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Post by Adrienne on Dec 31, 2008 22:29:52 GMT -5
"How very American of you." *She said, smiling in a manner which could only be described as French. But it wasn't a refusal.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Dec 31, 2008 22:36:35 GMT -5
*Smiling, he went into his pocket, pulled out some huge bill and called over the barkeep.*
"A glass of your finest bourbon for the Lady," *he said, slipping the bill into the barkeep's pocket and patting it affectionately.* "And an entire bottle of that single malt."
*The barkeep hurried away and quickly brought what was requested.*
"Have you ever been in America?" *he asked, pouring himself more of the scotch.*
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Post by Adrienne on Dec 31, 2008 22:38:08 GMT -5
"Never outside of France, actually, unless you count one trip to Italy when I was three. I don't remember it."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Dec 31, 2008 22:41:26 GMT -5
"Such a shame..." *he muttered.*
*Chuck took a swig.*
"Would you like me to describe it to you, then?" *he said, moving a tad bit closer.*
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Post by Adrienne on Dec 31, 2008 22:42:45 GMT -5
*She laughed.* "I'd rather be surprised if I ever do go."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Dec 31, 2008 22:47:07 GMT -5
"Come on," *he begged.* "It's really very different from here: cars, planes, tvs, iPods, computers..."
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Post by Adrienne on Dec 31, 2008 22:48:56 GMT -5
*She frowned.*
"What?"
*She suddenly got the distinct feeling that he was from a future time zone. And her stomach, traitorous thing, did a little flipflop. She'd heard about cars, but the other things... had he come from an undocumented time?*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Dec 31, 2008 22:52:19 GMT -5
"Oh yeah," *he said, something clicking as he realized he had gotten her attention.* "21st century in Manhattan's upper East side. Gorgeous."
*If he wasn't so intent on seducing the girl, he would've remembered all the reasons why he left. He took another long sip as those memories threatened to bubble up.*
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Post by Adrienne on Dec 31, 2008 22:53:46 GMT -5
"Tw-twenty-first century?! Mais c'est impossible! Vignt-un-ieme siecle, vraiment?" *Blue eyes widened and she started to look distinctly excited.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Dec 31, 2008 22:59:08 GMT -5
"Mais c'est très possible," *he said smoothly without much of an American accent.* "Evidemment. I'm here, aren't I?"
*Another drink.*
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Post by Adrienne on Dec 31, 2008 23:02:21 GMT -5
"No, no, I've met people from the twentieth century... but the twenty-first?! What year? Are there men living on the moon yet?! How did you get here? Did you land at the opera house?!"
*She took a breath.*
"Désolée. I should explain. I'm running a study on the cross-dimensional attraction properties of Paris, France, and I haven't yet met a jumper from the twenty-first century."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Dec 31, 2008 23:08:56 GMT -5
*He just kinda stared at her as she rattled off questions. He seems quite impressed instead of put off.*
"It's quite alright. You're a woman ahead of your time. I don't think most women these days know how to spell half the things you just said let alone study it," *he said, relaxing back into his seat and taking another sip.*
"But to answer your questions: I'm from the year 2008, men are not living on the moon yet, I have no idea how I got here and no, I didn't land at the opera house. I just... got on a plane, got off, checked into a hotel, fell asleep. When I woke up I was here in the 19th century."
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Post by Adrienne on Dec 31, 2008 23:15:56 GMT -5
"Really? A plane? What's that? 2008? Did anything happen when the millenium changed?"
*She continued to rattle off questions, but when she was excited like this she really didn't care about specific answers. It was clear she was her father's daughter--when she got worked up about something, she tuned everything else out. Her delicate hands gestured expressively; her cheeks flushed a petal-pink against porcelain skin; her hair began to work loose from its severe bun, and she poked her tongue out of the corner of her mouth as she thought up yet more questions.*
"Would you mind coming to my office sometime so I could formally question you?"
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Post by Chuck Bass on Dec 31, 2008 23:24:47 GMT -5
*Two-thirds of a big bottle and he was definitely starting to feel the booze. He watched her, trying very hard to pay attention. But nothing really registered through his ears... just through his eyes. Her hands, her hair, her skin. If she looked half as glorious as this in bed--*
"I'd be happy to," *he said slowly, in a deep whisper, leaning in a little.* "But... being a son of a businessman, I learned very early on to always think of how something would benefit me as well as the other person."
*He took another drink.*
"How exactly would that benefit me?"
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Post by Adrienne on Dec 31, 2008 23:28:00 GMT -5
"You've never done something completely altruistic?" *She asked, blatantly ignoring the sexual innuendo.*
*She felt as if she already knew the answer.*
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