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Miss Delia Slater ([info]mizslater) wrote in [info]toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-07-18 13:14:00

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Entry tags:character_development, cordelia_slater

Subject: A drink to cool her nerves.
Who: Delia Slater.
Where: A pub not far from the Slater home.
Warnings: TBA.
Open to: All.

Any normal young woman, after being in such an argument with their father, and especially those that were of the milkweed sort of stock, would probably be tearing up and begging to be consoled, perhaps even would be going back to father and apologizing. But Delia Slater was a different sort of woman. She did not cry, she did not wail and she certainly would not go back to her father as she thought he had lost his mind. Delia Slater got angry. The walk to the pub had been a short one, but in that time the anger towards her father and his whore grew and grew, causing her to seethe with it by the time the pint was placed in front of her. She had to have done something to him as they had never fought like that before, and had never gotten so personal when fighting before. This woman had to be removed or ended, she reasoned, then her father would see the truth of her. And Delia would not let her harm him, but for the moment she felt as if it served him right.

He deserved all the trouble his little ginger trollop gave him, especially after talking to her like that.

The fact that she had been followed annoyed her as well, but the boy had enough sense to stay well back from her once they were in the pub. He was the same one she had threatened to 'take my shiny knife and turn you into a woman, and to throw your cock to Harry Fisher's dogs' not a year ago. Since then he gave her space, until he decided to literally drag her back to her father. She was not going back this time, no matter what the boy said. She would not stay in that house with that woman while her father was still off his nut.

Drinking down one, she asked for another. Many believed that Slaters had a naturally high thresh hold to alcohol, and while that may have been true for her father and brother, Delia had been drinking for a very long time and could easily have a whole pint and just be a little buzzed. It had been a while since she had been drunk, and it truly wasn't her intention to get that way, but she felt like she needed the drink to clear her head.


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[info]prettypoppet
2008-07-18 09:54 pm UTC (link)
She didn't have no business being in Slater's territory most likely, things being what they were, but then again if he wanted her dead it wouldn't matter whose place she was in. And she was pretty sure he liked her enough that he'd make it quick, so that wasn't such a worry.

So Mary was in his territory and was as a matter of fact, in one of the pubs. It was easier to take a break halfway home anyway. She hated being sick, it always took her forever and a day to be back to normal. She just gotten her cider when a flash of familiar dark hair caught her eye. Mary did a quick double take as she watched Delia Slater knock back a pint that looked half as big as she was. Uh-oh. Mary sighed. Delia had to be upset to have that look on her face and you couldn't just go leaving a friend be when she looked near ready to slice someone's head off. Especially when the friend had Delia's djinni temper.

"Delia?" Mary edged close to the other girl. "You tryin' to drown yourself or someone else?"

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[info]mizslater
2008-07-18 10:14 pm UTC (link)
She did not have to turn her head to see who was speaking to her. She knew the voice of dear sweet Mary as well as she knew her own. They had known each other much longer than either could remember and she seemed to be the only female friend Delia was able to keep for that long of a time. But Mary was always lovely and wonderful, and there was something about her that kept Delia from growing bored, as she usually did in her friendships. Of course it would be Mary that came across her, one of the few people she managed to curb her anger and temper for. She almost wanted to send the girl away, she was enjoying her anger too much by then.

She wouldn't though, of course, she couldn't do that to her friend.

"If only that ginger tart could fit in here," she motioned to the glass by pushing it with the tips of her fingers. "I would hold my hand over the top till she drowned, and after that it'd make sure to put something heavy on it so there would be no chance she could come back."

With a sigh she turned her head and her big blue eyes found her friend. "I'm sorry, dear one, I'm not such good company right now, best ignore me."

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[info]prettypoppet
2008-07-18 10:31 pm UTC (link)
Most girls had a tendency to be just a bit horrified by Delia in a temper. Mary, on the other hand, grinned. If you knew someone since before you could talk, it didn't matter what got said really. They were sisters in everything and even if they hadn't seen each other for a bit, it never seemed to matter.

"Oh, Del darlin', shut it. You're always great company and you know it." It looked to Mary like Delia needed a good long soak in the anger and then a full rinse of alcohol, and a night to run amok. It was her duty as a friend to make sure that whatever had upset Delia was going to be made better, and Mary took that duty dead seriously. Whatever else was goin' on could stuff itself. "Now what's it about a ginger tart? You gotta start at the beginning, and let me get caught up." She waved over noe of the barmaids and asked for a nip of gin. "If we're going to have to dump bodies, I want to know why," she said with a conspiratorial smile.

