Sarah at the window

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah was back, and judging by the fact that her pants were made of leather and held on by suction (apparently) and the fact that her top was made of little more than a couple of glittery scarves held together with ribbon and hope, and also the fact that her hair was held up with an impressive array of clips and barrettes -a wonder they didn't add another five pounds alone- it could be surmised that she'd been planning on going somewhere else and had ended up here.

But the observation window as well as the plate of warm chocolate chip cookies, glass of ice cold milk and the copy of The Language of Birds that she'd gotten from Bar, were enough to make up for any crimp in her plans.

Company couldn't hurt either.

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[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"I would most likely be a pile of ashes, but... it would be not much of a practical difference." He sips tea.

"I could compliment your manner of dressing, but my knowledge of earth's fashion styles is sadly lacking." That might have been a teasing joke.

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She smiled slightly, "And if you did, I might just have to move you out of the 'intelligent conversation' category and into the 'dirty old man' category." Not that she knew whether or not he was that much older than she was, but he seemed more world-worn.

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"first, I am not that old." He chuckles. "Second, the most I could say... well, if your clothing is aimed at leaving little to the imagination..."

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She laughed aloud, dusting the crumbs from her fifth... maybe sixth cookie from her fingers, "Well, that is the general idea." She shrugged, "And to help regulate body temperature, dancing in a crowd gets hot, more skin that's exposed to air the easier it is to cool down, sort of like a jackrabbit's ears."

So maybe she was making it up, maybe she wasn't, but it didn't really matter in the grand scheme of things.

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"and it is more eye-catching than having jackrabbit ears?" He smiles, shakes head. "the basics of fashion seem to be the same all over..."

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

The laugh was more of a giggle at that, shaking her head, "Where I'm from jackrabbit ears would be more eyecatching than this would be." She shrugged, "But not necessarily in a good way I suppose."

A slight smile, "Not that this is either, everything's got it's drawbacks, and yes. Fashion basics are ... well, basically the same everywhere. That's why they're basics."

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"get the right kind of attention. well, I compliment you on your choices. they fit the basics well."

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Another smile as she picked up another cookie, debated a moment, and set it down again, sipping at her still icy milk instead, "In that case, thank you."

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

He sips tea. "you are welcome, Rainmaker." A nod, back to his polite, neutral expression. One could swear he would never tease and flirt like he just did.

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She settled back in her seat more comfortably, picking up the cookie again to dip it in her milk, "Please, call me Sarah."

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"you are welcome, Sarah..."

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Another slight smile, and then, for lack of anything better to do, she created a miniature water... well, miniaturemilkpout in her glass, letting it sprinkle back into the surface before taking a sip again and dipping the rest of her cookie.

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

Mace simply drinks tea, watching her a bit.

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

A sigh, "Well, we certainly ran out of topics of conversation all of a sudden didn't we?"

Not that she minded the silence really, it was a comfortable silence and she could continue to watch the storm-swirl of nexus and stars outside the observation window.

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"I am still getting used to being relieved of my duties on the council... and still remembering how to talk with... a woman." He is honest, at least.

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Another smile, ah, that explained it, a little anyway, "Well you shouldn't worry too much about trying to impress me. I won't do anything but get your hopes up then leave you high and dry."

That was Sarah, just how she was on occasion, laying all her cards on the table. Except for the two or three she still had stashed up her nonexistant sleeve.

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"no, you would not." A small misterious smile.

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She arched a brow, dusting cookie crumbs from her fingers again, "Oh? And how do you know that?"

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"I would not let you." A nod.

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Her brow arched then, sizing the man up once more just in case things went wrong, "That sounded like a threat."

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"I know." he smiles again. "but it was not, Sarah. relax."

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She eyed him cautiously once more before settling back again, tugging at the bangles on her wrists again, twisting them around full circle.

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"you are always with your guard up."

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She nodded, the smile almost sheepish, "Kind of have to be back home, people don't take well to it when they find out what I am."

Which could be either the fact that she was Gen Active, or the fact that she was very much a lesbian.

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

The concept makes Windu stop and ponder... a planet where people are unused to the unusual... "it is... strange... the way people react, at most times, when faced with anything different from themselves."