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Post by Claire Weiss on Feb 16, 2008 10:32:38 GMT -5
Claire laughed. "I'm going to keep that in mind," she said. This was going to be easier than she thought. "I only say things that are honest, and thank you. Compliments are always nice to hear." She took another drink. "So, do you dance at all Tristan?"
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Post by Tristan Collins on Feb 16, 2008 10:35:40 GMT -5
Tristan smiled. This was going to be interesting. It was barely any work at all. She had come to him, and she was already eating out of his hands. "Yeah, I dance a little," he answered. He took one more gulp from his glass, then set it down on the table. Holding out a hand to her, he said, "Shall we?"
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Post by Claire Weiss on Feb 16, 2008 10:40:23 GMT -5
Claire reached her hand out and put it in his. She stood up from her chair. "We shall," she said walking with him towards the dance floor. "Not many guys can dance well. I hope you can prove that you're not like any of the other guys." Claire gave him another wink.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Feb 16, 2008 11:02:59 GMT -5
"Oh, well, I'll definitely do my best, my dear," Tristan said, smiling. He lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a light kiss to the back. Then he led her out onto the dance floor.
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Post by Claire Weiss on Feb 16, 2008 11:37:55 GMT -5
Claire smiled. Tristan was a charmer, she had to give him that. As he was slightly ahead of her, she give a quick glance back towards Edmund with the brunette. Claire felt a pang of jealousy and turned back, before Tristan asked any questions. She shouldn't feel jealous. After all, she was trying to win this challenge. The way things were looking, she may just do it. Claire put one hand on Tristan's shoulder and left the other in his hand.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Feb 16, 2008 11:52:52 GMT -5
Tristan swept her around in a spin, smiling at her. "I do enjoy dancing," he commented. "I haven't done it in a while. Evie never did like dancing very much." Then he widened his eyes. "Oh, right, I'm sorry. I forgot... we're not talking about the past anymore. So, let's change the subject... why don't you tell me a little about yourself, Claire?"
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Post by Claire Weiss on Feb 16, 2008 11:59:02 GMT -5
Claire laughed as Tristan spun her around. "It's alright," said Claire. "There's not much to know really. I'm not currently working. I'm an only child and my parents are still living. I've traveled a lot to all sorts of different places. Other than that, it's nothing special. What about you?"
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Post by Angelique St. Clare on Feb 16, 2008 12:05:38 GMT -5
"You're on, love," Edmund said with a wink. He paused a moment to size up Mr. Blue Shirt, then frowned. The guy looked very much like Claire's type. He also looked a little dumb. He might be easily manipulated. Pressing his lips together, Edmund shook his head and turned back towards the brunette. She was still standing with the other guy, but had a look on her face that showed she desperately wanted to get away from him. The guy seemed to be babbling on and on about something, and the woman looked bored and annoyed by it all. Edmund tipped his hat slightly, put on his most charming smile, and strode over to her. "Darling, there you are! I was beginning to think you had stood me up. Come on, I've got a table reserved for us right over here." He bowed slightly and took her arm. Angelique raised her eyebrows at the man who had suddenly approached her, acting as if he knew her. She had never set eyes on him before in her life. But it wasn't as if he was unpleasant to look at. Far from it. But he also carried himself in that bold, confident manner that indicated to her that he knew just exactly how good-looking he was. Still, the guy she was with was a real bore. All night, he had done nothing but talk about his work with the Department of Magical Licenses and Registrations Office, which had to be just about the least interesting department in the Ministry. She was going to kill Wesley for setting her up on this blind date. So when this strange, but handsome man approached her and offered her rescue, she knew she'd be foolish to turn him down. "Oh, was that tonight?" Angelique gushed. "I'm so, so sorry, darling. I totally lost track of the days. You know how scattered I can be sometimes. I thought our date was for Saturday, not Friday." She turned back to Melvin Farnsworth, her dreadfully dull date. "I'm so sorry, Melvin, I'm going to have to cut this short. This is an old friend of mine, who just got back into town a few days ago. You don't mind, do you?" "Uh, no, not at all," said Melvin, looking disappointed. "Um, I had a really nice time. Can I..." "Don't call me, I'll call you," Angelique said with a wink. "It's been great, Melvin. See you around." She gave him a quick parting handshake, then placed her hand in the stranger's. "Come on, let's go," she said. |
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Post by Edmund Fairfax on Feb 16, 2008 12:12:26 GMT -5
Edmund smiled with amusement as he watched the woman indelicately dispose of her companion. It seemed he was right, she was desperate for release and drawn to the stranger who offered her an escape. She seemed wholly charming and lovely, if a tad blunt. He also noticed her American accent. Interesting...
As he led her away to his table, he turned to her. "I hope you didn't mind my intruding on your date, but I'd never seen a woman quite as lovely as you who looked so miserable. It seemed as if you were in need of a rescue, and I couldn't help but oblige. My name is Edmund. May I be so bold as to ask for yours?"