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[info]mizslater
2008-07-18 10:53 pm UTC (link)
When the barman picked up the glass she ran her finger around in the wet ring it left behind as she began. "I was away for a month, a man and an engagement that never was, I won't bore you with the details. Anyway, I come home and see Papa, he's really sweet and understanding about the whole thing. I suppose that should have tipped me off, but I just thought he missed me at the time and left it at that. A few days later I go to put something in his room and there's this ginger hag laying across his bed, humming to herself and thinking she's queen of sheba."

Another sigh left her left her lips, though this one was angry. "She tells me that my papa has moved her in to his room. That he wants her there and that he is mad about her, so there is no chance in hell that I could do a thing about it. And get this, she'd been there for a few weeks! He did not tell me about her when he welcomed me home, like he thought he could keep me from knowing!"

She shook her head and let her eyes stare through the bar. "I talked to papa about it today, which was a mistake. She's got him wrapped so tight around her little finger he doesn't seem to realize all I want to do is help him. We fought, I mean fought like we never have before. He kept defending her and acted insulted when I tried to tell him what she really was, tried to spin it like there was something wrong with me. So he said I didn't think much of him and to get out of his sight, so I have and that's why I'm here."

She looked back to Mary. "I won't let her hurt him, I would let her do to him what my mother did. I'd sooner kill her than let her stay. And I'm afraid he won't see it until it's too late, when she's broken his heart and tossed him aside."

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[info]prettypoppet
2008-07-18 11:06 pm UTC (link)
Mary's eyes went wide and her jaw fell open. Slater had brought someone home? Someone who would meet Delia? And hadn't even told Delia? And right after she'd lost out on an engagement? The whole world was goin' mad and that was no mistake.

"All right, I won't bother about the bit where some fool didn't marry you because I'm sure you already know he's an idiot and lord knows you can make him sorry later but..." She took a drink of the gin and didn't even choke. Some things just called for gin. "No wonder you're mad. He ought to have known you'd find out; the house ain't near big enough for hidin that."

She bit her lip and considered. Slater didn't always tell Delia things and Delia didn't always go about askin' things right in any case. "Maybe... he's got other reasons for her?" She shook her head, as nothing made sense at all. Slater never would've said anything like all that to Delia... would he? Well, maybe.

"Del, maybe your papa's got something else going on. You know he gets a bit touchy when business goes bad. And things are right sketchy lately. You ain't been around but stuff's all odd here nowadays. He don't take that well and maybe she ain't just a harlot but maybe she ain't just what he's tellin you either?" It wasn't the best explanation but it did sound a bit better than Slater losing his bloody mind and all but throwin his little girl out.

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[info]mizslater
2008-07-18 11:29 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, that's another thing, she is actually a whore. He says she was but isn't any longer, though I don't believe it for a second since she's apparently getting room and board in exchange for sleeping with him. I swear, I didn't realize how bad it would be once Jimmy left to make his own way, with him gone there isn't a soothing voice about the place and papa and I seem to argue more often than not with him gone."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Honestly, Mary, I can't make heads or tails of him any more these days. I mean even if he was being sweet because he knew he would have to tell me of her eventually, it's just more strange behavior. I'm beginning to wonder if I know him at all, I mean, if he's willing to bring home some slag and set her up in his own house, what else is he doing that I don't know about, or what could he do?"

She paled a little, "Oh God, what if she's pregnant... I'd really have to kill the damn witch."

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[info]prettypoppet
2008-07-18 11:48 pm UTC (link)
Something about the words 'ginger' and 'whore' finally clicked in Mary's head and she turned a curious look on her friend. Wouldn't that be a coincidence? "Firstly, I think you haven't had nearly enough to drink." She waved the barmaid over and directed her to pour Delia a gin.

Mary wasn't about to go telling Delia what all she didn't know. It would take weeks in any case. "Secondly, if she's pregnant, that would explain it too, wouldn't it? You know your father ain't one to go leavin' his kids out in the cold. He can't very well be rid of her until after the kid's born, can he?"

She put a hand on Delia's arm. "And no matter what he is or isn't, he's your papa. He might act as odd as he likes, but he'll remember that bit."

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[info]mizslater
2008-07-19 12:05 am UTC (link)
Another drink was lovely, and she drank half of the newest one before speaking again. "Oh, that really is so very lovely."

