Emmanuelle only gives the apparently drunk girl at the other side of the bar only a brief look and then focusses on her wine. It's has a nice red color and it smells just as wine should, she cautiously sips it and sighs disappointed "You don't taste as you should." she quietly mumbles at the wine. She slides the glass of wine aside and looks back at the girl, she looks pretty normal but by the way she acts, Emmanuelle suspects her of having a mental disadvantage.
Mord cursed and reached the counter quickly enough to prevent any more breakage.
She was looking around innocently, as if nothing happened.
He sighed and leaned forward to look into her eyes. She smiled mischievously, glancing back "Yeeees?" "Hmm..."He kept a stern face, attempting to look quite pissed.
Seeing that, the girl giggled and, rolling her eyes, she said carelessly. "Ohhhh? I see! You are about to declare your love for me!" She smiled "You hid a ring somewhere?"
She started to frantically search around. "I bet it's a diamond! It's a diamond, right?"
He couldn't help but facepalm. After a while he sighed "No no... There isn't any ring. Stop searching, silly."
The girl pouted."Mean" "Now... You will be a good girl and behave, right? If you do so, i will offer you a glass of vodka every hour." For good measure, he showed her the bottle and waved it in front of her.
She followed with her eyes for a while and finally focused back on him. "Every hour? That's not funny!"
Mord repressed a smile and shrugged.
She left the counter, tilting her head, and started to wander in the bar, starting to greet every single person that was there...
The door opens and and a man walks in, he looks like he works out alot and while he's standing in the door opening he takes a calculated look around the club. He then walks straight to Concordia and he passes Emmanuelle, who isn't paying attention to him anyway. He sits down next to Connie and puts a medium sized bag on the counter "Kallisti i'm Flint do you like dresses?" without waiting for her to answer he continues "Of course you do, but you know what would look great on you?" he unzips the bag and shows Connie the content, it's a beautiful red dress made out of a strange fabric.
"What do you think?" he pulls the dress out of the bag a little "Go on, feel it, it's very strong fabric." Emmanuelle noticed Flint now and she gazes at him for a while as he pulled out the dress, her eyes narrowed for a moment, could it be her dress? She decided to wait for a little longer, after all what would the odds be that a random man walks into the same club as her carrying her dress in a bag.
Flint leans closer to Connie "I'll cut you a deal, i've bought this one for 10.000 credits but you can have it for 8.000, sounds good doesn't it?"
She didn't notice the man going to her and was a bit surprised when he adressed her.
Did he want her to dance for him?
No.. Didn't look like it.
She gave him a glance and smiled. He was quite cute!
But a bit excited, as far as she could tell.
The girl then gazed at the bag, wondering what was there.
She opened her eyes wide when she saw the dress. She looked so beautiful!
And red was usually fitting well with her dark hairs.
She wasn't really listening to his little speech, staring at the dress the whole time... But when he talked about the price, she shook her head, discouraged.
She was broke... As usual.
Concordia thought about doing her typical 'can i pay in kisses' joke...
When Connie shaked her head he completely took the dress out of the bag "Oh come on, it's a real bargain! Look at details on the stitches and..." he suddenly stops talking as Emmanuelle taps on his shoulder, he turns around and faces her "Yes? Oh! You're interested in the dress aren't you?" Emmanuelle tilts her head sideways a bit and looks him in the eyes, "That's right, I am very interested in that dress... Because it's mine!"
Flint chuckles, he heard gallic accents before but he still finds it funny "I'm afraid it's not dear, I bought this one on Gran Canaria almost a year ago" Emmanuelles eyes narrow yet she speaks calmly "No... that dress was made by my mother years ago when I left home to start my training... It's the only thing i've got left of her and I want it back you thief!" Flint looks a little unease now "Thief? Uhm excuse me miss but i'm not a thief, i'm telling you the truth..."
Emmanuelle now taps the badge on the chest of Flints jumpsuit rather hard "That's the same badge everyone aboard that ship had on their jumpsuits, you work aboard it and you stole -my- dress from the room I was held in!" Flint looks around and leans closer to Emmanuelle, "I don't know what you're talking about..." She facepalms for a moment and sighs "Look... Ever since I left home everything went downhill for me, I exiled myself from the Royal Navy and my home by accident because I had other ideas then everyone else. I want to start a new life here in peace, so please don't make me ruin that by having to take my dress from you by force..."
Flint looks startled for a moment "Wait what... Royal Navy as in... you're a Gallic Royal?!" Emmanuelle hushes him "keep it down will you? It's what I used to be, and thanks to doctor Holliday i'm getting a second chance here, never the less, can I have my dress now?" He hesitates but then hands over the red dress. Emmanuelle smiles as she feels the fabric again "Merci... oh and say hi to your captain will you?" She turns around and starts walking to the door "She passed away..." Flint sighs after saying that and Emmanuelle stops, without turning around again she replies to him "How unfortunate..." But it didn't sound very sincere.
That dress indeed looked nice. But she didn't have any flax. Spent it all on Freeport 11 right before moving back to Baffin with that sad boy and his friends.
The girl glanced at the lady and then at that boy as they were discussing. She wasn't quite getting it all.
Though she heard 'gallic' and smiled.
She always loved how Gallics were kissing.
Nodding her head gently, the girl was daydreaming.
Was this blond girl good at kissing too? And why the boy didn't kiss her now anyway?
She was about to say something silly when she realized the lady wasn't there anymore. She finally located her heading out of the bar.... With the dress!
Doing some kind of quick caterwaul, the girl jumped on her feet and skipped about to the woman.
She stopped her by pulling her coat and asked point-blankly :
"Hey hey! Don't leave! I wanted to ask you if you kiss well!"
Emmanuelle looks suprised as someone pulled her coat, the expression on her face changed from surpised to complete disbelieve once the girl asked her that question, she slowly turns around to face her. "Excuse me? You are kidding me right? How dare you to ask me such a question, I don't even know you!" She really looks upset and reaches into one of her pockets for her pack of cigarettes and lights a smoke.
The girl smiled mischievously at her reaction but quickly pouted when she noticed she was about to light a cigarette.
She reached to try to take the cigarette from her, yelling it wasn't good for her health, but failed somehow as the woman skillfully got out of reach.
All she was able to do in the end was to hug the blonde woman. "You smell funny! Annnd..."She started, smiling softly to her"You sound a bit sad. Are you alright, love?"
The girl didn't wait her to answer. She started to pull her towards the dance floor. "Come on, love! Let's dance!"
Emmanuelle couldn't other then stare at this strange girl, why was she so... almost dependend why anyone else would avoid her because of her heritage. But before they even reached the dancefloor someone grabbed her shoulder. "Oui?" Emmanuelle asks but the person behind her just yells "Got her!" Emmanuelle is being dragged out of the bar towards the mooring fixtures.
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Doc was dressed in a fine dinner suit as he sat at a reserved table on the "civilized" side of Sins. Much of the clientel went to where the girls danced and they could be belligerent without recourse but, as with some of the senior staff and pilots, the civilized side was preferred as it was quiet.
Doc sat with a drink, awaiting Madomoiselle Mimieux to arrive. He said nothing of the meeting she requested of him to anyone, to include his wife. What did she want? What was her motive? She was a gorgeous woman but, as Doc always did, he planned it to be professional. As he waited, he sipped a drink of club soda, wanting to politely wait for his guest to arrive. A pack of playing cards always in his pocket, he played solitaire while he waited.
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