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Post by Iris on Sept 7, 2008 0:43:53 GMT -5
She stood there, not sure what to say.
"Yes."
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 7, 2008 0:45:35 GMT -5
*He cocked his head at her.*
"Would you like some punch?"
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Post by Iris on Sept 7, 2008 0:48:24 GMT -5
“Yes, of course,” Iris said, glad that one of them knew how to transition from a moment of hostility to relative neutrality.
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 7, 2008 0:49:52 GMT -5
*He offered her an arm, as he'd been trained to do when he was escorting a lady somewhere.*
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Post by Iris on Sept 7, 2008 0:52:29 GMT -5
Iris chewed the inside of her cheek before hesitantly accepting it.
“We should hurry. Your blonde parrot girl is headed towards us.”
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 7, 2008 0:55:51 GMT -5
"Shall we engross ourselves in conversation? Conversation is always an excellent deterrent; nobody wants to interrupt one in-progress." *He said, as he began to lead her toward the refreshment table.*
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Post by Iris on Sept 7, 2008 0:57:34 GMT -5
"We could start with your name."
It was Iris' turn to look sheepish.
"I’m afraid I’ve forgotten it."
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 7, 2008 4:15:13 GMT -5
((*is proud*))
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 7, 2008 9:57:56 GMT -5
*He smiled again.*
"Nicolas."
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Post by Iris on Sept 7, 2008 10:30:16 GMT -5
“Monsieur Nicolas, that was possibly the longest introduction I’ve ever experienced.”
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 7, 2008 10:33:30 GMT -5
"And a very roundabout one at that."
*They were by the punch.*
"Just a moment; one of the old codgers probably spiked it." *He poured some into a cup and took a sip, holding up his index finger as if to say 'just a second.'*
"... yes, I'd say that's been spiked with a very good rum."
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Post by Iris on Sept 7, 2008 10:35:12 GMT -5
Her nose wrinkled in distaste.
“I don’t care very much for alcohol. Is there anything else to drink?”
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 7, 2008 10:35:53 GMT -5
"Watery lemonade?" *He suggested.* "The punch isn't very good anyhow, even without the rum."
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Post by Iris on Sept 7, 2008 10:39:16 GMT -5
“Oh, I knew this was a bad idea. Between roundabout introductions and tampered refreshments, this evening is turning into a catastrophe.”
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 7, 2008 10:41:38 GMT -5
"If you don't think me too forward, I know that the Cafe de la Paix is still open and it's right across the Place de l'Opera from here."
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