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[wolfskincoat]

There's young lady sitting at one of the tables a comfortable distance from the fire, fingers gently tracing circles around her Martini glass, green eyes caught by the movement of red.

She used to wear a garment made of material like that, but today the only red in her outfit is the maroon of her blouse, knotted loosely around the waist in a concession to the summer. On the chair next to her lies her coat; aged but cared for, a trophy from her youth that still manages to complete any outfit.

She smiles before she takes her eyes off the cloth, and silently shares a private joke with her drink.

[whosafraidof]

She doesn't exactly escape his notice. (because in any other continuity, that coat would be you, wouldn't it? or is it just a matter of time?)

His mouth curls into a smile, and he cocks his head to one side, not even bothering to pretend that he isn't staring.

Maybe she isn't the same version, maybe she isn't the same age, but he can't really hazard more than one guess as to her identity.

[wolfskincoat]

Her reputation precedes her, of course.

Looking back up from her drink, she catches the eye of the man staring at her and returns his smile with a gentle one of her own.

"Good evening."

[whosafraidof]

Of course.

"Good evening," he says, with an accompanying nod.

"Waiting on anyone?"

[wolfskincoat]

"Not at all," she says smoothly, darting her eys to an nearby empty chair. "I'm all alone this evening."

[whosafraidof]

(he shouldn't. oh, he shouldn't -- but shouldn't has never meant didn't.)

"Would you mind if I joined you? It's a tragedy to see you sitting alone."

[wolfskincoat]

It's possible that smile widens slightly, lips at the same time drawing closer together. But her eyes are big and coy, and she draws herself up, near-empty glass between her fingers.

"A tragedy, is it? And why would that be?"

[whosafraidof]

As he gets up from the couch and heads towards the empty chair, he regards her carefully, a sly and knowing sort of curl to his lips.

"A lovely girl such as yourself should never lack for company."

[wolfskincoat]

As he approaches, she uncrosses her legs in a slow, deliberate movement, pushing back into the chair as she finishes her drink.

By the time he's there, the glass is replaced on the table and her right hand slips down to her lap, where it rests.

"Oh, I can amuse myself easily enough. I never miss company I don't have."