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There are certain principles involved with Mardi Gras-type events, and Camille Montes is well aware of them. She also has no fundamental problem with them (not to mention a sneaking suspicion that her father’s family would disown her for being so unBolivian if she did have problems with partying). No, what she has problem with is that whoever it is

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Dominic is having more fun with Mardi Gras than he had expected at the outset.

So, the slim (and remarkably French) woman helps herself to one of the chairs at Camille's table, bringing with her a bottle of '94 Merlot.

"Bonsoir. Mind company?"

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Camille? Had had a pleasant buzz going on. The Old Firm has partially sharpened this back into annoyance/disgust, and this displeases her.

So, given the woman is a) attractive and b) carrying wine, Camille smiles at her.

"Not at all."

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(1994 was a very good year.)

Setting the bottle down on the table, Dominic gets the attention of the nearest waitrat by snapping her fingers.

"Two glasses, please."

This done, she turns back to Camille.

"Enjoying Mardi Gras?"

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(and there is something in that gesture that is familiar, a personal familiarity rather than just class)

"I'm...making the best of it," she answers. While still poised as normal, the annoyance has made the impression of sheathed claws more pronounced.

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Dominic raises both eyebrows, but doesn't comment.

"That's the most people can do around here, as I've gathered."

This is entirely true.

Thank the Landlord.

Or something.

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"Is that what you are doing, Senora?"

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"You'd be surprised."

Taking the two empty glasses a waitrat brings back by their table, she proceeds to pour them out.

"I hope you like red wine?"

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Camille watches the movements closely, the arm stretching out, the angle and flick of the wrist.

"I do," she says, drawling the last word out slightly. Then she stretches out her own arm and lightly clasps the back of Dominic's chair.

"I know you."

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The smirk now gracing the woman's features should be all too familiar.

Crossing her legs primly, Dominic turns to sit (relatively) sideways in the chair.

"Mmhm."

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She knew it!

And Camille is...in a Mood. In a Mood, and more than a little tipsy, and Dominic has been so fucking confusing and-

Smoothly, her hand on the back of the chair lifts at the same time she leans in, so by the time she's kissing her(him?), she's framing her face (holding him(her?) still).

She also tastes of rum, and pomegranates.

"Hello, Dominic," she murmurs, eyes now amused.

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A good taste, as far as Dominic, surprised as she may be, is concerned.

She cracks a quick smile, picking her wine glass up from off the table.

"Took you long enough."

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Camille smiles at Dominic languidly, not moving back.

"I've had a bit to drink," she points out, "and you are...not exactly yourself, ma chère."

That wasn't the first thing that came to mind.

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"Mardi Gras," Dominic responds, statement accompanied by a quirk of her lips.

"Couldn't be helped, apparently."

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"I know." Beat. "You don't think I'm wearing this dress by choice, do you?"

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Smirk.

"I might have hoped."

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Camille laughs softly.

"Short skirts are one thing," and this dress really is short, "but I am really not a Twenties-flapper-fringe dress girl." She picks up her own wine glass and takes a sip.

Gratefully.