Tuesday, April 21st 1953 [Evening]

[afterandalasia]

[Now that the fright of zombies seems to be lessening, other things can be addressed again. Giselle is sitting back at First In, Last Out, where she and Sheldon had their date, with a glass of wine and a slightly dejected expression. It's not a very mature sort of look, either. Slighty pouty, one could say

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[coolerthansora]

*...works there. for mun's reference let's call this before Jadzia, or something*

Um... you okay, Giselle?

[afterandalasia]

Hmm?

[She looks up, and tries a weak smile.]

Oh, I think that I just... did something wrong, and I'm not sure what. I suppose I'm just trying to figure it out.

[coolerthansora]

Something wrong? Like what?

[afterandalasia]

I think that I upset Sheldon. We ended up arguing at the end of our date.

[rianofski]

[He's not working there tonight, but he somehow finds himself in there more than he probably should]

Something wrong?

[afterandalasia]

[She's sitting in a pub by herself with a glass of wine. No comment there.]

Oh, hello Andrew~

[The cheeriness sounds a little weaker than usual.]

I'm not too sure really, I suppose.

[rianofski]

Something is bothering you.

[That was definitely not a question, but a statement. Maybe he's not the best at comforting people]

[afterandalasia]

[She sighs.]

Sheldon and I argued on our date. I'm not sure what to do about it now.

[9th_pirate_lord]

[Jack stumbles in without knowing where he was or why he was here but it seemed a good a place as any to hide from the guards. With his eyes peeking through the corner of the windows to check if it was clear to move about, he slowly backed away from the window and turns around slowly.

In a table not far from where he entered, he sees Giselle but her expression seems long and nearly in distress.]

My intuitive sense of the female creature informs me that you are...troubled.

[He says with a smile in hopes that he can find out what's going on.]

[afterandalasia]

[Wow, that's a lot of complex words. Giselle looks at him with an expression of confusion and, perhaps, just slight intrigue.]

I'm not sure that I understand what you're saying.

[9th_pirate_lord]

[Jack gives a quick grin and takes a seat without invitation across from Giselle.]

It means, deary, that you seem...a bit down. Perhaps I can help you put those troubled thoughts behind you and set you on your way to better waters.

[afterandalasia]

[She watches him sit down, then laughs suddenly to herself, just a little chuckle but at least a real improvement.]

You talk very nicely, though~ I'm Giselle.

[accidentallyed]

[Johanna works here, so sometimes she's in and out on her days off, chatting with local people.]

What d'you mean?

[She plops down right next to her, glass of cheap vodka in her hand.]

[afterandalasia]

Oh, Johanna! Hello!

[Giselle looks brighter for a moment, then the smile falters again and she glances away.]

I think that I upset Sheldon...

[accidentallyed]

[She takes a long drink.]

Sheldon. He's the one that showed up during the zombie thing. Why? What happened?

[afterandalasia]

[Well, at least Giselle doesn't know what girl talk is? Or that might be making this worse...]

He didn't think that we should have sex yet.

[graficmemory]

-=shows up and sits down with two drinks, passing one over.=-

Problems in Paradise?

[afterandalasia]

[Giselle hadn't yet seen Maes again since his return, so it's wide eyes and a jump as he sits down.]

Oh my goodness, Maes! You-- where have you been?

[graficmemory]

-=Shushes her fairly quickly, looking around with great exaggeration.=-

I've been on a secret assignment! Don't want it getting around.

[afterandalasia]

[She looks at him in wide-eyed amazement.]

Oh, I see. I'll make sure not to tell anyone, I'm sure.