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[risen_from]

The lovely lady who is sitting at the Bar has a cream-colored slip of a sundress, a coy smile, and a slender flute of pink lemonade.

(What? Not everything has to be alcoholic.)

If she sees you, she is likely to smile-- but exceptions will certainly be notified.

[ooc: slowtime in 3ish hours. have at 'til then! everything will be picked up

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[risen_from]

Aphrodite's smile widens.

"Hey," she says, offering a slight, graceful nod of her own.

"Nice night?"

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"Oh?"

She glances around. The Bar's never struck her as quiet.

It's too full of interesting cuties.

"I guess I can't tell," she admits, seeming unperturbed by the failure.

[will_scarlett]

Will nods to her, he'd smile but he has a bruise on the side of his face that makes that painful. She doesn't look familiar, but she looks happy and that is always nice to see.

[risen_from]

Aphrodite's eyes widen in concern as soon as she catches sight of the bruise.

"Oh!" she says.

"What happened to you?"

Poor cute boy!

[will_scarlett]

"Won a fight, milady."

He has a definite gleam of satisfaction in his green eyes, it hurt but he won.

[risen_from]

Her expression relaxes into something a little more like a small, proud smugness.

Sometimes she is Aphrodite Areia, the Warlike, and even though she is never driving that ridiculously good-looking meathead's chariot ever again ... she can appreciate occasional violence.

"Well," she murmurs, taking a sip from her glass.

"Good for you. I guess I wouldn't want to see the other guy, would I."

[stillbecoming]

Buffy's been eyeing the dress.

Now she's getting smiled at. Was she that unsubtle? Does she have to be subtle?

Should she smile back?

Kind of awkward if she doesn't. She smiles back.

[risen_from]

Aphrodite's smile quirks a little more amusedly in the direction of her glass.

"Evening," she says.

"How are you?"

[stillbecoming]

"Not bad." Buffy twirls her straw. (She's drinking iced tea. Also not alcoholic.)

If they're talking, they might as well talk. "Debating whether to spring for onion rings. Want to vote?"

[risen_from]

"Oooh."

Aphrodite looks both secretive and pleased about the prospect.

"So long as it's a democracy ... I have to admit I rarely come out in favor of onion rings. Is it the fried and the crunchy that's calling to you, or the actual onion?"

[isaprofessional]

Holmes returns the smile when it's first directed towards him.

Never mind the relative scrap of clothing the young woman has on; he can, contrary to Watson's belief, maintain some sense of propriety.

[risen_from]

Aphrodite crosses her legs in a delicate, ladylike sort of way, and lifts her drink to her lips.

And continues to consider him, though with a primarily light and friendly attention.

(Admittedly, that attention is also a little amused. Even she couldn't tell you precisely why, but she has a real sense for these sorts of things.)

[isaprofessional]

Holmes is well-equipped in dealing with the distinctively female powers of persuasion.

(Unless, of course, those powers are being wielded by a Miss Irene Adler, though you'd be hard-pressed to get him to admit to any of that.)

At best, he manages a brief nod of the head and a lifting of the glass before returning to the morning paper in front of him.

[risen_from]

(If Aphrodite knew that little tidbit, she might cite that as the source of her amusement.)

"Any good stories in there?"

[honorbyname]

Albus isn't exactly staring.

But - uh. He's never seen a lady as pretty as Aphrodite before.

[honorbyname]

[ooc: if this post is closed by now, plz ignore! But I've been meaning to tag 'Dite for a while. ;D]

[risen_from]

[ooc: not too late! I am delighted!]

[risen_from]

Aww, boys.

Aphrodite's smile for him is one surpassing sweet, and she gives a little wave with slender fingers.