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[poisonwine]

It's not, ironically, Mardis Gras in Belle's New Orleans. She's still in the middle of January, so when she comes in it's not in an elegant costume that will embarrass her children for years, but jeans and a sweater, looking more like a first grade teacher on her day off than the sexpot she intends to be when Carnival rolls around for her

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[mogget_cat]

Someone may dart in to try and steal her King Cake. Likely that figure in face-paint, black suit and top hat.

"Boo."

[poisonwine]

At first, she's a bit startled. After all, Baron Samedi isn't exactly the kind of Loa you'd want sneaking up on you in a bar.

But the eyes get her, and she laughs, swatting his hand away from her baked good, before licking the entire top of it. In theory, that shouldn't work, but you never know.

"Dieu, cher. That's oddly covincin' if you're not looking too close. Very nice." She beams at him, motioning to the adjacent stool. "My kids would love t' see you. Just now learning about the loa from Mattie."

[mogget_cat]

He grins, stealing a kiss to her cheek as he takes a seat beside her.

"Making very convincing costumes is not usually one of the features one looks for in a bar. We're just lucky, I suppose."

[poisonwine]

She laughed, hugging him in return, to avoid messing up his makeup. "Always. After all, we got each other, non?" She takes a drink of her wine, 'mmmm'ing happily. "How you been?"

[guppy_sandhu]

A little person who just ran into the bar from the back door glances up, sees the mask, and starts to cry.

Guppy comes up behind his little person and crouches down.

"Fry, it's okay, it's just a mask."

[poisonwine]

Belle quickly takes the mask off, to soothe the poor child. "Awww, I'm sorry for scaring you, Fry."

She gives the boy a penitent look, before giving Guppy a smile. "Bon temps, Guppy."

[guppy_sandhu]

"Why do people do that?!" Fry whines, sniffing.

"Because they find it fun." Guppy says, offering the little boy a tissue. "Hey Belle, how are you doing?"

[poisonwine]

"Okay. It's Carnival in here, apparently. Might want to get something for the little guy to occupy himself with."

Because masks are pretty much going to be the name of the game.

[1st_starfighter]

Alex slipped in, reading a magazine, and smiling. Just as he stepped out into the main bar area, he felt a familiar shift.

he blinked and looked down, then over at the bar, with a sigh.

"Really? You had to? Well, at least you gave me a bikini this time. Thank you for that."

A somewhat annoyed Alex, but still not angry, slipped over to Belle and grinned faintly. "Hey, beautiful stranger. What's a sexy woman like you doing here?"

[poisonwine]

Belle looked up at Alex, then giggled eagerly. "Oh, cherie. Y' still look amazing."

She kissed Alex eagerly, then gave her a sly look. "I gotta give you some beads for you to take your top off?"

[1st_starfighter]

She blushed, and kissed her back. She felt a little bouncy, if annoyed, but the annoyance faded fast at her wife's enthusiastic greeting.

"For you, gorgeous, I'd do anything." Alex waggled her eyebrows as she started to undo the strings on her bikini top...

[poisonwine]

Belle put her hands over Alex's breasts to keep her decent. "Not here. You know better. I'm all booked t' go to the cells for one of Yrael's friends, don't need you messin' up my schedule."