One size fits all (OTA)

[im_urvenus]

The doors to the tea shoppe were thrown wide and outside said doors was a giant shoe [see icon]. It had been gathering dust in Felecia's dressing room at Hidden Frank's and she had with great determination dragged it out in front of the shoppe because well, 1) she could, and 2) it would draw attention, most definitely. Propped in the shoe was a

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[parisprincetroy]

Paris paused outside of the tea shoppe,intrigued by the shoe, and slowly read the sign. He was not sure what a scone was, but he was willing to give it a try.

He checked his pockets and saw he had a little money and figured that he could venture what he had on something to eat.

Paris stepped inside and reassuring himself that there was no 'wait to be seated' sign as so many of the eating establishments seemed to have, he took a seat by the window.

if he needs to order first, just let me know, Paris probably wouldn't know to do that anyway *g*

[im_urvenus]

(no worries!)

Oh, Felecia did Love this village and its pretty, pretty eye candy. Hello, pretty, pretty boy. There would have been a time, you see when she would have swooped in and hoped to do unspeakable things to such a pretty, pretty boy.

Love was something, wasn't it?

Anyhoo! That didn't stop her from smoothing her mini-skirt along long, muscles legs before sauntering over to the pretty boy. No tucking, no stuffing, so to the uninitiated, she probably simply looked like a man in woman's clothing (or, unbeknownst to her, like Frank N Furter with less make up and shorter hair).

"Hello!" She crowed in a nasal Aussie accent. "Tea and scone?" No or me tacked on. She was learning, really, she was!

[parisprincetroy]

Paris did not even question why the pretty man approaching was in a dress, it was not Paris' style to judge. Besides, he knew very little of this world and for all he knew, maybe it was a common thing in this day and age.

Paris loved the sound of the man's voice, he would love to hear him talk more. "What a beautiful accent you have." He complimented in an exotic accent of his own.

"A lemon tea, if it's available." Paris flashed a shy smile, dimples showing. "I would love to try a scone, what is it? Never had one. A bread of some sort or a pastry?" Oh Paris did love sweets.

[im_urvenus]

"OH!" Felecia's hand fluttered to her chest; she was so flattered! And the pretty man's accent was lovely, too! "Lemon tea, yes! And I shall bring you a scone and lemon curd - a scone is ... well, a pastry, yes." Her hand fluttered on her broad chest as she extended her other hand. "Felecia Jollygoodfellow, at your service!"

[parisprincetroy]

Paris took Felecia's hand and shook it, "Paris of Troy, and the pleasure is all mine." He took the back of Felecia's hand and gave it a quick chaste kiss. He wasn't sure what made gave him the impulse to do so, but he felt the urge to do it, as a sign of respect.

"Yes, I could listen to your angelic voice all day. Where are you from? I mean, before you came to Haurvatat?"

[im_urvenus]

Oh, swoon. There went Felecia's hand fluttering again against her chest. "Let me - " Oh my. "Let me ... start your tea." Of course, he didn't move, not to make the pretty Paris let go of his hand. "I'm from Australia, actually. Sydney. But I was in Alice Springs when I was blipped here."

[parisprincetroy]

"Thank you, I look forward to the tea and sconce." Paris slowly let go of Felecia's soft and silky hand. He silently wondered if all men from this Australia were as pretty as Felecia.

Paris had to give Felecia credit, he wore the dress with grace and beauty and he could not help but watch Felecia as she slowly moved away. The man had a hypnotic walk that demanded attention, and who was Paris to deny it?

[im_urvenus]

Oh, no. Most Aussie drag queen were ugly hags, just ask Felecia! She'd tell you!

Maybe there was an extra waggle in her trunk as she poured hot water for the tea. In went the steeper, then she gave him a bright smile as she started to put together a scone with curd. "You're new here," she noted. "I would remember seeing you!"

[parisprincetroy]

"Yes, I awoke a few months ago and had to learn English." Paris laughed softly at the memory of his struggles to learn the language. "I just recently ventured out to explore Haurvatat. I was hoping I could make some friends along the way."

Paris watched Felecia as he poured the tea, there was an elegance to the way he moved. "What is the curd for?" He asked with some uncertainty as he picked up the scone. "Can I dip it in?" He motioned with scone to the curd.

[im_urvenus]

"Oh, no, here!" Felecia would show the pretty one how to do this properly.

She set down the tea and reached for a fork and knife, slicing the scone in half before smearing the curd atop both halves. "You've been here a few months already?!"

[parisprincetroy]

"Oh! You spread it on like you would butter! How splendid." Paris appreciated Felecia's help. "Thank you," He smiled at him again.

"Yes, I awoke in the hospital. I was struck with a poisoned arrow and I had to recover from my injury. Afterwards, I did not brave coming out until I was familiar with the language. I don't suppose you speak Greek?" Paris gave Felecia a very friendly but flirty smile.

[im_urvenus]

Chortling out a nasal laugh, Felecia shook his head. "I barely speak English! But!" And this wasn't funny! "Who shot you, darling?!"

[parisprincetroy]

"Philoctetes shot me," Paris pushed the chair back a bit, spread his legs and pointed to his upper inner thigh. "Here."

[im_urvenus]

Well. Felecia swallowed hard. "There, you say?"

He would behave! But there was nothing wrong with looking!

[parisprincetroy]

"Yes, it hurt like you wouldn't believe." Paris straightened himself up. It had not been his intention to be provocative but as he positioned himself back into his seat he noted that perhaps he shouldn't have done that.

A slight blush spread across his cheeks, "Oh, sorry about that." He took a slight sip of the lemon tea and scone letting out a soft sigh of approval. "This is sinfully good."

[im_urvenus]

"Isn't it?!" Felecia almost screeched. Being good was so hard. Crikey! "Anyhoo! You were shot and poisoned and boop, you're here! That must have been a shock!"