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Post by Angelique St. Clare on Feb 16, 2008 12:17:43 GMT -5
Angelique raised her eyebrows at him. He certainly was full of himself. "OK, first of all? I do not need to be rescued. I'm not some helpless maiden who needs a man to save her and protect her. If I really want to get out of a date with some lifeless Licensing official, I can do it just fine on my own, thank you. I was only a few minutes from making an excuse myself. You only provided me with an easy escape." She sat down at the table and looked at him with interest. He really was nice to look at... "Still, thanks for what you did. My name is Angelique."
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Post by Edmund Fairfax on Feb 16, 2008 12:21:35 GMT -5
Edmund chuckled. "But of course, you're right. My apologies. The truth is, I was so captivated by your beauty that I simply could not keep myself away any longer." He took her hand and kissed it lightly, keeping his eyes on hers as he did. "Angelique. It is a pleasure to meet you. Such a lovely name. It is French, and yet, by your accent, I can tell you are an American. What brings you here, if I may ask?"
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Post by Angelique St. Clare on Feb 16, 2008 12:28:02 GMT -5
Angelique nearly rolled her eyes at the line about how he had been "captivated" by her. Did women really fall for that crap? He was about as sincere as a boggart. But, since he was playing her, she decided to play him a little as well. So she simply shrugged. "Oh, mostly I'm here because I have family here. My half brother--who I am totally going to kill for setting me up on that blind date--lives here with his daughter. Also, I lost my job over in America and came over here, where I felt I could do some good."
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Post by Edmund Fairfax on Feb 16, 2008 12:32:22 GMT -5
Edmund laughed. "A blind date? Well, that explains a lot. Whatever would you need a blind date for, anyway? A woman such as yourself should have no problem finding a date on her own. I would think you'd have your pick of men." He leaned back in his seat and regarded her casually.
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Post by Angelique St. Clare on Feb 16, 2008 12:35:37 GMT -5
"Oh, I know, right?" Angelique said. "That's what I told him. I have very high standards, and if I find someone I'm attracted to, I have no problem asking him myself. But Wesley seems convinced that I need to get out more and meet people. Like, whatever. I would have said the same thing to him if he hadn't finally asked out Evangeline. So I'm really just trying to humor him. But really, if you ask me, he wasn't doing this for me. He was doing in for that guy. I'm sure he hasn't been out on a date since Eisenhower was president."
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Post by Edmund Fairfax on Feb 16, 2008 12:39:30 GMT -5
Edmund burst out in a genuine laugh. He liked this woman; she challenged and amused him. He could listen to her talk for hours. "You, my dear, are very charming. I've never heard someone speak so honestly before. Is that typical of Americans? That you just say whatever is on your mind?"
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Post by Angelique St. Clare on Feb 16, 2008 12:43:00 GMT -5
"Yeah, well, the truth hurts sometimes, but it's better than a lie. That's what my mother used to tell me. I believe in speaking my mind, even if it hurts. If you lie to people, how will they ever learn to face their own problems?" Angelique smiled. "I wouldn't say it's typical of Americans... most people are the same way as here, not really saying what they mean. But I figure, as an American, I'm guaranteed a freedom of speech, so I may as well use it."
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Post by Edmund Fairfax on Feb 16, 2008 12:45:23 GMT -5
"Well, I must say, I find your candour refreshing," Edmund said. "And perhaps you are right; pretense and lies and holding back one's feelings... it's no way to live, really. We tend to keep things all bottled up inside. It's not healthy."
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Post by Angelique St. Clare on Feb 16, 2008 12:48:03 GMT -5
"That's exactly my point," Angelique said. "So if we're being honest with each other, can I just ask you, what exactly is your deal, anyway? There's just no way anyone talks like you do, with all your pretty words and phony compliments. I mean, you're very charming and everything, but it can't be real, is it? You're just... too perfect."
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Post by Edmund Fairfax on Feb 16, 2008 13:00:19 GMT -5
Edmund put his hand over his heart. "Ooh, ouch. You really don't hold anything back, do you? Your words go right for the throat." He gave her a smile. "The truth is, I'm not faking. This is how I was raised. Just as you were raised to speak the truth, I was raised in fancy boarding schools even before my magical education started. My parents wanted me to conduct myself with poise and sophistication, because our family holds a royal title. I'm expected to behave in a certain way, and I don't really know how to be any other way."
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Post by Angelique St. Clare on Feb 16, 2008 13:04:25 GMT -5
"Oh," Angelique said, somewhat disappointed. She had been hoping she could get him to drop the act, so she could see what he was really like underneath all the pomp and circumstance. It turned out, it was just more of the same. "Well, that makes sense, then. So you really meant what you said about my being captivating?"
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