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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 30, 2011 20:58:12 GMT -8
Her contact had never showed. Nearly growling under her breath, and nursing the same drink she had been all night, Clara looked out over the speakeasy. It wasn't her favorite place, but when she'd first moved to the city it had been one she checked out early on. It was decent enough, and a far better place than some. Though she longed for a piano and a good waltz, she would admit that at least technically speaking, the band was good.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 30, 2011 21:02:21 GMT -8
Jerrie entered the speak, his gaze scanning the cats gathered there. He blinked, pausing a moment when he saw Clara. The torbie looked around again and, seeing no one else he recognized, made his way over. "Evenin', Miss."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 30, 2011 21:18:10 GMT -8
She blinked at his appearance and could have swore under her breath. "Hello, Jerrie. How is your evening going then?" Truly, she wanted a cigarette but felt awkward fishing for one as soon as she saw him.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 30, 2011 21:21:44 GMT -8
He shrugged a shoulder. "Well enough. Yours, Clara?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 30, 2011 21:33:26 GMT -8
She shrugged. "Well enough I suppose." She paused for a long moment, glancing him over. "Do you come here often then?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 30, 2011 21:34:05 GMT -8
"When I get th' chance. You? I don' think I've seen y' 'round 'ere before."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 30, 2011 21:46:04 GMT -8
She shrugged, and motioned to a stool next to her if he wanted to sit. "I don't often make it here, no," she replied. "It's a nice enough place I guess... but," another shrug. "Just not somewhere I frequent."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 30, 2011 22:05:30 GMT -8
He considered for a moment and then perched himself on the stool beside her. "Makes sense."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 30, 2011 22:14:32 GMT -8
Her gaze followed his to the stool, not entirely sure she was pleased with him taking her invitation. "What do you come here for then?" she asked.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 30, 2011 22:16:27 GMT -8
"Usually? Th' dancin'. Th' band here's got a beat that most other places in this price range don't." He replied with a shrug.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 30, 2011 22:26:34 GMT -8
She paused for a long moment, not actually much wanting to ask this next question for fear of where it might lead. "And are you not dancing tonight?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 30, 2011 22:28:37 GMT -8
"I c'n not dance if th' company's nice enough." The torbie glanced at her, turning to lean his back against the bar, his elbows propped up on it.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 30, 2011 22:38:54 GMT -8
She blinked at that, unsure how to react. That sounded an awful lot like... flirting? Was it even? She really didn't want to think about it if it was. "Well, it's flattering to appear to fall into that category."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 30, 2011 22:41:53 GMT -8
He offered her a lopsided grin. "So what about you, d'ya dance?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 30, 2011 22:55:59 GMT -8
"I, I certainly can," she responded. "Perhaps not as well as some but I'm capable of dancing."
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