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Post by victoriousscarf on May 17, 2011 22:31:06 GMT -8
Philip glanced around the speakeasy, grinning slightly at the sound of the band, and the pretty queen by his side.
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Post by sybbil on May 17, 2011 22:34:21 GMT -8
Maggie smiled softly back at him, loosely dangling her beaded purse by her side. "Shall we?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 17, 2011 22:37:35 GMT -8
Offering her a grin, he took one of her paws, twirling her around once. "I believe we shall. If you would do me the honor, m'lady?" He said, gesturing to the dancefloor.
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Post by sybbil on May 17, 2011 22:46:01 GMT -8
Maggie's smile turned playful. "I would love to, sir knight. Lead on!"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 17, 2011 22:53:53 GMT -8
He grinned, leading her out onto the dancefloor and considering the beat for a few moments before moving into a rock step to signal the start.
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Post by sybbil on May 17, 2011 23:16:17 GMT -8
Moving in time, Maggie fairly flew through the dance steps. She'd always been rather light on her feet.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 17, 2011 23:20:50 GMT -8
Pleased by that, he lead her through several outside turns, being almost as light on his paws, and somewhat enjoying how well he was sure they were looking.
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Post by sybbil on May 19, 2011 12:47:01 GMT -8
Maggie lost herself in the dance, enjoying herself immensely. She would sneak glances from time to time at her partner, and wish that the dance would never end.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 19, 2011 16:38:54 GMT -8
Philip grinned, and when the music stopped, he dipped her low before leading her over to the bar. "Would you like a drink?" he asked, still grinning broadly.
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Post by sybbil on May 22, 2011 22:42:01 GMT -8
Maggie pursed her lips for a moment. "I wonder if they have iced tea..."
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 23, 2011 11:13:08 GMT -8
Philip arched his brows at that and glanced around, waving down a bartender and asking for two iced teas. It got him an odd look but he just grinned through it and the bartender nodded.
"So, where'd you pick that taste up?" Philip asked, associating it with the South.
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Post by sybbil on May 23, 2011 21:43:21 GMT -8
Maggie hesitated for a moment. "I...was born there. In Georgia. It was my mother's favorite drink and I guess I picked up the taste from her."
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 23, 2011 22:06:40 GMT -8
Philip nodded, almost gravely except for the grin. "We do tend to pick things up from our parents. It's hardly a bad taste either."
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Post by sybbil on May 23, 2011 22:13:19 GMT -8
Maggie smiled back, almost predatory. "There are worse things to have a taste for...like certain items on a menu."
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 23, 2011 23:01:13 GMT -8
"Oh?" he asked, arching a brow. "And which items might those be?"
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