She returned her attention to Mary, "Yes but he would tell me about a child, I mean the baby would be my sibling after all and he would make sure Jimmy and I were there to look after it if we had to, and we would have to know it existed first. But I think she's the sort to always make sure she wouldn't get pregnant."

She leaned over and kissed her cheek. Mary was always such a wonderful friend. "I'm sure he does, or else I wouldn't have been followed. If he thinks I'm just gonna cool off and come back with my tail between my legs he's sorely mistaken. I'm not going back there until he apologizes or that bitch is gone."

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[info]prettypoppet
2008-07-19 12:37 am UTC (link)
"It is, isn't it? They should sing songs about it." Mary smiled and put an arm around Delia, giving her a hug. "Don't you worry. We'll think of something. An' I'm sure Slater won't stay dumb over this bit of fluff too long. He'll wake up, Del. An when he does, you can be right there to tell him off for it."

The gin was warming everything up into a nice glow. Anger, hurt, everything just seemed a bit more fun now. She wasn't drunk, but she had the idea that it was high time they both got there. "Meantime, you're right. You shouldn't go home. You should go..." Mary paused as the lack of options ocurred to her. Harry would probably not be happy if she brought Delia home with her but Mary wasn't happy that mum was around and that was a fair trade. HE was her brothre and Delia was her sister and the rest of it could hang itself. "You should go wherever you bloody well want to. We all should. Where do you want to go, Delia? Screw everyone and their rules- if they get to go mad and be stupid and awful, we should get to too."

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[info]mizslater
2008-07-19 01:00 am UTC (link)
"Hmmm," she had to think about it for a moment, but what she was really thinking about was if was worth it to finish her drink. She couldn't remember how many she had, and that was usually her stopping point, but damn it all, she was angry and Mary seemed to think drinking was what she needed. She would not question the older girl's wisdom now, she never had before. "I want to go somewhere better."

"I'm tired of dirt and the smell of that damn river. I miss class, society, or at least the morally questionable parts. What do you say, Mary? feel like getting pretty and hitting the town?" And the more she drank the better the idea seemed, she finished off her last, but decided if they were to go she needed a clear head, at least clear enough to put themselves together and to get where they needed to go.

And strangely enough, she could feel the anger melting away, at least for now.

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[info]prettypoppet
2008-07-19 01:18 am UTC (link)
"Somewhere better?" Mary thought of Harry's townhouse and then thought of the theater. Not Harrys, but the one she'd just come from. The one with ridiculously low windows in back and no bars on them. The one with lots of gorgeous costumes in the height of fashion just sitting all alone while they waited for the new play to open. "I say that whatever you want you should get, Del. I know a place with lots of dresses just sitting about lonely and unloved... I bet we know how to cheer them up, don't you? And I bet we both remember how to play a game of cards proper-like?"

Gin had made her emotions a bit more fuzzy toward the world in general but it also melted away the fear. She and Delia were djinn, same as the others and they could play by those rules if they wanted. The thrill of doing the expressly dangerous slid through her. Bad things happened and werent' nothing stopping them if even Slater was actin odd. No, it was time to have a bit of fun 'fore the world fell down.

She took Delia's hand and tossed some money on the bar. They'd be making more soon enough. "Let's hit 'em like they been askin for."

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[info]mizslater
2008-07-19 08:36 am UTC (link)
If Mary could find them better clothes, then Delia could find them a place to play. There were several private clubs within the city that would suit their needs, and hopefully two lovely young things like she and Mary could get in without them batting an eye lash. If they did, Delia knew there was always a back door. Cards and things were always tricky, at least for her. She had learned to play at a young age, but for years she seemed to do nothing but lose, eventually she did get better the trouble was she got greedy, never knowing when to quit. Once the pot grew large she would have to get Mary to keep an eye on her.

She let Mary lead her but they were stopped at the door by the boy that had been told to follow her. Delia let out an annoyed sigh, "You again? You didn't believe me when I said I'd castrate you, did you?"

She was suddenly being very sweet, she let go of Mary's hand and ran her hands up and down his arms. "Can't you just forget you've seen me? I promise I'll make it worth your while." when he said something about having orders she reached up and took his neck between her hands gently. When he continued to refuse to let her go off with Mary she gave him the sweetest glasgow kiss, slamming her forehead into his.

The boy went reeling back, out the door as he held his forehead. Delia's hand went to her own forehead, "Shouldn't have done that. Ow."

