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Post by Valmont on Jan 2, 2008 17:54:16 GMT -5
"Indeed," *Valmont murmured, though his eyes danced. He thought he would rather enjoy the conflict of personality that Madame Giry and Monsieur Flashman here surely meant. For his part, his money was on Giry; this man was all bluster. But it did not follow that Valmont would back her in this fight.
There was, after all, something to be gained.*
"La Sorelli's caught your fancy, then?"
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Post by Harry Flashman on Jan 2, 2008 17:56:23 GMT -5
"By reputation only as yet," Flashman replied, "But it's a damned fine reputation. And there's something about the ballet..."
He mused for a second on what that something was. Fine lithe bodies and a certain amount of nervous excitability.
"... the artistic soul." He finished. "Nothing like it."
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Post by Valmont on Jan 2, 2008 17:59:45 GMT -5
"Yes," *Valmont agreed vaguely.* "I saw her once. In Italy. And you are discerning. There is, indeed, something in the nature of the artiste that is lacking in much society. A certain... flexibility. Of spirit."
*Ahh, youth. Ballet was one arena that was honest about a girl's viability as she got older.*
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Post by Harry Flashman on Jan 2, 2008 18:06:02 GMT -5
Bravo Valmont, thought Flashman who had spotted the "flexibility" joke a second before Valmont made it. This fellow can open the right doors. Among other things.
Time for some self deprecation to allow him to be one-up and possibly obligated.
"Embarrassed to admit it m'lord, but being new in town I'm not even on the visiting list of the mamas as yet. I'd hate to impose but if you know of any soiree that would be suitable for me to make my hellos...?"
Come on you bloody frog-eater, take pity on the poor benighted Roast-Beef and get me an invitation somewhere.
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Post by Valmont on Jan 2, 2008 18:28:01 GMT -5
*Valmont appraised him for the barest moment before answering. So quickly that the hesitation might be noticed--but only just.*
"Certainly," *he said.* "Tomorrow night. Shall I call for you at the Much Better Hotel Than the Hilton?"
*Flashman, in Valmont's estimation, was liable to fall spectacularly flat. And it was more amusing than not to have a front row seat.*
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Post by Harry Flashman on Jan 2, 2008 18:38:16 GMT -5
"Delightful, most courteous of you. Here, garcon!" Flashy beckoned over one of the waiting staff. "Another pair of coffees here."
*All he needed was the 'in' and he had just received that...*
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Robert Frost
- In the Duggins -
And miles to go before I sleep
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Post by Robert Frost on Jan 3, 2008 14:14:31 GMT -5
((Philippe will KEEEEL you))
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Post by Satan on Jan 4, 2008 15:20:31 GMT -5
((The temptation is way too great to let Satan end up in a three-way with these guys...))
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Post by Harry Flashman on Jan 4, 2008 15:45:01 GMT -5
(("I can resist anything except temptation," so said that damned "Grandfather Oscar Wilde", the renowned whoopsie and wearer of Dick's hatband, damn his paddy eyes. Good advice though in this case, d'ye see?))
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Post by Valmont on Jan 4, 2008 21:49:03 GMT -5
((You are adorable. That said, I've no idea who I'm going to take you to see.))
*Valmont smiled enigmatically over his second coffee.*
"Anything for a fellow gentleman," *he murmured.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 7, 2008 21:08:18 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Thatcher sat, waiting.*
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Post by Icarus on Jan 7, 2008 21:11:25 GMT -5
*Icarus slipped in, appearing in the chair across from Thatcher as if he'd been there the whole time. He stirred his coffee idly.*
"So...things have been well for you then? You look...."
*He gave him a glance over.*
"...healthy."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 7, 2008 21:14:34 GMT -5
"Well, if you don't have your health..." *said Thatcher with a shrug and a ghost of a smile as he raised his coffee to his lips.*
"And life is treating you fairly or suffering the consequences, I presume?"
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Post by Icarus on Jan 7, 2008 21:18:43 GMT -5
*Icarus cracked a cruel smile.*
"It is. But I doubt that you invited me here for your interest in me. You never were one for such...extraneous details. Which is why you can imagine that you had me so intrigued. Someone close to you? Come now, Thatcher...you must know that gave the game away. What are you playing at?"
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 7, 2008 21:27:37 GMT -5
"The most dangerous game of all," *said Thatcher with a humourless quirking of his sculpted lips.* "A woman."
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