*steals Francis and runs away cackling*fishfishbatApril 2 2011, 03:00:29 UTC
Marie arives on time, half expecting white paint to be poured over her head upon entrance. The party is... much preferabe, but she cannot leave it at that. So at an opportune moment she drags Francis off to the side by his collar. "Francis, you are a complete and utter asshole." She crosses her arms over her chest. "You could have at least told me to dress better."
Please don't kick me in the balls.la_grand_vieApril 2 2011, 03:18:40 UTC
The sound that left Francis' throat as he was yanked away was something more squeak-like than he would care to admit. He blinked, stumbling a little bit on his feet with a beer still in hand and breath reeking of cigarettes.
"Ah-" he had almost forgot he'd forgotten his old friend, smiling loop-sidedly and rubbing the back of his head. "Désolé ma belle~ It is just an April Fools joke! I love throwing these kind of parties... You 'ave a strong arm for being so.... petite"
Haha, silly man~ Then don't tick me off~ (Though really I don't think she''d ever do that to him)fishfishbatApril 2 2011, 03:38:02 UTC
Marie had never gotten used to the smell of cigaret smoke. She wrinkled her nose. "Yes, well, lots of practice. You wouldn't happen to know where i can get something better than this, do you?" She gestured at her turtleneck sweater and simple blue jeans.
"Ahhhh..." Francis blinked at her slowly, brain almost not functioning for a few moments until he suddenly remembered. "Oh-! Just next door through the side- something... something there should-" he yelped loudly this time as a strong arm wrapped around his neck, starting to pull him away.
"G-Gilbert's shop!" he called, laughing loudly and almost spilling his beer. "Something should be there-!"
Walks were ridiculously simple things to understand.
You point your feet in one direction, and you go.
They also had the most peculiar side-effect of either calming you from whatever mood you found yourself in, making you brood, or exacerbating the whole fucking situation. But then his phone went off and with the ring came an invitation.
So he turned his feet in another direction and he went.
He was quick to retrieve his French host from a short and rather surly looking girl, unapologetically throwing an arm around his shoulders and dragging him away while trying to be heard over the deep bass.
This was the kind of party that deserved congratulating.
Veronika had received Francis' first text and had spent a good half hour debating with herself over whether or not she should go to...well, whatever it was that the Frenchmen had planned
( ... )
Once Francis had managed to slip away from My Linh, he immediately rushed over to Veronika, eyes scanning her hungrily still and not more than a few words leaving his lips before his hand was pulling at her wrist. He licked his lips hungrily as he pulled her through the crowd, the beat still drumming heavy in his ears as they reached the back room.
His hands fumbled for the key to the door and he was quickly shoving it open, turning back towards the wonderfully dressed woman and pulling her inside.
"Care for a... private dance?" he breathed hotly into her ear, closing the door before pressing her up against it, hands already starting to roam and quickly forgetting the party outside.
From the moment that My Linh left the taxi and felt the faint rumbling of bass on the cement sidewalk, she knew that she would be uncomfortable at this party. Loud music aside, there was probably drunkards in there and... other illegals being consumed. My Linh didn't understand what a rave was, but she wasn't completely naive. The alcohol on Francis' clothes was hard to ignore. She glanced back at the Frenchman, who fumbled with a couple of bills to hand to the cab driver and then stumbled out after her, merry and sheepish.
Well. He didn't try to do anything inappropriate with her in the car ride back, so... at the very least, at least he was trustworthy even while intoxicated. "I am just going to--" She took a step forward to take her luggage out of the trunk, only to be stopped by the cab driver, who out of courtesy, did it for her. "Oh... thank-you!" Th-that... was nice of him.
She waited until the driver got back in the taxi before glancing back over at the building, and then at Francis. "So... this is what rave is?"
"Ah- oui-" Francis blinked and watched her for a moment as the driver pulled out the luggage and handed it over. He collected it and watched Linh for a while longer, all of his words having been spent in the cab and leaving him a little breathless
( ... )
My Linh followed his gaze to an attractive and scantily-clad women. Her eyebrows rose, almost as if she was surprised that Francis was indeed a male with testosterone. She nodded minutely, sure leave me alone here in this loud place. "Do not worry, take your time."
It takes a lot longer than a few minutes to chat up a lady and take her home with you, after all. My Linh didn't expect Francis to come back anytime soon.
Mmm, but what to do now? Shirley Temple is a drink that he said she could have. Maybe I'll go have one of those, My Linh thought as she unraveled her scarf and approaches the bar.
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"Ah-" he had almost forgot he'd forgotten his old friend, smiling loop-sidedly and rubbing the back of his head. "Désolé ma belle~ It is just an April Fools joke! I love throwing these kind of parties... You 'ave a strong arm for being so.... petite"
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"G-Gilbert's shop!" he called, laughing loudly and almost spilling his beer. "Something should be there-!"
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You point your feet in one direction, and you go.
They also had the most peculiar side-effect of either calming you from whatever mood you found yourself in, making you brood, or exacerbating the whole fucking situation. But then his phone went off and with the ring came an invitation.
So he turned his feet in another direction and he went.
He was quick to retrieve his French host from a short and rather surly looking girl, unapologetically throwing an arm around his shoulders and dragging him away while trying to be heard over the deep bass.
This was the kind of party that deserved congratulating.
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His hands fumbled for the key to the door and he was quickly shoving it open, turning back towards the wonderfully dressed woman and pulling her inside.
"Care for a... private dance?" he breathed hotly into her ear, closing the door before pressing her up against it, hands already starting to roam and quickly forgetting the party outside.
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Well. He didn't try to do anything inappropriate with her in the car ride back, so... at the very least, at least he was trustworthy even while intoxicated. "I am just going to--" She took a step forward to take her luggage out of the trunk, only to be stopped by the cab driver, who out of courtesy, did it for her. "Oh... thank-you!" Th-that... was nice of him.
She waited until the driver got back in the taxi before glancing back over at the building, and then at Francis. "So... this is what rave is?"
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It takes a lot longer than a few minutes to chat up a lady and take her home with you, after all. My Linh didn't expect Francis to come back anytime soon.
Mmm, but what to do now? Shirley Temple is a drink that he said she could have. Maybe I'll go have one of those, My Linh thought as she unraveled her scarf and approaches the bar.
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