skull]

"I am not a bowl. I am an air spirit. You try living in a skull for a few hundred years and see what pretty things make your day."

[leplusbeau]

*picks up the skull*

*thinks hard*

*shrugs*

*lays a kiss on his bony mouth*

I make your century.

[bob_the_skull]

Sighs happily. "Call Harry, tell him I'm never coming home."

[leplusbeau]

Mmm, you have a 'arry too? Wizard? Funny scar? Hero complex? Need freedom from your imprisionment? My boyfriend iz very good with dynamite.

[bob_the_skull]

"Harry's a wizard. No scar. Bit of a hero complex - thinks he can save the world or something. Freedom..." another sigh, "...would be nice, but, I'm afraid dynamite would do more harm than good. Daylight does bad things to my complexion." Chuckles a bit.

[leplusbeau]

Too many 'arryz. Toooooooo many.

Oh? Sure you are not vympire in there?

So, what are you when you are not trapped in a skull? *raps little on Bob with her knuckles*

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

Didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to women with more body than you *grins*

[bob_the_skull]

"Ooh. Quick wit. I like you."

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

Well it was either that or soe reference to 'a little head', but you already have one so I went with a nother one
*grins*
I'm Penny.

[bob_the_skull]

Smirks a little at the 'little head' comment, but thinks that would be equally as witty and lets it slide. "Pleasure, Penny. Call me Bob."

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

Bob, nice to meet you. *chuckles*

[bob_the_skull]

"So, what do people do around here?" His eyelights flutter bright for a bit.

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

Drink, try to get former turtles to like us, ok that's just me. *grins* we mingle and drink its just a big party.

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

*The Angel appears next to her at the bar, her wings not showing right now*

Atlantean please.

*She sits and sips her drink*