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 Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 6:06 pm
"Oi've never 'ad rum b'fore," Charlot replied. "Oi'll 'ave ago at that. Y'need some 'elp?"
He was perfectly willing to wait there, but if she wanted to take thier little party elsewhere- he wasn't one to complain.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 6:17 pm
"Uhm," Grete uttered aloud, thinking. "I might need some help, carrying back the glasses. I have bad luck with those. I tend to drop them."
Slowly, she hoped off of the table, and began walking towards her trailer. She glanced backwards, just to make sure that Charlot was following her, but then turned back to the direction in which she was walking. Once Grete got to her trailer, she opened the door, and began to search for where she'd last put the rum.
She knew that it was somewhere, but just not where, exactly. Her room was so cluttered, that it wasn't exactly a surprise.
"Glasses are up there," She said, pointing towards a cabinet, "If you'd grab two, it would make me a very happy person."
Browsing around, she didn't see the rum bottle laying out anywhere. She walked over to her dresser, and opened up a drawer. She dug through her clothes, until she reached the bottom. Carefully, she pulled the bottled out, and shook it, then turned to Charlot and smiled.
"I believe we're ready!" She said, as she began to make her way towards the door.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 7:03 pm
Charlot followed behind her, nodding when she glanced back at him. Smoke long forgotten in the quest for alcohol, Charlot stepped up into Grete's trailor and glanced around curiously. He wasn't TOO prying, but he looked enough to note the clutter.
He stepped over to the cabinets, opening them to look for a pair of glasses. He found a few that weren't too scary and returned to where she was. At her comment he lifted the glasses.
"After you~"
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 7:12 pm
"Thank you very much," Grete answered, giving an appriciative nod and a smile, which looked like it could be flirtatious. She began walking back to the picnic tables in the brisk cold, cursing herself for, yet again, not grabbing a jacket.
Once there, she sat back up on the table gracefully and lifted the stopper off of the glass rum bottle. She swished it around slightly, and smiled at it through the bottle.
"How much do you think you want?" She asked politely.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 7:27 pm
Charlot laughed. "Well, that's a good question. Oi can think one thing an' actually wan'another-" He leaned against the table beside her, tilting his head. "Just a little, will do me jus'fine."
He hadn't had it before, no use getting a lot of something he might not like- right? He noticed she wasn't wearing a coat, and it was getting colder outside. Maybe she liked the cold.
"D'you not feel th'cold?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 7:30 pm
Grete took one of the glasses and poured just a small amount of the liquid into it, and handed it to him. Then she grabbed the other one, and poured an amount for herself, and eyed Charlot.
"Of course I feel it," She said, smiling, "I just didn't pick up my coat. You know, I'm actually not sure if I own any coat-like things other than a robe..." She added with a laugh.
She raised her glass and smiled warmly at Charlot.
"Cheers. But, wait, what should we toast?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 8:48 pm
Charlot accepted the small glass of rum, sniffing it experimentally. He looked up at her reply, giving a small nod.
"Well then, m'next question is.. are y'cold?" He smirked, lifting his glass to join hers. " 'ow bout, t'sharin coats an'a couple drinks in th'dark?"
He was more than willing to offer his coat over. His father had beat it into him more than once that a lady should be taken care of... until she gave you directions to treat her otherwise.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 8:59 pm
Ohmylordyes.
"Please. If you wouldn't mind, that is," Grete said, prehaps a bit too fast.
"Sounds rather lovely, actually." She added, to what he had said last. She hiked her skirts up, just a bit above her knees, so that she could cross, and the un-cross her legs. She slowly took a sip, and smiled at Charlot.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 9:27 am
Charlot's eyebrow raised, well aware of the pair of legs that had suddenly appeared. Green eyes flicked back up to Grete's face, nodding to her acceptance of his coat. He set his empty glass aside, slipping out of his coat and offered it over.
"No problems," He smiled. Rum wasn't that bad- it wasn't one of his favorites but it did the job. He shifted to lean back against the table beside her, glancing sidelong as they chatted.
"S'you're a medium... th'like a psychic or somethin'?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 2:38 pm
"Basically. Only with spirits and such," Grete replied, putting Charlot's coat on delicately. Grete flicked her hair out from the collar of the coat, and took another drink.
"I'm a bit surprised to actually see someone else out tonight," she remarked, as she truly was shocked. Hardly anyone else stayed out past the sunset. "How do I know that you're not some random person who doesn't even work at Cirque and is just going to carry me off into the night?" She asked, teasingly, as she re-crossed her legs, while giving him a look that could mean nothing other than that she was flirting.
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 7:51 am
Spirits, huh? Charlot could think of one right off the top of his head he'd like her to 'communicate' with. He glanced toward her, studying her silently for a long moment before turning back to the night.
"Well, if oi wanted t'carry y'off... oi woulda done that when we first met." He looked up, hands braced on the table to support himself. "Not t'mention you've given me plenty of opportunity t'compri'mise you since then."
He tilted his head to the side, flashing her a wicked smile. "Not t'mention inviting me into y'trailer."
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 3:19 pm
Grete smiled, hers not dissimilar to a cat's, and half-closed her eyes while looking up at Charlot. She liked him. Flirting had to be one of Grete's favorite pass-times.
"Mmm. Good point. Perhaps I should be more careful about who sees the inside of my trailer, no?" She glanced down at her hands. Charlot's jacket was fairly large on her petite frame, and only her fingers tips could be seen from the sleeves. Grete looked back up at him.
"Sorry that you had to see my trailer in such a mess, by the way. I tend to leave my clothes where ever. Oh, and I hope you don't mind your jacket coming back smelling like me. I sprayed perfume around my shoulders this afternoon. So, I hope you like the scent." Grete smiled smugly once again. She was baiting him, just a bit, and she enjoyed it. Charlot reminded her of someone, but she just couldn't place her finger on who.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 10:02 am
Charlot shrugged about the first comment, lifting a finger to scratch idly across the bridge of his nose.
"Oi'm pretty sure y'can take care of yourself against any unwanted atten'shuns."
He looked back up at the dark sky, smile across his features. "Y'trailer's not s'bad. Oi've slept in worse places back 'ome- yours is a palace compared." He shrugged, leaning over to give her a sniff. "Smells nice. Oi'll survive."
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 10:27 am
Grete nodded. At least she hadn't potentially ruined Charlot's coat. She hated guilt, and doing that would probably make her feel very, very guilty.
"Well, thank you. I'm flattered," she said a bit plainly, her mind obviously on other things. She picked up the bottle of rum, and topped off her glass, and then Charlot's, without even asking. She sighed, and then took a drink.
Then a thought occured to her. She smiled mischeivously, and looked up at Charlot.
"You ever played 'I Never'?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 10:47 am
"Mmm, don't believe oi 'ave." He lifted his glass, drinking about half before raising an eyebrow at her. "Explain th'rules and let's 'ave a go?"
From the name alone, he figured this was a losing game on his part. He'd done a lot, there wasn't much he could admit to 'never' doing. Then again, he was damn good at lying if he said so himself.
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