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[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

This is not just a GIP, whether you think so or not.

It's actually Rose, perched on a stool, making what seem like deals with Bar.

"Just a key for about a week or two for now, 'kay? Or some space when I can't take my sister. Either one."

She's got a List in her hand, and it sure isn't for gift-shopping.

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[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Goldy, just a few empty stools away, lets a knowing smirk creep across her face.

"Taking my advice, I see."

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

"Twice, actually," Rose answers, with a similar smirk. "I am going to be having the best New Year's Eve shindig around. And probably the only one, since I'm inviting everyone. Literally."

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"Ooh. Even lil' old me?" she says with bright (and fake) expectancy.

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

"Everyone means everyone, even you. I'd just ask that the fighting with my sister take place outside -- unless there's someone with a camera, because that could make loads on the internet, especially if there were, like, mudfights -- because she'll blame me otherwise."

This is Rose's innocent face.

If she had one.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"Even me!" she says with feigned triumph. "Hoorah!"

She lifts her arms victoriously, then lets them fall back.

"Snow and I mud wrestling?" Thoughtfully, "As hot as that would no doubt be, I'm not sure she'd be able to get past the dry cleaning issue."

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

"You are so lucky I wasn't drinking anything then, Miss Goldilocks, because it would've been all over your shirt when I choked."

This is where she pointedly doesn't make a comment about licking it off.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"Pah-lease..." she drawls. "Call me Goldy. For old-times sake at least."

A wistful little sigh. "I'd forgive you if you had."

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

"Then I'd be stuck with your dry-cleaning bill, though, and since most of the money I've got is actually Snow's ... there's square one again. Keeps sneaking up on me. Potato chip?"

In the midst of talking, she's pulled a bag of Ruffles from her purse.

One of the best parts of being timeless, ageless, et cetera -- no need to watch your weight.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Yeah, tell Goldy about it. She still tries to eat semi-healthily for some reason, but occasional steaks and burgers make their way into her diet.

She smirks and plucks a few chips from the packet. The first one vanishes with a few simple crunches. "I'd never charge you for my dry-cleaning, darling. Far be it from me to burden Snow anymore."

"And, fyi, the rooms either side of mine are free."

Well doesn't that just tempt a question?

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

Several.

"Which ones are those, hm?" Rose asks innocently, or as innocently as humanly possible.

Which, knowing her, isn't much.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Goldy grins slyly. "Well, that might just be telling..."

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

"Generally, one tells, when asked a question," Rose counters.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"Not, perhaps, when the trustee of the information has a history of back-stabbing," she says, biting her lip just slightly.

There's a wicked grin overlaid. Shit, it's not like it's a big secret, she's just having some fun.

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne's a few seats down, nursing her Christmas Bloody Mary. (It is red and green, after all.)

She's also wearing a glittery pink bikini top.

Go on. You know you want to ask.

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes she does.

Though possibly not the way expected.

Leaning slightly over to get a better look, "Kickass shirt."

[song_tra_bong]

She grins. "Thanks. Christmas present...well, half of it, anyway. Figured the only nice thing to do was wear it."

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

"Someone got you that as a Christmas present? Boyfriend or obsessive crusher or just a girl with taste?"

[song_tra_bong]

"Best friend. He also gave me a new knife and a sniper rifle. I'm getting him his boyfriend covered in chocolate and tied to the bed as a present, but he doesn't know that yet."

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

"That's the kind of present I wish my best friend had gotten me." Her grin's just as menacing as ever, but at the same time? Friendly. Totally.

"Except for the part where my best friend isn't here, and I'm not entirely taken. I am Rose, though. Hi."

[song_tra_bong]

"Mary Anne, pleased to meet you." She nods, still grinning. Menacing has never bothered her much.

"So, where you from?"

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

"A farm in upstate New York."

That's nondescript enough, right?

"And you?"

[song_tra_bong]

"Vietnam."

She takes a sip of her drink.

"Never been to New York. You like it there?"

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

"I've been better places -- Vietnam is not one of them."

That's not saying Rose hasn't ever been to Vietnam, so much as that she didn't like it, but there could be a million reasons for that.

"Step right out of the war? 'Cause I can imagine the bar'd be a good respite from that."

[song_tra_bong]

She nods. "Thought I was headed into a bunker when I got here. As for the war..."

There's something a little more predatory about her expression. "Didn't mind it so much."

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

"I'm not so much for revolutions anymore. They get messy. 'Course, if you like messy, then it's just right for you. In the army, then?"

Yes, she does sound impressed.

Girl power or something.