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Post by Kathleen on Mar 28, 2008 22:02:04 GMT -5
Kathleen keeps to the sidelines of the party. It's not hard; she's dropped her usual, rather more rough attire, for a slim dress and graceful hat. She sips her drink quietly, scanning the crowd. She sees Rikku speaking to Zylaa and Goosh, and slowly makes her way over, smiling. One hand rests on the hilt of her dagger, hidden beneath her dress. "Wooonderful to see you," she says, giving Rikku her best grin. It has something feral in it.
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Post by Goosh on Mar 28, 2008 22:05:56 GMT -5
Goosh muttered something that sounded halfway between a laugh and a smart comment and raised his eyebrows. "Fair enough." He sighed and massaged his temple as a newcomer showed up. Who does this one work for...?
"Oh, we're having fun!" he grinned. He tossed his glass over his shoulder and grabbed another from a passing waiter. "So, how's it going?" he asked Rikku and Kathleen.
EDIT: ((GAHH, I'M CHANGING TENSES. XDD I haven't done that since fourth grade.))
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Post by Rikku on Mar 28, 2008 22:06:19 GMT -5
Rikku looks at Kathleen and grins back. It is a cheerful, friendly grin, the kind of grin you'd expect in two friends greeting one another. Her eyes glint. "Kathkitty, m'dear, didn't expect to see you here!" she says jovially. "After all, this is quite a high-class thing, isn't it?" She is more alert now, ready to grab her concealed weapons at a moment's notice. Her skin is prickling, and she curses that she did not come better prepared. She raises an eyebrow at Goosh. These people are rather undignified, but that's what you expect from the Mafia. "Oh, you know, same old, same old. You?"
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Post by Clocky: Activity is a Thing on Mar 28, 2008 22:08:59 GMT -5
(( Is it too late for me to continue? And who can I chat-up? xD; ))
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Post by Kathleen on Mar 28, 2008 22:10:31 GMT -5
"Rikku, my pleasure," Kathleen says, her dark eyes shining. Her hand rests none-too-obviously on her hip. "In my position, one often gets invited to such things, inevitably." She raises her flute to her lips, sipping delicately at her drink. "Although the high class is rather frivolous, don't you think?" she laughs, a carefree, silly laugh, but her left hand is firmly planted on her hip, and her eyes never leave Rikku's own.
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Post by Goosh on Mar 28, 2008 22:12:04 GMT -5
"Quite the high-class thing indeed," Goosh said. "And high class has high standards. Would probably be unwise to not live up to those standards during a shindig." He gave Rikku a calculating look.
"As for me, I've been changing industries. I'm working in health insurance now. Anyone who's in need of health protection would be wise to call me." He gave Zylaa a slight nod and racked his memory to see if he could ever remember Kathleen stating her alleigance.
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Post by Zylaa on Mar 28, 2008 22:15:49 GMT -5
Zylaa smiled and nodded back to Goosh, but before she could respond Rikku wandered over. She still wasn't sure what the game was, but after the hardly-veiled threat, she couldn't resist a small smirk. Smile, nod, greet Kathleen as she too wandered over. She let the debate over the drink continue-- it was interesting enough, and she needed time to frame a response-- but when Goosh brought up health insurance as well, she almost winced. This had gone on enough."Lovely to see you all as well," she said, smiling. "The weasels are getting on just fine-- although there was a bit of trouble earlier in the day." She paused long enough to take a bite of the strawberry. "Someone was trying to rob the weasels of their horde. As you can imagine, it was most distressing." Another bite of the strawberry. "The thief did make it out with all of his limbs, though, so no harm done."
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Post by Rikku on Mar 28, 2008 22:18:58 GMT -5
"Frivolous?" Rikku joins the laughter, watching Kathleen closely. "Indeed. All these silly dresses - they could make clothes for this many people again out of the spare fabric from all the lace and bobs." She returns Goosh's calculating look, looks him up and down, and smirks. "Health insurance, eh? High-risk occupation. I'm in the business, too. I'm sure we'll be excellent friends." She gives a wry grin, and glances at Zylaa. "Yes, great friends. A thief? Oh dear." Rikku re-asses the weasel girl. Perhaps she's a good candidate for Don Carrie's group. She'll have to ask Carrie her opinion later.
