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niteo_logs2012-06-18 08:55 am
and_my_pickaxe) wrote in niteo_logs2012-06-18 08:55 am
[OPEN] So raise your glass high...
Characters: Lin Mayuzumi (and_my_pickaxe) and YOU!
When: Backdated to June 14th.
Where: In the Dining Car of the trains.
Rating: 14A for some language, or violence depending on how angry she gets, knowing Mayuzumi.
Summary: Mayuzumi is lonely and drowns her sorrows in delicious food and drink. By this I mean she has an all-out feast for herself she can't possibly finish alone.
Who is it that has stolen three bottles of the train's best champagne? Who is it that has grabbed three cases of dessert? Sandwiches? Juices? Food that could have fed a room full of guests?
It's Lin Mayuzumi, of course, and it's all spilled across a short train dining table that can barely fit it all.
Dressed as if she were born for such a decadent feast, Lin had laundered the silk shirt and skirt she had arrived in. Gold earrings hung from her ears and her long hair was brushed elegantly over her shoulders. Her silk stockings had been completely destroyed, and so her bare legs in her miniskirt have sunburn on top of old frostbite scars.
Her brown heels kicked up onto the table quite unladylike, Lin raised her glass to no one and took a long, deep drink. Like a dragon protecting its cave of riches, she eyed the door.
She'd only be willing to share depending on the guest. Everyone else could fuck off.
[[ooc:Action brackets for speed 110% okay if it suits your fancy]]
and_my_pickaxe) and YOU!When: Backdated to June 14th.
Where: In the Dining Car of the trains.
Rating: 14A for some language, or violence depending on how angry she gets, knowing Mayuzumi.
Summary: Mayuzumi is lonely and drowns her sorrows in delicious food and drink. By this I mean she has an all-out feast for herself she can't possibly finish alone.
Who is it that has stolen three bottles of the train's best champagne? Who is it that has grabbed three cases of dessert? Sandwiches? Juices? Food that could have fed a room full of guests?
It's Lin Mayuzumi, of course, and it's all spilled across a short train dining table that can barely fit it all.
Dressed as if she were born for such a decadent feast, Lin had laundered the silk shirt and skirt she had arrived in. Gold earrings hung from her ears and her long hair was brushed elegantly over her shoulders. Her silk stockings had been completely destroyed, and so her bare legs in her miniskirt have sunburn on top of old frostbite scars.
Her brown heels kicked up onto the table quite unladylike, Lin raised her glass to no one and took a long, deep drink. Like a dragon protecting its cave of riches, she eyed the door.
She'd only be willing to share depending on the guest. Everyone else could fuck off.
[[ooc:Action brackets for speed 110% okay if it suits your fancy]]
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And champagne. And sparkling cider. Or, ordinary juice. Take your pick.
[She doesn't care much about his age today, it is a feast. He can drink whatever he wants.]
You can eat whatever you like, as well. It's not only mine.
[She circles her nails around the rim of her wine glass as she waits to see what he will do.]
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Ah, then I'll have some juice.
[It takes only a few seconds to scan the selection, gingerly reaching out for the carton.]
Hm. The other should take advantage of good food whilst it's here.
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[Lin promptly refills her glass with champagne.]
Certainly, they should. And I'm glad you took a moment to sit down with me. When food is as plentiful as this, it's important to celebrate just once, right?
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[It wasn't far from the truth at all. Out of personal choice as well as from his position as a ninja.
He'll just fill up his glass and take a sip, clearly pleasantly surprised by the taste.
At her question he manages a smile.]
Ah, so you're willing to share now?
[It's meant to tease-- perhaps overcompensation for missing Shisui.]
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Well, it's a special occasion.
Cheers?
[She lifts her glass towards his.]
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[Judging a book by it's cover isn't really his thing, but he's trying-- to fit in, to enjoy his time here, to forget what's going on back home, to spend as much time with Sasuke as possible.
It's why he smiles, ever so slightly as he lifts his glass, letting it touch gently against her own.]
Mn. Cheers.