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[risen_from]

When the door swings open, a fresh breeze rolls in, bringing with it the scents of violet and rose, and then she is here.

Her hair is swept into a messy, elegant knot, her limbs are long and lithe, and her little black dress is rather chic. It may not be a special occasion per se, but why let that stand in the way of being fabulous

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[srspirate]

Porthos is rather enjoying being in his own body again, after one long week of being a ... tentacled, floaty, squishy ... something-or-other.

He's mostly been blocking that from his memory.

Seated at a table not so far from Bar's latest occupant, his eyes come to rest upon her exquisite set of legs. He arches an eyebrow and smirks, one gloved finger circling the rim of his goblet.

"Bonjour, Madame."

[risen_from]

Aphrodite is enjoying Porthos being in his own body again as well.

Just.

For the record.

"Bonsoir," she murmurs with a smile. She toasts him with her glass. "Or it is for me, anyway. Around here it's not hard to lose track of time."

[srspirate]

"Indeed."

Well, tickle Porthos pink!

Or any other color you should like.

"Parlez-vous français?"

[risen_from]

Aphrodite laughs-- a pleasant, warm laugh that seems to convey pure delight.

"Je parle un peu de francais," she admits, with a coy smile.

She takes a sip of her drink, lips forming a small 'ah' when she swallows.

"Venez-vous ici souvent?"

[risen_from]

Aphrodite smiles.

"Oh hi, sugar." She takes a thoughtful sip of her drink and lets out a soft mm of approval. "I think 'delicious' is always in style, don't you?"

[risen_from]

"Not if you know where to look."

Her smile is deeply secretive.

"How are you tonight?"

[gonna_live]

Kaylee, on the other hand, has a beer in her hand and she's looking a little grubby. Gardening's in progress in Logan City; it's dirt rather than grease.

At least she's good getting stuff out from under her nails.

The lady's hard to miss, though, and Kaylee eyes her a little wistfully from about six stools down.

[risen_from]

Aphrodite is sipping pleasantly at her drink, which is a pleasant pinkish color.

And cranes her neck slightly after a moment, a posture which on her is swanlike rather than parrotish, to smile at Kaylee.

She gives a little wave, lips forming a silent hi.

[gonna_live]

There's something ever so slightly crooked about Kaylee's smile in return; she salutes the lady with her longneck.

(Aphrodite's, we may be sure, is far more elegant.)

"Ni hao."

[risen_from]

"Ni hao," Aphrodite replies cheerfully.

She doesn't know as much Chinese as maybe she should, and the global prevalence of English has not helped her to be any more studious, but she can get by.

Usually.

"What're you up to, pretty girl?"

[jeweled_asp]

Color this one unimpressed.

It's nothing personal, of course. It's simply that...when you're Cleopatra...it's hard to see past your own nose.

Or perhaps, like tonight, your tray of food and wine.

She blinks a little at the smell though. It's not something she's really used to.

[risen_from]

Aphrodite's eyebrows arch in some interest.

"Oh me, oh my," she murmurs, primarily to herself, and takes a sip of her drink.

You really do run into the most interesting people around here.

[jeweled_asp]

An eyebrow is arched slightly in Aphrodite's direction, before a grape is popped into her mouth.

If she weren't who she is, the comment "Is there something I can help you with?" would be coming out. As it stands, she doesn't.

"Your perfume is pleasing," she says in the tone that says she would want some, but doesn't want to let on that she doesn't have anything like it.

[risen_from]

She smiles, faint and approving.

"Thank you," she replies, and runs a hand through her shining hair, pushing it back behind one ear.

"Though-- it's not exactly perfume."

[a1enzo]

The crowd includes a certain green lad, here for some people-watching of his own. He hasn't noticed any unusual smells.

Yet.

[risen_from]

You know, it's hard to miss a green kid even in Milliways.

"Hey there!"

Aphrodite slides off her stool and makes her way over, smiling now and then at an especially cute specimen of Milliways patron and sipping happily at her Sea Breeze as she goes.

"I remember you!" she says brightly. "With the gift dilemma. Did you figure it out?"

[a1enzo]

"Oh, hey! Yeah, the movies worked out. Actually," he tells her confidentially, "turns out she didn't even expect anything."

[risen_from]

"What?"

Aphrodite looks shocked.

Either this girl is exceedingly polite, or she's really not working it hard enough.

"What did she say she was expecting?"