Robespierre paused outside the door to Christy's, wondering just how much trouble he could get into by entering here. He knew that Christy's was the regular haunt of off duty BPA personel and hoped that their presence would prevent any ........unpleasantness. Not that he was not capable of defending himself should the need arise, but it defeated his objective in being here if people became ..... unpleasant when they realised that he was Gallic. Still, hiding who he was would do nothing to help his cause, so he quickly glanced at his reflection in the Tea shop windows, smiling slightly at the figure reflected back at him, then he purposefully opened the door and stroll casually inside.
Inside Christy's, the usual gentle hum of conversation died away to complete silence as people took stock at what had descended into their midst. Most were struck dumb in amazement, some waited in anticipation of some sort of public entertainment, while Christy herself who was taking a sip of tea at that exact moment, choked, broke into a coughing fit and had to be pounded on the back as she gasped for breath. As she regained her breath, she gazed with amazement through eyes that streamed with tears from her coughing spasms at the spectacle that had just entered her establishment. It was a young man dressed in such a fashion as to look twice, then a third time and then make one consider whether to rush off and get their eyes tested, just to be on the safe side. He was not ugly or malformed in any way, in fact he was tall, straight and one could say almost handsome, but MY GOD, what was he wearing? Surely he must have lost one hell of a forfeit to have to wear that outfit in public!
Christy's eyes gazed in ever increasing amazement from the gold shoes with the 3 inch heels and apparently diamond encrusted buckles, the white silk stockings that rose to the knee, the gold lame knee britches (KNEE BRITCHES?), with matching gold lame frock coat, cut to the waist in front with long tails to below the knee at the rear. A pearl effect waistcoat with silver buttons, a burgundy frilled silk shirt with a high collared stock and white silk cravat held in place by a gaudy gold tie pin with a ruby centrepiece (that Christy felt sure broke all the rules of good taste, etiquette, fashion and was surely a hanging offence, or at least deserved to be!) To top it all off, he was wearing a gold lame tophat, complete with ruby encrusted hatband (that elevated the crime from a hanging offence to surely demanding that he be at least hung, drawn and quartered!) and after blinking rapidly to focus her disbelieving eyes, it couldn't be could it? Surely no-one would ever...... Oh God, it was true, he was wearing a beauty spot! Feeling unable to cope and gasping like a demented goldfish, Christy slid helplessly back into the chair she had risen from at the entrance effected by this ........fop!
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