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[weplayparts]

Saffron's in the Bar, looking much more put-together than usual, her red hair gathered up and away from her neck. The dress is - borrowed, in a sense, and the jewelry? Well, its former owner won't be missing it very much, if they even ever notice it's disappeared

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[morethanprops]

Moist comes up to the Bar with a smile and Franz beside him,

"You look beautiful. What kind of story should I entertain you with?"

[weplayparts]

She smiles back, evidently pleased to see him.

"Flattery, xin gan, gets you everywhere. But you can tell me all about what you've been up to. It's been ages."

[morethanprops]

"Oh Urquhart and I had a wonderful expedition to a small town that had no idea what to do with us. We were a rather eccentric couple who painted, fished and cooked. I have a painting I did for you too. Also I've been teaching a charming schoolboy about sex,"

Franz wuffs to say hello to her.

[weplayparts]

"You have been busy."

She smiles, leaning on the bar, resting her chin in her palm as she idly taps fingertips against her cheek.

"Not that I expected any less from a man of your talents."

[scots_wolf]

"You look like a princess," Urquhart says, leaning on the bar. "I should bow down to you and call you 'my lady' and recite the poetry of the Provencal troubardours for your pleasure."

[weplayparts]

"Who knew all it would take was a few old threads and a few new jewels?"

She shakes her head, adjusting the skirts of her dress behind the bar, taking care not to bump anything or knock anything over as she moves.

"It's a little - bigger than I'm used to."

[scots_wolf]

"You'll get used to it," Urquhart says, with a grin. "I think there's nothing you can't carry off, eventually."

He leans over the bar, playfully trying to catch her.

[weplayparts]

She steps backward as he moves, anticipating his reach, and stands against the wall behind the bar, skirt rustling inches away from his fingertips, smirking teasingly.

"I'll be aiming to get out of it later."

[immortal_now]

Amanda is on her way out the door but how can she resist, "A Pink Diamond please."

[weplayparts]

"With the cherry or without?"

It doesn't matter to her either way; if she nixes the cherry, Saffron will just continue her trend of snacking on the garnishes. The ball in Persephone had had little more to eat than simple, non-filling finger foods.

[immortal_now]

"With please" she says with a smile and offers "My name is Amanda" and she is definetly taking in Saffrons accessories.

[weplayparts]

"Saffron," she responds, smiling lightly in return.

In a moment or two, she'll hand the drink to Amanda, cherry and all.

[almosthonorable]

Ben settles on a stool, half-smirking.

"I reckon I could tell you the one about the red-headed bartender who's so pretty, she doesn't need jewelry to shine."

[weplayparts]

She's got her back turned to him, but her ears catch the sound of him even before he sits down, and she ducks her head to hide a brief grin.

"You're just after a free drink, Mr. Wade," she finally responds, making her way down to his end.

[almosthonorable]

"And you're just plain cynical, Sassafras," he says, chuckling. "Can't a man tell the truth around this place?"

[weplayparts]

"I'm not so sure that's entirely possible," she answers, standing directly across from him, the bracelets on her wrists sparkling as she crosses her arms over her front.

"Unless he's the sort of man who's gotten into the habit of electing when and where he wants to display his occasional bouts of honesty."