Orfeo / fandom gone Downside / bar, either ^2 or multiversal

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um, um, you pick which bar :D?

[got_your_tongue]

It's been a while--Doll is, for the purposes of this fantastic endeavor, snug in the sevens--but she remembers that look.

(She thinks she might remember the face, too, from the turns she's done instructing at the academy.)

She sidles up to the bar and orders a beer for herself. "Good day at work?"

^2 it is! :D :D :D

[chefarosenza]

Orfeo looks the other woman over, trying to place the name and voice.

"Excellent," she confirms, "thank you."

(She still sits, one high-heeled leg crossed over the other, like she owns the bar -- but if it's a challenge to Doll's higher rank, it's a passive one. Orfeo's not looking for trouble; she's just got the arrogance of youth going for her.)

:D

[got_your_tongue]

(Doll doesn't mind a little arrogance; she certainly had her share.)

"You're very welcome," she says, taking a pull of her beer and giving Orfeo a once over in return.

[chefarosenza]

Orfeo gives her a bright grin.

"And how do you do today?"

[got_your_tongue]

"Oh, not bad, but not quite excellent.

Yet."

[chefarosenza]

She tsks. "Not yet? Pity. What would it take to get you to excellent?"

[got_your_tongue]

Doll hums thoughtfully.

"Well...this is a pretty good start."

[chefarosenza]

"Someone told me when I was live that beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy."

[got_your_tongue]

She laughs, eying her beer bottle.

"If that's what it is when we're live, what is it now?"

[chefarosenza]

"Mmm. I wouldn't know." She sips her brandy. "I avoid the stuff whenever I can. But the liquor seems like proof to me that someone upstairs wants us to be drunk."

[got_your_tongue]

"I would hate to disappoint them."

Doll lifts her beer in salute to the ceiling.

[chefarosenza]

"I suppose it's rather generous of them," Orfeo admits, and clinks her glass against Doll's bottle.

[got_your_tongue]

"Exceedingly."

After a sip, she adds, "So, I think this is the part of the story where I ask the pretty girl her name."

[chefarosenza]

She laughs, and puts down the glass so she can extend a hand.

"Orfeo. And what are you called?"

[got_your_tongue]

"Doll," she replies, shaking her hand.

"Good to meet you."

[chefarosenza]

Orfeo smoothly turns the gesture from a handshake to a light kiss on Doll's knuckles, smiling.

"Doll? Like Coppélia, hm?" She sings a few bars. "Tout parle à la jeune fille d'amour--"