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Post by redtopaz on Aug 31, 2008 15:26:59 GMT -5
Mercedes blushed, because of the tequila or embaresmment no one could tell. She got a goofy grin on her face, the sort that school girls wear when they're about to divulge a well-loved secret. Mercedes giggled and looked around to assure they had no eavesdroppers. Not that she'd really be able to tell, given how drunk she was.
"Si, si. Well, I've had this... fantasy for a while. One day when I was at the palace on some routine somthin-er-other there was this... guy there." Mercedes grin grew into the look of a star-struck teenager. "He was so handsome! And he looked right at me and gave me this dashing smile. Right at me! He wasn't my type at all, but that just made him cuter." She giggled madly and quickly looked around again. She hunkered over and began to whisper. "Jack called him Johnny. What a great name! I'm naming my first born son Johnny," she divulged, pressing a hand to her chest in earnest expression.
"But you can't tell anyone! I'd totally die!" she said, raising her voice until she was almost shouting. Then she promptly dissolved back into giggles. "You should ask Dracula out," she counseled.
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Post by Maestro on Aug 31, 2008 16:17:46 GMT -5
Iseabail rested her head on her folded hands, listening intently to Mercedes' confession. "Och, Johnny?!" she exclaimed, laughing. "That bloody werewolf? Oh, Mercedes, dear you can do better than Johnny." Of course, Iseabail was still stuck on Armand, at the moment.
"And Dracula's married," she told Mercedes, giggling. "Tha's why it's 'if ye could.' I do believe that I've not met someone like him in a long time; he's from Wallachia, you know. He had been the ruler there at one point, but something happened. I dinna ken what it was. And you know, it's really too bad that the Bonnie Prince is very dead and was also very human." It might be rather strange, but Iseabail had had a crush on her creator for a while. And then he had died.
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Post by redtopaz on Sept 2, 2008 15:08:40 GMT -5
"He's a werewolf?" Mercedes asked, filling the information on her secret crush away. "Sides, I think he's got a girl or something," she said, looking distinctly dejected. She gave a sigh of forlorn longing. "All the guys I might like have girls." She giggled suddenly and slapped Iseabail on the back. "You'd know all about that, too!" Mercedes motioned for another shot. The bartender gave her a dubious look, but poured her another drink at her insistence. "Did you know, Isea, that humans actually have more men than women! How did we wind up with the invert-ivus-opposite of that?" She sucked back the drink and slammed the shot glass on the counter. "Whoo! We should get out of here! I feel like breaking in to someplace!"
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Post by Maestro on Sept 3, 2008 18:50:51 GMT -5
"Aye, he does," Iseabail hiccuped. "She's the concertmistress at the Opera House." She had literally just remembered that. If Iseabail had not just been drinking large amounts of alcohol, she probably wouldn't have laughed at Mercedes' comment, but now, she did. "I do, at that!" she giggled.
She thought about that for a moment. "Och, I suppose it's because there are more human men that there are more Dream and Nightmare women--we are their worst fear and dearest dream." And yet, even though mostly drunk, Iseabail was somehow still able to think clearly. About some things, anyway.
With a laugh, she added, "If we're going to do that, might want to call Bela, eh?" Bela was the real troublemaker of the family, but she would love to see that her sister wasn't all law and no fun.
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Post by redtopaz on Sept 3, 2008 19:13:28 GMT -5
"But I can't," Mercedes said, a tone of shock coloring her voice. "I'm a LOS detective. Do you know how unfair that is!? Bela getsss to have all the f-fun," she said with a hiccup. "My life is so boring," she said, starting to tear. No boy, few friends, little social life. "Iseabail. Be honest with me. Am I a stiff?"
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Post by Maestro on Sept 3, 2008 19:27:24 GMT -5
"Ye are no exactly a stiff, but ye should take more time off work, dear," Iseabail said, patting Mercedes' hand. "I ken that yer job is important, but ye dinna need to work yerself to death." Bela did get to do pretty much whatever she wanted, without thought to the consequences. Of course, that had resulted in a stay in the Rissa and moving back in with her parents, but really, that was a small price to pay for the fun she appeared to have.
But then, Iseabail had a brilliant idea. "Och, Mercedes," she started, grinning. "Ye can still do what ye want! Come with me; we're going to the Opera House," she took Mercedes' hand and led her out the door. "I've got a surprise for ye."
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