Hm...

[westport_grey]

Well, I can't say that I'm sure I'll like this, but as my Benny-wenny is here... *smirks slightly*

I'm Alison Coffins, maiden name Grey, of the Westport Greys. Please do not get on my nerves, my father is a very influential man.

And...I see that some of Benny's old friends who are bums and a worthless lot, really, and I don't know WHY he insists

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[lasorelli]

Goodness, if he married you, I'm glad I've yet to talk to this 'Benny.'

...*smiles fakecharmingly* I am La Sorelli. A ballerina. My parents are people of no consequence, but you shouldn't get on my nerves anyway, because that just isn't polite.

[westport_grey]

*raises her eyebrows* He made a wise career choice. And he's quite good-looking.

Well, I don't look down on you for your heritage, there's not much you can do about that. I actually took ballet lessons as a child. Very good career possibilities, if you're good enough.

[lasorelli]

*a little taken aback* How good of you to say. I was, in fact, the principle dancer at the Paris Opera. *preens*

...can't really look down on you for that, as I'm doing the same thing. Though not BECAUSE he's handsome and rich.

[westport_grey]

*smiles politely* Well, that is indeed quite an accomplishment, Mlle. Sorelli. It's not many dancers that can claim even to have danced at the Paris Opera, much less be the principle.

[_yuppie_scum]

Oh God...

*Smiles slightly* Hey, Ali. Didn't expect to see you around here... Really not your kind of place. At all.

T/N: YAY! *Cheers* Ali! *Is far too pleased with this, mostly for the puppet-torture possibilities introduced*

[westport_grey]

*smiles* Hello, dear. I just thought I'd come see what all the fuss was about. *narrows eyes* Do you not want me here for some reason, Benjamin? I have my eye on you - I haven't forgotten that...stripper yet.

Typist: *glares* I know you're pleased. Because you got your way, and now I've got to deal with her! *pouts*

[_yuppie_scum]

...I'm sure. So glad to see you here. *Forced smile* *Somehow manages to look completely innocent... sort of... and not at all embarrassed at the mention of the "stripper"* Who said I didn't want you here? I'm perfectly happy to have you here, I just don't think you'll enjoy it all that much.

Typist: Aww... *Loves on* Well... yes, I'm pleased that I got my way, but... I wuv you? *Huggles*

[westport_grey]

*smiles smugly* Well, don't you have a kiss for your beloved wife? *bats her eyelashes with a look that says "you'd better damn well kiss me, or you'll regret it"*

[diva_maureen]

*shaking slightly* *forces a polite smile* Hello, Mu- A-Alison. Nice to s-see you around h-here. When will you be going?

[westport_grey]

*smiles icily* Ah, Mark's infamous girlfriend. How are you, dear? When will YOU be going? I have no plans to leave any time soon.

[diva_maureen]

EX-girlfriend, thank you. I'm f-fine. How are you? Well, neither do I. *crosses arms and glares*

[westport_grey]

Oh, you two broke up? How sad. *doesn't sound sad in the least* I feel bad for you, it must be positively impossible for you to find someone else, with that temperment of yours. *leers* You, missie, are going to find out that I am not easily intimidated. Watch yourself.

[_blueeyedsailor]

Well, well, good for you. And my father was a baron. It certainly didn't make him any less of a bastard.

*bows extravagently and kisses her hand* Welcome miss (or should I say madam?) to our humble abode. I certainly hope that you will be able to make yourself comfortable here. Archie Kennedy, at your service. *smiles charmingly*

[typist] I really know RENT much less well than I should, but I think Archie could have fun with this :P [/typist]

[westport_grey]

*smiles approvingly* Well, Mr. Kennedy, it appears that you know how to treat a lady. Unlike Benny... It's wonderful to meet you.

Typist: Ha, probably he could.

[_blueeyedsailor]

And you likewise, Madam. Please do not hesitate to let me know if there is anything at all you might need assistance with.

*smirksmirksmirk*

[_greenified_]

*raises eyebrow angrily at the implication that Mark is a "bum" and "worthless"*

Welcome, Ms Coffins. My name is Elphaba Thropp. I do hope you'll enjoy yourself here.

So what if your dad is a "very infuential man"? So is mine. And my sister is a more than influential woman. I'm quite influential myself, in a roundabout way. Big whoop. You don't see me running around telling everyone about it.

And I hope that we will.. erm... get along.

[westport_grey]

*raises an eyebrow disdainfully at her appearance*

How...nice...to meet you, Miss Thropp.

Well, isn't that just great for you? Did I ask for your opinion? I don't believe I did.

Yes...*flips her hair slightly* I wish to be antagonistic to as few people as possible.

[_greenified_]

Oh, I'm sorry. Never seen a green woman before? Too bad. Because I'm around here a lot, and you're just going to have to get used to me.

*restrains self from making inappropriate comment*

It would be nice to get along. At least somewhat.

[westport_grey]

Hm...So you're that Ozian girl Mark's dating, I assume. *looks at her critically* You wouldn't be half-bad looking if it weren't for the skin. And you're a bit too...angular to be considered attractive. But *shrugs* there's no accounting for taste.