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Apr 01, 2011 17:46


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Extended invitation to all of Liberty. Francis' Hair Salon @ 7PM. Be there.

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Salon. 7PM. Be there.

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we're gonna lose our minds tonight )

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*steals Francis and runs away cackling* fishfishbat April 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."

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Please don't kick me in the balls. la_grand_vie April 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"

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Haha, silly man~ Then don't tick me off~ (Though really I don't think she''d ever do that to him) fishfishbat April 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.

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la_grand_vie April 2 2011, 04:08:01 UTC
"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-!"

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fishfishbat April 2 2011, 22:36:20 UTC
Gilbert's.... Her boss. Of course. Marie wondered if Francis even remembered that Gilbert no longer kept costumes in that shop, just scraps for designing. So no, that wouldn't work. She ended up going all the way home just for a black dress.

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