Cécile Jammes
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I do *not* dance like a calf in a field!
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Post by Cécile Jammes on Sept 8, 2008 17:40:33 GMT -5
*It was then that Jammes poked her head over Iris's shoulder and read the thing, breaking into tipsy giggles.*
"Nicki d'Enjolras gave you his calling card?" *She gasped, giggling all the way through.* "Oh they've got just scads of money! How on earth did you manage to catch his attention?! He's notoriously uninterested."
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 8, 2008 17:48:37 GMT -5
"You're drunk, Cécile," Meg said flatly, raising an eyebrow at the other dancer who'd wandered over.
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Cécile Jammes
- Ingenious Pilot -
I do *not* dance like a calf in a field!
Posts: 142
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Post by Cécile Jammes on Sept 8, 2008 17:51:00 GMT -5
*Cecile shook her head vehemently.*
"No! I'm just a little *hic* tipsy!"
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 8, 2008 17:53:04 GMT -5
Meg put what may have been a protective arm around Iris's shoulders and walked her away from the leering Jammes.
"We... we tend to be a bit fond of drink in our line of work," she whispered at Iris.
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Cécile Jammes
- Ingenious Pilot -
I do *not* dance like a calf in a field!
Posts: 142
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Post by Cécile Jammes on Sept 8, 2008 17:54:12 GMT -5
*Jammes skipped uncoordinatedly off to partake of more champagne.*
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Post by Iris on Sept 8, 2008 18:47:39 GMT -5
Iris touched Meg’s arm in thanks before continuing.
“She may have had too much punch, but she is right. Why would he give me, of all people, his calling card? All I did was run away from him, call him cowardly, and then let him take me out for tea.”
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 8, 2008 18:55:48 GMT -5
"Maybe he doesn't get put in his place often."
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Post by Iris on Sept 8, 2008 19:00:20 GMT -5
“But he was being followed by two different women!”
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 8, 2008 21:08:26 GMT -5
"...oh."
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Post by Iris on Sept 9, 2008 19:50:29 GMT -5
“Honestly, what kind of person - ”
She momentarily stopped her ranting and let out a huff of exasperation.
“I am sorry, Meg. I’m being juvenile and self-indulgent. If anyone has the right to be upset, it’s you. I abandoned you here.”
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 9, 2008 21:50:38 GMT -5
"Oh, no, I like parties! I was just wondering where you went!"
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Post by Iris on Sept 10, 2008 19:06:53 GMT -5
“I was carried off by a gentleman who would rather dance with cheeky sprats than stunning ladies in horrendous gowns. He had a certain charm, I suppose; until he said or did something insufferable.”
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 10, 2008 23:15:18 GMT -5
"Insufferable how?" Meg asked. "From the look on your face, I can suppose there was a multitude of different options of insufferability?"
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Post by Iris on Sept 12, 2008 22:36:33 GMT -5
Iris’ expression changed repeatedly as she recounted the events of the evening to her friend.
“When we first met, he tried to be witty but he came off as loutish. Though, some of his joking was rather clever. And he was incredibly kind, even when I behaved worse than he had.
Nevertheless, the things he said about my appearance were intolerable! It’s more painful to have someone tell you lies just to be kind than to have them call you a hound.
But he was rather sweet toward the end of the evening. He even said he would introduce me to an artist he knows. Then he had to ruin it by kissing me!”
Iris was very grateful that Meg was willing to listen to her prattle about a boy who she barely knew.
“I suppose I found Nicolas unbearable because I’m not quite sure what to think about him. He’s different than most men.”
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 13, 2008 0:24:51 GMT -5
"I know you probably won't believe me either," Meg ventured, "but I think you're quite pretty, actually."
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