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[info]prettypoppet
2008-07-19 07:11 pm UTC (link)
Mary grimaced when she saw the boy watching them. Slater really ought to send someone bigger when Delia was in a state... She stood by and let her friend handle the unfortunate watcher.

"Delia--" the sound of Delia's head meeting the boy's was uncomfortably loud and Mary winced. "oh, are you all right?" she asked, moving to Delia's side. The boy had wobbled back toward them and Mary turned to smile sweetly at him just before she put a foot out. A whoof of air left his lungs as he fell straight on into a table full of raucous dockboys. "Come on, quick!" She grabbed Delia's arm and yanked her through the door while the offended party took it up with Slater's boy.

"The theater ain't far and the back windows are easy-peasy. A good rock and we'll be swanning out like princesses in no time," she whispered as she dragged Delia forward. The night air was clearing a bit of the gin-tinged fog out of her brain but not much. "You sure your head's all right?"

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[info]mizslater
2008-07-19 07:42 pm UTC (link)
"Oy yes, Jimmy always said I had the hardest head he'd ever seen," she said as the two moved quickly down the street, but Delia was sure they weren't being followed. "I'm beginning to believe he was right. The pain is running up stream against the drink, so I'll be alright for a while now."

She turned her arm and took Mary's hand in hers. "We need names and a story, as long as we look like we know what we're doing no one should question us, but some are more probing. Especially the men who are going to try to get under our skirts, maybe we should say something that would keep them away." Delia liked having a plan when it came to things like that, less things could go wrong if they were prepared.

"I think I'll get myself a townhouse with my share, I think it is about time I had myself a second home." she smiled to Mary, the pain in her head slowly dying away.

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[info]prettypoppet
2008-07-20 01:17 am UTC (link)
"Jimmy's one to talk. That head of his is solid rock." Mary hugged Delia. "I'm glad though. If I'd of tried that, I'd be passed out on the floor."

The problem of a background was important. Of course, just saying that she was Cordelia Slater would have been enough in some cercles, but Delia didn't really know the whole of that. 'Sides, tonight was not a night to be Slater's girls. Mary supposed she could use the last name Fisher if it came to it, but she wasn't keen on that either. "I was just thinkin' bout that bit... You know, in Paris ladies wear masks when they go out sometimes so nobody can tell who they are an' no scandals come up." And so no angry fathers or brothers could have any flunkies come running up and ruin a perfectly fun night.

"Maybe we should follow their example. Nobody asks too many questions about tragic French girls anymore, they've always got terrible stories of families getting their heads chopped off." Mary shuddered as she thought of Evonne and Yves, and of Melie. "Just a couple of bored aristo girls gambling and winning..."

Mary giggled. "I think we should get a townhouse together. Save more money for gowns and carriages that way. And we know we won't bring home any women we don't want about."

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[info]paddybyrne
2008-07-21 10:46 am UTC (link)
Tonight was one of the most piss-boring nights of Patrick's life. Of this, he was sure. There was a grand total of nothing to do, and so he'd taken to wandering, as he so often did. Not far, of course. Just far enough to clear his head, and then he'd turn back to the theatre, he decided. Perhaps grab himself a drink before heading back home. A nightcap of sorts. He'd considered finding a lady, wooing her home with him and getting himself up her skirt, but right then? He honestly couldn't be bothered, and Patrick Byrne not being bothered to find a lady said a hell of a lot about his mood.

However, there were exceptions to this rule. Two exceptions, named Delia Slater and Mary Roper. The sight of them, scurrying down the street, excited over one thing or another and clearly a bit tipsy... well, he'd be a fool not to try his luck. Perhaps he could take advantage of their tipsiness and excitement and proposition them with one of his little ideas... clearing his throat, he crossed the street, coming up behind them and leaning in.

"Good evenin', ladies. You seem to be having a blast over here, all by your lonesome. Wouldn't object to a little male company, would you?" He gave them his best smile, charming and genuine, hoping they wouldn't be the vicious bitches they normally were tonight.

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[info]mizslater
2008-07-21 11:47 am UTC (link)
French? Well of course it had to be French didn't it? Delia's French was small to the point of near non existence, but she could fake the accent like nobody's business, and hope nobody called her out on that. "Oh, but it is a good idea, the masks I mean, I might actually know some of these people and it won't be good to break them when they know it's me." and really, it was the best idea. She would have to ask Mary to coach her a little while she was getting ready.

