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Jan 11, 2006 22:15

The time is late when Jack exits his room and heads towards the library Sara told him about. He intended to be there briefly, to grab the first thing that interested him and return to his room. This is why Jack has quite forgotten his shirt. He doesn't suspect he will run into anyone, not at this late hour ( Read more... )

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diamndcourtesan January 12 2006, 03:46:53 UTC

Satine is lost.

Well, not exactly. It's a warren, this place, but she has a nose for where she is and where she should be going. It's a pleasant lost, a "let's see what the next corner will bring us" lost. She's discovered all sorts of surprises this way at the Moulin Rouge.

Someone is approaching. Her eye catches the line between a man's pants and the skin of his stomach first. It moves up along a ridge of muscle and flesh, over a pair of handsome shoulders, onto the face of Jack Driscoll. She stops, one hand against the wall. Her face is all shock. "Mr. Driscoll!"

jackdriscoll January 12 2006, 03:49:13 UTC

...it would be an understatement to say that he had miscalculated when he assumed nobody would be in the halls at this hour. He stops, startled for a moment, then flashes a nervous smile.

"Satine. Ah...hi."

diamndcourtesan January 12 2006, 03:52:19 UTC

Her evening just became a little more interesting. She keeps her smile on his face. Either it will make him quite nervous or very confident. She's patient.

"A pleasure to see you again, so soon after our last little chat."

jackdriscoll January 12 2006, 03:56:59 UTC

It makes him feel...somewhere in between. His smile becomes slightly less nervous.

"Why are you up so late?"

diamndcourtesan January 12 2006, 04:00:44 UTC

"Oh." She rolls her shoulders, the shrug perfectly framed by her elaborate satin dress. "I'm not used to keeping sensible hours. It's not written into my contract. And yourself?"

jackdriscoll January 12 2006, 04:18:02 UTC

"I was visiting the library," he admits, giving her dress a look over. "That's a nice dress."

diamndcourtesan January 12 2006, 04:21:53 UTC

"I didn't know we had one. Do you find the contents to your satisfaction?"

She smiles. "Thank you. Bar has been very kind about supplying me with what I need. I thought I'd lost this one, actually. Funny how things just turn up sometimes."

jackdriscoll January 12 2006, 04:25:12 UTC

He shrugs, walks closer to Satine, and leans against the wall next to her. "There were a lot of books I didn't know the subject of. I picked one from Earth," he holds up one of Shakespeare's plays. "I didn't exactly have time to read the summaries of all the books."

He smirks. "I wonder if Bar will give me the notes I left at home."

diamndcourtesan January 12 2006, 04:27:28 UTC

"I don't think it can hurt to ask."

jackdriscoll January 12 2006, 04:31:59 UTC

"No." Pause. "So how have you been?"

He's starting to become more comfortable with the talking-to-an-attractive-woman-while-shirtless thing.

diamndcourtesan January 12 2006, 04:41:21 UTC

"I've been very well, thank you. I must confess, I wonder how everyone back home is doing without me." Her gaze meanders wistfully to a spot on the opposite wall, before tracking over the floor, onto Jack's shoes and up his body to his face again.

"But then again, I've been told numerous times how special Milliways is in that regard. In which case, I think I'm rather glad of the holiday. Why, think of everyone I'd never get to meet otherwise.

"And you, Mr. Driscoll?"

jackdriscoll January 12 2006, 04:49:58 UTC

"I've been the same," he replies. He tries for a moment to look away to the floor. Fails miserably. His eyes land straight back on Satine again, and he grins. "My friend Carl tried to bring me things from my home. He only managed to bring me pencils."

diamndcourtesan January 12 2006, 04:55:08 UTC

"Carl? Now who's this? And why pencils? Was he unable to find you any clothes?"

Now that gleam in her eye turns wicked. A girl can only pretend she doesn't notice attractive shirtlessness for so long.

jackdriscoll January 12 2006, 04:59:59 UTC

"Carl...I'll have to tell you about Carl sometime later," he says, looking down in a sheepish, "okay-now-she's-noticing-my-shirtlessness" kind of way. "My housekeeper wouldn't let him in."

He raises his arm and places his hand on the back of his neck.

"I don't know how he got hold of the pencils, really."

diamndcourtesan January 12 2006, 05:01:36 UTC

"He sounds like an interesting character. Will I have to be very patient?"

jackdriscoll January 12 2006, 05:07:18 UTC

"With Carl? I don't think patience will help."

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