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Post by Brook LaRue on Aug 18, 2009 21:07:16 GMT -5
Brook's eyes widened a little at Blink's attempted at pros before she went back to her menu with a sigh. To be told if she didn't love the bone head she probably would have dumped his drink in his lap ages ago. But the truth was--- well she knew that Blink was an equal opportunist and though he cared about her in his way. She would keep caring without getting much thought as to herself. Flirting was how the southerners communicated. They always had.
Rolling her eyes a bit and her jaw dropped at the girl's attempt at a french accent, getting her gander up she snorted and turned away. Right as Specs moved in beside her practically into her lap. She turned and scowled though it wasn't directed at him.
"Teach me some of that Frenchy stuff. It might come in handy, y'know?" He lowered his voice so Blink and Sally couldn't her if they happened to get their tongues off the floor and were listening. "You owe me one red-head broad, y'know that?"
Her dark slender brow raised and she let out a low lengthy sigh, "Oh mon choux. You sure you're ready to learn a little bit of Cajun flair?" she smiled softly and tilted her head to the side a little as she considered it. "I'm not really french but I do know what a gentleman is. And I can show you all of that ifn ya like.." She almost exuded sensual southern style Brook did, even when she was just being her fun sunny self. But at the moment she was annoyed and gave Specs that look that agreed she owed him. And she was going to make Blink squirm in the process.
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Post by Specs on Aug 20, 2009 8:33:09 GMT -5
"Oh mon choux. You sure you're ready to learn a little bit of Cajun flair?"
"Sure, thing, sweetheart, lay it on me," he said confidently. How hard could it be? And if the girls went for the made-up stuff like Blink was spewing out, they would go for a few French words thrown at them, even if they didn't make sense, so long as they sounded good. And if speaking some French got Specs a girl before the night was over, he would consider Brook's debt paid.
"I'm not really french but I do know what a gentleman is. And I can show you all of that ifn ya like.."
"From you, doll, I'd like nothing more." He winked at her with a grin. He loved playing with Brook; there was nothing he could do to make her sore at him. Sally probably didn't have enough brains to want Specs, anyway. That was why she found Blink so interesting.
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Post by Brook LaRue on Aug 20, 2009 17:15:05 GMT -5
She smiled softly and shook her head, moving in closer as she tried to think of something to tell him in French. she did know more then her own Bayou tongue but she had to think about it for a moment. French that could melt a woman's heart is what Specs was after. "Tell her Vos yeux miroitent comme des diamants dans un ciel d'hivers*." her voice was soft as silk and that was true french not her own language of Louisiana Creole. She did know French, she had to growing up where she did the French were still everywhere in the larger cities.
She winked back and lifted her chin as she tried to think of more, "If you really want to get a girl tell her Vous êtes plus beau que Helen de Troy**. Though truth be told, mon che. You could tell a girl that they had feet like mud puppies and if you said it in another language they'd think it was a compliment. Some girls are very simple.."
Oh yes there was a dig at Sally. She for one felt incredibly put out and what's worse, she mostly blamed Blink. But eventually the little Cajun would get over it. She always did when it came to her boys.
(*I plugged shit into bablefish
** twice)
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Post by Specs on Aug 21, 2009 8:37:43 GMT -5
Specs attempted to repeat the French, and ended up mangling it so terribly it would be impossible to write phonetically in any kind of cohersion, if someone would ever attempt to. He chuckled when he realized (without much effort) that his attempt at French was a crash-and-burn. "How 'bout we start with hello?" he said with a grin. Brook spoke again, and Specs understood Helen and Troy, though he didn't know what those two had to do with impressing a girl. "Yeah, yeah, or else give me something simple that sounds good. Like, ah...how do you say pretty, or whatever? Somethin' like that..." Hell, he didn't care if she taught him vulgarity. He grinned at her and lightly carassed her cheek with his thumb. "So I got one more word to call you, eh?" He took his hand away before very long at all, but he hoped he would at least get a blush out of her.
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Post by Kid Blink on Aug 21, 2009 15:02:44 GMT -5
(( ::drags Blink-muse kicking and screaming into the thread:: ))
Blink looked to be busy murmuring sweet nothing into Sally's ear (where they likely passed right out the other side, empty-headed as the poor girl was), but he was keeping one ear trained on Specs and Brook's conversation as well. He didn't have any particular beef with Specs, never had, but his womanizing nature tended to get him and everyone around him in trouble at times. This seemed like it might be one of those times, judging by the fresh red hand-shaped mark that had been marring his cheek when Blink caught up with them earlier.
((Fail response is fail. Someone whip this muse!))
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Post by Brook LaRue on Aug 22, 2009 23:52:39 GMT -5
She smirked as Specs tried to sweet talk her and she kissed his cheek, "Oh, mon che. You don't need to use such sweet words with me." Actually it was fun to play back sometimes. Specs knew he wasn't going to get anywhere with Brook like he had Piper.
What had that little Scot been thinking? And wasn't she with some boy from the Bronx? Sighing Brook frowned a little, the wind out of her sails as she leaned against her friend's shoulder watching Blink for a moment she got up. "I need some air.."
Sally's constant slaughtering of the accent Brook had grown up with was doing far more damage to her delicate ears than the little cajun could take.
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Post by shiner on Jan 17, 2010 14:53:24 GMT -5
>>> NEW DAY <<<
"Oh, it's not too bad," Dutchy gave a shrug, a small smirk of feigned modesty tugged at his lips, looking at his wrapped hand. Shiner was impressed, and terribly sympathetic to him. Normally he wouldn't have let her, but he had been doing so poorly with his papers he couldn't afford to say no to her and skip out on lunch again.
Shiner sat across from Dutchy in the booth, looking rather thin still, but dressed in a dark gold and white dress, her hair curled and looking like a proper well off girl again.
"I'm sure Uncle Walter did his best on it..." She sipped her Coke and eyed Dutchy's glasses as they slipped down his nose again. Too big and not quite the right prescription, giving him headaches at the end of the day. Like he needed anything else to suffer through.
"Yeah, I think so," Dutchy gave her a smile, seeing how worried she seemed over him.
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