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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 16, 2009 1:29:10 GMT -5
*He sat down, put a napkin over his lap... then let out a sigh. He had jinxed it. He was sure.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 16, 2009 1:33:26 GMT -5
*She smirked a little, settling into her chair.*
"Look in the little bowl."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 16, 2009 1:35:24 GMT -5
"You couldn't have told her so I guess I've only got bad luck to blame," *he said, shaking his head.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 16, 2009 1:39:19 GMT -5
*She forked a few and put them on her plate, following with some duck and then potatoes. Unsure what to say, she poised her fork delicately over the food. What was one supposed to say in this situation? But a slow smile spread across her face as she ate the first little orange medallion...*
"Ten francs says you won't eat a carrot."
*When she smirked, there were dimples in her cheeks. It sort of offset the effect, but was nonetheless charming in her usual unexpected way.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 17, 2009 13:29:21 GMT -5
*He raised an eyebrow skeptically.*
"Reverse psychology: don't count on it. And I'm Chuck Bass. What would I do with ten francs?" *he said cockily, reaching across the table and taking a few potatoes with his fork.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 17, 2009 15:27:28 GMT -5
"The money's not what matters, Chuck Bass. I'm Adrienne d'Enjolras and I'm challenging your ability to eat a carrot, and therefore your manhood."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 18, 2009 13:40:04 GMT -5
*As soon as she finished, he put one on his fork and ate it. He chewed slowly, trying make a point and also trying not to breath while he did.*
"Can't wait to find out what you hate," *he said, mock threateningly.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 18, 2009 13:41:12 GMT -5
*She attempted to politely hide her giggles behind a hand, but that failed, and she ended up actually snorting. Her eyes widened.*
"You did not hear that."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 18, 2009 16:28:44 GMT -5
*Chuck couldn't help but grin at that.*
"If push comes to shove, I'll just use that to blackmail you."
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 18, 2009 16:39:03 GMT -5
"Auditory hallucination; you're hearing voices." *She insisted.* "This is all a dream; you're speaking German and we're discussing waffles."
*With that she took a bite of duck.*
"Liebst du Waffeln?"
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 18, 2009 16:47:57 GMT -5
*He laughed, thinking back to the first few days he realized he was in 19th century France. He really did think it was all a dream... or a crazy trip. Really crazy trip.*
"Nein, danke," *he responded easily, downing some water to get the taste out of his mouth.*
*She had a way with words and wit.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 18, 2009 21:49:43 GMT -5
"Was eine Schande." *She tutted.* "On ne peut pas vivre en France et ne pas aimer les gaufres. And for the record, I dislike asparagus. Immensely."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 18, 2009 22:39:20 GMT -5
"Right," *he said, with a nod, making a mental note.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 18, 2009 23:00:32 GMT -5
*After dinner she went to go change into her nightgown, sitting down at the washstand to braid her unruly locks into some semblance of a queue. Goosebumps raised all over her skin--she'd forgotten how very cold it could get at night.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 19, 2009 13:12:12 GMT -5
*Having no electricity was such an inconvenience. In the city and the chateau, there were a many candles so it wasn't as bad but out in the cottage, things were nearing pitch black.*
*Chuck lit a candle then blew out the match. The smoke rose in intricate shapes and the sharp smell of sulfur hung in the air for a moment as he walked through them towards Adrienne's room.*
"I'd tell you to sleep tight but that would be incredibly cliche," *he said to her from the door way.*
*Nothing was ever simple with Chuck Bass.*
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