I love coffee, I love tea

[temper_tempest]

Who: Temari and Anyone (open)
When: Sunday afternoon
Where:  A coffee shop called 'Brewed Awakenings' in Sector 4, outside on the patio where dogs are allowed
Summary: Temari has settled in for a nice, relaxing coffee with her dog.  Bump into her?  Recognize her from the network or her job?  Try to pick her up?  Stare at her dog?  Start an argument

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[tapdancinskelly]

The wafting smell of coffee can be smelled from a bit of a distance away and it was drawing ever closer as Brooke made his way back home. He was playing his violin as he walked the song Bink's Sake always comforted him, and he felt more alive when he played it. "Although, I'm already dead." Brooke thought to himself out loud.

He was on his way back from checking the empty crates in the docks district for some musical supplies, when he came across a young lady who was the source of the coffee smell. He smiled brightly, or as brightly as one could when one is a skeleton, paused in his song, and asked her, "Good afternoon my Lady, it's a beautiful day is it not? Would you perchance be willing to show me your panties? Yohohoho!"

[temper_tempest]

There was a long, long pause while the young woman in question just stared at the walking, violin playing skeleton. She had seen a lot of very strange things since she arrived her, but this was undeniably the weirdest. And that was before he opened his mouth. Even her dog was staring.

There had to be something here she was missing. There was not a possible, rational chance that a skeleton had just asked to see her panties. Still staring, she formed a seal with her hands and whispered a release. The image didn't even shimmer. Not a genjutsu. Holy shit.

". . . what?"

[tapdancinskelly]

Brooke was slightly worried at the sight of the dog, considering the fact that ladies with dogs tended to sic them on him, and Brooke being a skeleton was a perfect doggy chew toy. Brooke then remembered that he should at least try to make a good impression before popping a question like that. So Brooke shined his shoe, straitened his tie, straitened his afro, took a polite bow, and asked again, "Your panties my dear lady. May I please see them?"

[temper_tempest]

Drifter did not have a sic command, which was probably to Brooke's advantage, since Temari would have been sorely tempted. As it was, she pushed her chair far enough back that she would have room to get up in a real hurry if this . . . skeleton kept on as he was. She was more aware than usual of her choice to wear a skirt, and made a point to keep her legs demurely crossed.

There was only so much she was willing to forgive in terms of cultural differences because of different worlds.

"Do you make a habit of asking young women to see their panties?"