http://devils-dandy.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] devils-dandy.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2005-10-20 09:08 pm

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Montparnasse is still here. He can't leave after all. He's never going to be happy about this fact. And yet, he's not having a particularly bad day. He's seen few enough people he knows, therefore the people he has spoken to haven't all hated him. Silly them.

Then again he doesn't really care if people do, as long as he doesn't have to hear about it.
So come bother him. Hate him or not. He might snark either way. Or be completely indifferent. Only one way to find out.

[identity profile] iamnotstorm.livejournal.com 2005-10-21 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
She flicked her fingers dismissively again, "Pfeh."

Then of course came the magic trick, which consisted of rolling a half-dollar across her knuckles and making it dissappear. Which was simple really, if you caught it right with the thumb it could be dropped right into a sleeve with no one noticing.

[identity profile] iamnotstorm.livejournal.com 2005-10-21 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Sarah pouted, she had quite a spectacular pout when she put her mind to it, "The least you could do is call me clever."

[identity profile] iamnotstorm.livejournal.com 2005-10-21 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Ooh, those are better." She smiled further, chin resting on her hands, elbows on the table, "Say them again."

[identity profile] iamnotstorm.livejournal.com 2005-10-21 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Sarah's own arched brow was juuuust this side of devious, "And what are you looking for in exchange?"

[identity profile] iamnotstorm.livejournal.com 2005-10-21 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Sarah snorted, flopping back in her seat then, shaking her head, "And people ask why I'm a lesbian." Another dismissive sound and a flick of her fingers.

[identity profile] iamnotstorm.livejournal.com 2005-10-21 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
As much as she tried, she couldn't -not- smirk at that, shaking her head, "Of course you do."

There was only a moment's hesitation, likely for dramatic effect, before she ruffled his hair again, just because she could.

[identity profile] iamnotstorm.livejournal.com 2005-10-21 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
She shok her head, just un-fixing it again, hell, it amused her anyway, "Nope."

[identity profile] iamnotstorm.livejournal.com 2005-10-21 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
That's her job after all.
... well, sort of. She does manage to catch the rat herself, and ask for a hot cocoa. This one comes purple with little blue swirls in.

She eyed it critically for a moment, shaking her head, "I think Bar's trying to cheer everyone up, hence the... eye-hurty cocoa."

[identity profile] iamnotstorm.livejournal.com 2005-10-21 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
Knowing Bar, she'd do it too, and not just green, chartruse.

She shrugged, "Still tastes like cocoa though, that's the important part."

[identity profile] iamnotstorm.livejournal.com 2005-10-21 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Or Ecru, which just isn't appetizing at all.

Sarah shrugged, "don't know if the logic is the same for men, but there's two kinds of women in the world, those who like chocolate, and total bitches."

[identity profile] iamnotstorm.livejournal.com 2005-10-21 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Sarah couldn't help but laugh at that, it was sheer luck she didn't spray cocoa out her nose as she did so.

She had honestly never heard anyone, let alon a man, admit to being a total bitch.