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Post by Scarlett O'Hara on Mar 10, 2009 10:46:32 GMT -5
Scarlett eyed him up and down.
"It seems to me," she said, "that waiter is a step up."
As dismissive as she was of the man, she was enjoying this, to a certain extent. She felt alive again. It was practice. She'd been so alone, these past months.
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 10, 2009 10:52:52 GMT -5
“It seems to me,” Mercutio said, smiling very slightly, although it was not a nice smile, “That you’re making assumptions.”
If she really was insistent on this, she’d lose her adamant attitude the first time she hosted a party. Mercutio… did not do well at such events. Or rather, he did splendidly- but the other guests did not fare so well.
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Post by Scarlett O'Hara on Mar 10, 2009 11:12:40 GMT -5
"I'm sure I don't care," Scarlett sniffed. She'd just have to pray he wasn't pressed into service if she hired the Opera for her ball. "You're a very strange person," she said after a pause, with unexpected neutrality of tone.
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 10, 2009 11:16:54 GMT -5
Mercutio laughed, a low, wry sound. “Many thanks.” He’d certainly been called worse. “And what a diplomatic way to put it! Why,” He looked up at her from lowered lashes, hands spreading, voice curling low and through his smirk. “You’ll be a star in no time.”
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Post by Scarlett O'Hara on Mar 10, 2009 11:23:20 GMT -5
"I have no ambitions in politics," she said coldly, for he was annoying her again with his impudence. She was a lady, and more than that, she was beautiful! And he had no respect in his body. "And nobody asked you, anyway."
She gathered up her wrap and her clutch and moved to the door. "I do hope you're not in too much trouble, for causing such a disturbance," she said sweetly.
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 10, 2009 15:04:39 GMT -5
Mercutio waggled his fingers at her, bending to retrieve his tray. His reply, when it came, was absent, for the handle on the silver (ha!) tray had flown off presumably somewhere under the seat. "I'll miss you too, dear tempered la-dy, but be a doll and more importantly a stranger. Farewell, farewell, 'til we expostulate again."
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Post by Scarlett O'Hara on Mar 10, 2009 15:41:10 GMT -5
Scarlett had no idea what he was talking about, and decided therefore that he was mocking her again. So she ignored it, held her head high, and swept out, ready to begin her new life.
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