:P! (Deirdre, Giles, Dorian)
Deirdre was in the back of her theatre, trying to fix the detail on one of the backdrops for Les Mis. Of course, she wasn't a painter and she had paint all over her face in large swipes which made her look a little dangerous as the paint was red. And she didn't notice anyway. She was so concentrated on her work that when someone came up behind her, she wasn't aware of their presence and the greeting that met her ears made her scream. "Hi?"
"AUGH FUCK!" Deirdre whirled around and when she caught sight of Giles she breathed a sigh of relief. "Jesus, Giles!"
"Some people think so, yes." Giles shot her a winning grin.
"Dear god, your pretension makes it hard to breathe in here." Deirdre arched one pale eyebrow at him, but the corner of her mouth was cocked up in a slightl grin. Giles was insufferable, but at least he knew it. He wasn't one of the men who acted like an arse and then took offense when other people called him out on it. "What's going on?"
"Just felt like visiting the old place." Giles had been a regular visitor when Dorian was around. But since his friend's disappearance (he did not know Dorian was dead, as telling him would mean Deirdre would have to explain that) he hadn't been around as much. "Okay, I wanted to scam on your director, she's hot."
"Morgana?" Deirdre laughed. "She is, but I think she'll give you a run for your money there, Gil. She's not your typical fawning female you like to pick up in pubs. Your, 'Hey there, I'm an illusionist' line will be answered by a, 'I'm a director, top that'."
"Maybe that's what I'm looking for." Giles shrugged. "Maybe the fawning fans are starting to bore me."
"That's not true is it?" Deirdre gave Giles a Look as she leaned to dip the paintbrush in her water.
"It's really not. I just want to have my cake and eat it too."
Deirdre rolled her eyes, amused. "Men."
"Oi! Says the woman with two girlfriends!" For a moment, Deirdre thought Giles had said it, and she almost laughed and let him know he had a good point. But Giles did not have a Scottish accent. Dorian did. Deirdre wheeled around and she glared at the ghost of Dorian, hovering there in the corner with an impish look on his face. Deirdre gave him a 'Get the Hell Out' look, and she smiled at Giles because she had completely missed what he said in response to her.
"So uhm...how have you been?" She asked in an awkward attempt to change the subject.
"Oh nice." Dorian drawled.
"Good! The shows are still going strong and I just got to show your hottie friend Kat how to do a new illusion for Lugosi's. Now that she knows my secrets I fear she'll never respect me again, but that's alright, she's married."
Deirdre gave Giles a wicked look. "Little do you know, she invites people back to her place to sleep with both her and her wife." And with that, Giles was speechless, his mind lost in the possibilities Deirdre had just set out for him.
"You lost him now." Dorian laughed. "Only thing that would distract him more is if you said you migth invite him back to yours. Three girls is better than two, eh?"
Deirdre shot a glare at Dorian and she just hoped Gil wouldn't see her. "You're in a whole different place now, aren't you?" She asked Giles.
"It's a better place." He said, his voice wistful.
Deirdre snorted and then she went to push him out the door. "I'm busy, Casanova. Come back later this week. Come on! Out you go!"
"You're harshing my buzz!" He whined, but he did as asked. His theatre was close by and he had no problem dropping by on a different day. He understood all too well the idea of getting caught up in what you were doing backstage. "See you, Deirdre!"
"Bye!" Deirdre pushied him through the door and she closed it before whirling round on Dorian, but he was gone. She knew Dorian and Giles had been friends, but GOD he annoyed her sometimes! "I'm going to have your arse exorcised!" Deirdre yelled into the empty workshop and she heard his cocky laughter echoing off the bare walls. "Arse."
"AUGH FUCK!" Deirdre whirled around and when she caught sight of Giles she breathed a sigh of relief. "Jesus, Giles!"
"Some people think so, yes." Giles shot her a winning grin.
"Dear god, your pretension makes it hard to breathe in here." Deirdre arched one pale eyebrow at him, but the corner of her mouth was cocked up in a slightl grin. Giles was insufferable, but at least he knew it. He wasn't one of the men who acted like an arse and then took offense when other people called him out on it. "What's going on?"
"Just felt like visiting the old place." Giles had been a regular visitor when Dorian was around. But since his friend's disappearance (he did not know Dorian was dead, as telling him would mean Deirdre would have to explain that) he hadn't been around as much. "Okay, I wanted to scam on your director, she's hot."
"Morgana?" Deirdre laughed. "She is, but I think she'll give you a run for your money there, Gil. She's not your typical fawning female you like to pick up in pubs. Your, 'Hey there, I'm an illusionist' line will be answered by a, 'I'm a director, top that'."
"Maybe that's what I'm looking for." Giles shrugged. "Maybe the fawning fans are starting to bore me."
"That's not true is it?" Deirdre gave Giles a Look as she leaned to dip the paintbrush in her water.
"It's really not. I just want to have my cake and eat it too."
Deirdre rolled her eyes, amused. "Men."
"Oi! Says the woman with two girlfriends!" For a moment, Deirdre thought Giles had said it, and she almost laughed and let him know he had a good point. But Giles did not have a Scottish accent. Dorian did. Deirdre wheeled around and she glared at the ghost of Dorian, hovering there in the corner with an impish look on his face. Deirdre gave him a 'Get the Hell Out' look, and she smiled at Giles because she had completely missed what he said in response to her.
"So uhm...how have you been?" She asked in an awkward attempt to change the subject.
"Oh nice." Dorian drawled.
"Good! The shows are still going strong and I just got to show your hottie friend Kat how to do a new illusion for Lugosi's. Now that she knows my secrets I fear she'll never respect me again, but that's alright, she's married."
Deirdre gave Giles a wicked look. "Little do you know, she invites people back to her place to sleep with both her and her wife." And with that, Giles was speechless, his mind lost in the possibilities Deirdre had just set out for him.
"You lost him now." Dorian laughed. "Only thing that would distract him more is if you said you migth invite him back to yours. Three girls is better than two, eh?"
Deirdre shot a glare at Dorian and she just hoped Gil wouldn't see her. "You're in a whole different place now, aren't you?" She asked Giles.
"It's a better place." He said, his voice wistful.
Deirdre snorted and then she went to push him out the door. "I'm busy, Casanova. Come back later this week. Come on! Out you go!"
"You're harshing my buzz!" He whined, but he did as asked. His theatre was close by and he had no problem dropping by on a different day. He understood all too well the idea of getting caught up in what you were doing backstage. "See you, Deirdre!"
"Bye!" Deirdre pushied him through the door and she closed it before whirling round on Dorian, but he was gone. She knew Dorian and Giles had been friends, but GOD he annoyed her sometimes! "I'm going to have your arse exorcised!" Deirdre yelled into the empty workshop and she heard his cocky laughter echoing off the bare walls. "Arse."