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Conner had tossed back another shot when he heard Violet's voice. Turning to look at her, he took a moment to place her face. Violet LeBlanc? The Spring Queen is Violet LeBlanc? Propping his elbow on the bar, he rested his face in his hand, his third eye focusing on Violet as his main ones closed and he allowed himself to be swept up by her angelic voice. "That woman has the voice of an angel..."
Summarily dismissed by Big, Bearded and Burly, Mal tramped in out of the cold and nearly turned right back around and left again.
Was that... was that 'Al-Adin'... on fire? With a fire elemental on his head?
She just... didn't want to know. She really, really didn't want to know.
She could hear the siren call of the bar, whispering her name over the heads of the lost crowded around it...
...When the heck did that happen? Last year she was sat at the bar... in the Four Seasons...... groping blindly for a drink she liked. Now she was just groping blindly for a drink.
She couldn't be an alcoholic... Alcoholics go to meetings and shit!
"I need a stiff drink." she said, slumping against the bar. "I don't care what it is so long as it is cheap and nasty."
Mal joins this thread... just like everyone else... why do we have this thread again?
As she drummed her fingers, awaiting her social lubricant, Mal rolled her eyes at the exclamations of shock and delight along the line. Yes, the (in)famous Violet LeBlanc was one of the Lost. Big deal!
Okay, she was.... Pretty... ish. If flowers were your thing. And yes. She could sing.... quite well, really... Out of loyalty to her friend however, she was certain Ava's singing voice would be better if she tried.
And did the songs have to be bloody miserable?
The grumpy Hunterheart didn't need any help feeling down and grumpy thankyouverymuch.
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A wooden panel on the bar shifts back, a hidden door opening. Betony stands in the crack, then steps out and closes it with barely a click. The Panel seems to melt back into the shelves, but Betony’s eyes are on the Changelings before her at the bar. Strange indeed for half the freehold to be spread out along its length, but Betony simply ran her eyes across each individual until their gazes met and let it drift on.
Disapproval was hinted at in the drawn corners of her mouth, but she does not address any immediately. Slowly, The Autumn Queen walks around the bar. “Paladin, please encourage people to move about.”
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"Girls aren't icky. Well, some of them are." Al-Adin blurts out, then realizes that his own rather confusing thoughts on girls is coming up, so he clarifies. "Well see, some girls are really fun like Allison and whats her name who went BASE jumping with us and then Alice was really smart and cool and had such good ideas and plans, though she was kinda mean to Juno but lots of people were mean to Juno so I guess that just makes her part of the crowd?
But anyway, Juno and Terri and Yata were all really fun, and not yucky at all. I mean yeah, icky girls are out there, but I don't think Violet would be one. She's too pretty to be icky." Al-Adin nods. That makes sense.
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Dominyk took a moment to actually step over to Nevada, his eyes (quite obviously) tracked the Spring Queen as she appeared and began singing. The Touch of Sorrow was something he appreciated, it brought memories of years past.
It made him steel himself just a little more before touching Mary’s hand with a glove. With a direction he led her over to the table and deposited her carefully there before casting wider glance around the room as if he was looking for someone in particular.
There was no recognition in his eyes as he took his own seat and sipped at the drink.
“Are you alright Lady Neige?”
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Nevada looked up and shrugged. "I was f-feeling a bit like I needed to sit." Her head tilted slightly to catch a glimpse of Violet again, and she flushed red before quickly ducking back to look at her wine with a faintly distressed look of someone struggling with being honest about themselves.
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Brother Lucas emerges from a swinging employees only door to place another plate of food on the buffet table. On one arm is a white wipe towel and he is, of course, in his black preachers uniform, his mask strengthened. He gives one expressionless glance to the singer on stage, before heading in the direction of Gianna and the Jukebox.
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Mary, happily deposited in her seat, leaned forward to make speaking more intimate without crowding, or even touching the very shy friend who seemed distinctly nervous. Figuring that it was one of those dumb bitches with an accent making her friend feel bad, she helpfully redirects the conversation.
"I quite prefer sitting, also. All this standing and walking is miserable business. How's about we talk about something more interesting, like food or films?"
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Stripes shudders a bit, his mantle suddenly waking from its music-induced slumber. The darting beasts move toward him, growling in his ear as they pass for the briefest of seconds. A sound that does nothing to cloud his queen's voice.
"Oh, Queen Jasons," Stripes says, pulling himself to attention.
He has his orders, and quickly nods. The tiger can't suppress a little sigh though. It was nice having everyone together and getting along while it lasted...
Still, there's at least one temptation to push folks around the room a bit, one that Stripes realizes he hadn't already made a beeline for. And it's sitting (sadly dejected) a bit away from the bar.
"Hey, Miss Rosemary's table doesn't have a line," Stripes pipes up to the others. "Food looks good this year too."
Whoever else goes, Stripes sticks around for a moment. Both to make sure folks start mingling around and due to the recent arrival of Mal. To the best of the tiger's recollection, his Queen and the other hunterheart weren't exactly the best of friends...
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