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Post by Faith on May 5, 2007 19:07:04 GMT -5
*Faye put her inn in order, as much as she could, given that ghosts really had no need of hospitality, really. But, she supposed, comfort was comfort, so she tried to make it as cheery and cozy a place as possible, even managing to light a fire.*
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 5, 2007 19:09:12 GMT -5
*Will walked through the wall as Faye came back down stairs.*
"Hey nonny, Miss. I hope you're not closing up for the night."
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Post by Faith on May 5, 2007 19:11:47 GMT -5
*Faye looked up and smiled, shaking her head.*
"Not at all, sir. Would you like a room for the night?"
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 5, 2007 19:13:08 GMT -5
*Will smiled gratefully, if somewhat tiredly.*
"To be honest...I'm not sure what I want. It's been a rough night...what I'd really like is a drink."
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Post by Faith on May 5, 2007 19:15:19 GMT -5
"Certainly!"
*Faye poured him some metaphysical brandy into a fine glass and handed it to him.*
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 5, 2007 19:17:24 GMT -5
*Will took it with a thankful smile and slumped into a seat. He looked up to her.*
"You are a saint."
*Comforted by the glass in his hand, he looked her over subtly.*
"My patron saint if I'm lucky."
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Post by Faith on May 5, 2007 19:18:36 GMT -5
"Patron? Forgive me, Mr. Shakespeare, but I'm just an inn keeper, not a noblewoman. I can't afford to patronize any artists."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 5, 2007 19:20:12 GMT -5
*Will smiled coyly.*
"Well...perhaps if not a patron saint, you'd be my muse instead? I'm afraid I have been a bit lacking..."
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Post by Faith on May 5, 2007 19:22:09 GMT -5
*Faye blushed prettily.*
"I'm a simple girl, Mr. Shakespeare..." *she shook her head modestly.* "I could never presume to be any kind of inspiration."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 5, 2007 19:27:41 GMT -5
*Will shook his head and gestured to the chair across from him.*
"Please... I would rather you not be to complex. Women are complicated enough by design. There is a beauty in simplicity, raw charm. It is the most divine of loveliness."
*He swigged his drink.*
"And you, Miss...you have that beauty in spades."
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Post by Faith on May 5, 2007 19:31:08 GMT -5
*Faye bit her lip, feeling awkward.*
"Th-thank you, I suppose. I'd like to try and help. Er--what is a muse to do?"
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 5, 2007 19:34:54 GMT -5
*Will's smile broke wide with a soft laugh.*
"Why Miss...a muse inspires. She is a great blessing to men like myself."
*He took another swig and looked up to her with big eyes.*
"Do you mind? That you...inspire me?"
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Post by Faith on May 6, 2007 13:42:07 GMT -5
*Faye shook her head.*
"No, sir. If I may assist you in some way, that is a good thing, I think."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 6, 2007 13:48:56 GMT -5
*Will caught her eye a little bit longer than was appropriate. Then he looked to his empty glass and held it up to her. He gave her big puppy eyes.*
"Could I trouble you to assist me to some more then?"
*He gave a coy smile.*
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Post by Faith on May 6, 2007 14:46:01 GMT -5
*Faye half-smiled and poured him another glass of brandy.*
"Last one, though--I'm not going to let you drink yourself into a stupor. Drunks rarely begin any creative endeavours of note."
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