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- Posted: Mon, 13 Jun 2011 00:00:19 +0000
︶fillerone of the cat scratch club's dancing assasins
- Hm. Club was closing up. Dahlia flashed a look of disappointment in the red-headed man's direction. "Aww, sorry, darlin'," she said, skillfully feigning disappointment. "Looks like you'll have to stop by another time. You'll do that, won't you?" She added her cutest, most flirtatious smile, winked, then headed over to the bar where it seemed quite a crowd had gathered. More men. Two. And Charlie and Frank--the latter the one male Dahlia would tolerate.
"Well, well, looks like there's a party going on over here and I'm missing out on it." Slowly Dahlia was slipping out of her daytime persona. The more sly, much less ditsy part of her personality was slipping into her voice. And God, was it a relief to hear again! She didn't let all of her act go, however, considering there were still people here she didn't know well. Besides, she was more focused on trying to figure out was going on. Because there was indeed something happening she had missed, and that bothered her greatly.
(I apologize for this crap post. I just wanted to get into the RP again, and I'm still trying to figure out where everyone is... sweatdrop )