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Post by Kathleen on Mar 28, 2008 22:22:42 GMT -5
"Indeed, I have often though of it," Kathleen agrees with Rikku as they share a laugh, before turning to Goosh. "Health insurance, now, is it?" she eyes the Yurble carefully. They are on the same side, she knows, both serving Hunty, but one can never tell who will turn traitor. Zylaa comments about the weasels, and Kathleen gives her a little smile, raising her champagne flute. "Delightful creatures," she remarks, not really listening.
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Post by Goosh on Mar 28, 2008 22:25:50 GMT -5
"Oh, we'll be thick as theives," Goosh smiled into his drink. He nodded at Zylaa. "That's too bad. I do think you should look into assistance." He smoothly slid a business card out of his sleeve and handed it to Zylaa. "Call me." With a nod to Rikku, Goosh turned and began to mingle with the crowd again. It was too much stress to deal with Carrie's goons and try to recruit Zylaa.
He stopped a Thundy. A likely candidate, and probably with access to a full armory. "Hello, Thundy," he grinned. "Having fun?"
((a.k.a. I'm going to bed. xD))
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Post by Rikku on Mar 28, 2008 22:30:19 GMT -5
Rikku gives Goosh a little wave, and then raises her eyebrows at Zylaa. "That Goosh, eh? So ... unsophisticated. I do hope you won't judge everyone in the business by him." She gives a charming smile, her eyes cold, and glances around the room again, searching for potential customers. "Hmm. Interesting crowd tonight." She can see many agents of both Hunty and Carrie. This was going to get complicated.
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Post by Zylaa on Mar 28, 2008 22:38:16 GMT -5
"What, you think I'd paint you with the same brush as the Yurble? Of course not. Don't worry, I can notice the difference," Zylaa assured Rikku. For starters, Goosh didn't try and threaten me, she thought. I'd love to see some of these people try and take on the weasels... She fiddled idly with Goosh's card and scanned the room as Rikku did. "Yes, an interesting crowd," she agreed. She carefully removed the green tuft of the strawberry and popped the rest of the fruit into her mouth.
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Post by Kathleen on Mar 28, 2008 23:30:40 GMT -5
Kathleen gives a little wave as Goosh leaves, then turns back to Zylaa and Rikku with a cold little smile. "It's been a pleasure," she says, her voice warm, although her manner is icy. There's nothing left to convince Rikku, she thinks. Too bad. I shouldn't like to see any harm come to one so talented. Kathleen wiggles her fingers slightly at the two ladies, then drops her nearly full champagne flute on a passing waiter's tray as she glides away, moving off to the sidelines of the party. Her eyes scan the crowd of well-dressed men and women, hearing the low murmur of chatter, the gentle background music. There's a pleasantly sweet taste in her mouth left over by the alcohol she normally avoids, but it turns sour when she sees none other than Clocky, looking unusually charming in his party clothes. Better get away fast, she thinks, and with that turns and makes her way toward the other side of the room.
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Post by Jina on Mar 28, 2008 23:34:40 GMT -5
((Clocky you can talk to me I dont like pretending to be passed out))
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Post by Speck on Mar 29, 2008 1:05:10 GMT -5
"Thank you, my dear," Speck takes the card gingerly, and places it in the small bag around her wrist. It wasn't big enough to carry any concealed weapons: just enough to carry a bit of make-up, and some cash. "My apologies. You must excuse me, I have to use the lady's room," she says, "Powder my nose, and all that jazz. It was a pleasure talking to you." The lemonade tycoon turns, the layered fabric of her emerald dress twirling and swishing as she walks into the restroom. She opens an empty stall of the elegantly decorated room, and enters. She was soon pulling up the skirt or her dress to the edge of her garters. Still there, she sighed a breath of relief, looking down at the two Derringers strapped to each of her legs. It was always good to be prepared, even at fancy parties such as this. No: especially at fancy parties such as this. One never knew when they would be without the protection of a body guard. Not that Miss Fern "Speck" Speckleton ever was without one or two, lurking in the background. Regardless: it never hurt anyone to be prepared. Maybe I should invest in better health insurance...She rearranged her dress, glanced in the mirror to make sure her appearance was all in order, and rejoined the party outside. It was easy enough to join the small talk of the nearest group of people. ((What's a lemonade tycoon without a full name, huh? XD))
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