There's only six or seven REAL people in any given universe...

[standsbychamp]

There's a handful of people downstairs who have nothing to do with one another but are getting only one post between them, because their narration is lazy and doesn't want to make six separate posts.

Florence is sitting towards the back of the restaurant, singing softly and off-key to herself. It's quite possible - nay, likely - that she's drunk

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[molokovcocktail]

Molokov gives Florence an odd look. "What are you singing?"

[standsbychamp]

"Irish love song," Florence declares, for whatever reason choosing to speak in an Irish accent. "I spent a couple of years there after I turned 18. Lovely country."

[molokovcocktail]

"So it is," Molokov answers with an Irish lilt of his own, albeit one with a slight Russian accent.

[standsbychamp]

Florence laughs. "An Irish Russian!" She's back to her normal accent, the Irish thing being too hard to keep up while drunk. "You... are a very multi-talented man."

Giggle. Her brain is making dirty comments regarding Walter.

[molokovcocktail]

Molokov doesn't particularly like that pause, but well, there's not much he can do about it, is there?

"So I have been told."

[standsbychamp]

"And," she continues, "While I think Walter has extremely bad taste in men, you make him happy, so you've got to be some good in bed."

Oh Florence. Dear, drunk Florence.

[molokovcocktail]

Molokov has just thought up a glass of vodka and taken a sip when Florence replies. He chokes and manages not to drop his glass by a miracle.

"What?"

[standsbychamp]

Florence tilts her head. "What? Aren't you fucking Walter? He said you were."

[molokovcocktail]

It takes him a few moments to find his voice. "That's none of your business."

[standsbychamp]

"I think it is. 'Cause Walter's my friend. He was Molly's godfather, you know. Bought her snow boots and everything."

Yeah. Drunk.

[molokovcocktail]

He frowns. "Molly?" The name is ringing a small bell but he can't quite remember just where he's heard it.

[standsbychamp]

"My Molly," Florence says softly, stroking the pink baby blanket in her lap.

[molokovcocktail]

"I see."

He is very glad to get the conversation off of his relationship with Walter.

[standsbychamp]

"You don't see," she says. "You were out of your bloody head when we talked last. Don't know that you even remember it, rightly."

[molokovcocktail]

"I remember," he says quietly, to the counter.

[standsbychamp]

Florence doesn't really hear him, and continues rambling drunkenly. "And even if you did, you wouldn't bloody well care, now would you? Noooo, why would you give a shit about Florence Vassey? She thinks you're a pillock and throws fruit at you."

She points at Molokov, waggling her finger scoldingly. "Well, I'll have you know, mister, that I was going to castrate you last time, and I didn't, so I'm definitely a better person than you."