"Excellent idea, I-" she was about to comment on her thoughts on the townhouse when she was interrupted. Stopping and letting go of Mary again she turned to face the voice that had interrupted them. Patrick Bryne wasn't exactly what she was expecting, he reminded her of her brother by the look of him, but that thick Irish brogue was almost enough to write him off entirely. Not that she had anything particular against the Irish herself, but as an Englishwoman raised in a very English part of London, she did pick up some of the more common group prejudices.

"You know this Paddy, Mary?" not that she knew his name, but everyone called an Irishman Paddy.

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[info]prettypoppet
2008-07-21 07:09 pm UTC (link)
She grinned as Delia took to the idea of masks and French accents. "Thank you, dearest. There's--" Mary stopped as Delia did, and turned to look at the person who had spoken to them. She frowned as his face continued to be unfamiliar. There were a lot of boys in the neighborhoods and a lot of them Mary had forgotten long since. It vaguely seemed like he was possibly one of her brother's people... She kept close to Delia just in case he wasn't. It was possible. She never could quite understand why there always seemed to be boys of one sort or another falling out of the sky whenever she and Delia had a night out.

"I don't think so, Del." Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Perhaps he ought to introduce himself. It's not polite to go talkin to ladies who aren't acquainted with you, Paddy." Her tone was much gentler than it would have been if she hadn't had a vague notion of him being one of Harry's.

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[info]paddybyrne
2008-07-24 09:34 am UTC (link)
For a moment, Paddy was rather confused. These girls were acting like they didn't know him (and as far as he knew, they didn't, he'd never introduced himself) but they were using his name. He blinked, raising his eyebrow, before the penny dropped and he grinned, chuckling. "Y'know, ladies, I think you'll find amusement in the fact that my name actually is Paddy. Go ahead, giggle. Paddy Byrne at your service." He did a sweeping bow, as low as possible before straightening back up and winking.

"You don't know me but I know you. You're Mary, Harry Fisher's little sister," He gestured to Mary, giving her a winning smile. "Pretty little thing that you are. And you..." He gestured to Delia now, his smile softening a little. Softening, not weakening. "You're Delia Slater. Just as pretty, it has to be said. So, ladies, now I've introduced myself, my question still stands. Would you object to me tagging along on your little adventure? It doesn't do for ladies to be out without a chaperone at this time of night, as much as I'm certain you can take care of yourselves."

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[info]mizslater
2008-07-24 10:30 am UTC (link)
Both eyebrows went up. "A Paddy actually named Paddy." she was doing her best not to laugh. "You really got the short end of the stick when it comes to names, didn't you, eh boyo?" But his grin and chuckling were actually very charming and Delia found herself grinning back.

His smile was doing funny things to her insides, she assumed it must have been all the alcohol rushing through her system. She turned her head, getting her lips very close to Mary's ear and whispering softly so Paddy wouldn't hear a word. "Let's bring him along since he's so eager, we'll need someone to carry our winnings for us, and perhaps we could have a little fun with him later on." but then Delia had a twisted sense of fun, fun to her would be something like psychologically torturing him until he got fed up and left.

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[info]prettypoppet
2008-07-26 01:12 am UTC (link)
Mary giggled. "I hope you gave your parents hell on that score," she told him. She leaned in as Delia whispered in her ear, keeping one eye on the Irishman. Leave it to Delia to find a use for him. "Whatever you want, Del," she whispered with a wicked laugh.

She turned to look at Paddy and grinned. Poor boy, she thought without any real pity. "We're agreed. You're coming with us, Paddy." He was handsome enough, and maybe he wouldn't be too bothersome if he could keep up with them... if. That was a big if. "You are our dear cousin, out to chaperone us through the night. I suppose you'll have to stay Irish though. Oh well. Come on, we've got to get dressed. Talking can come after." She took Delia's arm again and started down the street to ward the theater. "So, Paddy dear, you'll need a name. Any ideas, Delia?"

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[info]paddybyrne
2008-07-29 10:16 am UTC (link)
There was something about all this whispering that didn't sit right with Paddy, but what could he say? Girls whispered. Girls liked to have their secrets, and Paddy could deal with that, so long as those secrets didn't end up with losing his life or something. He knew these girls had a mean streak but he didn't think they'd go that far.

He hoped.

Either way, so long as he ended up getting laid, he could deal. "Oh, I don't need to stay Irish." He cleared his throat, giving them another winning smile. "I've got one or two tricks of my own," He announced, English accent crisp. "So, you girlies choose. Am I English," He promptly dropped it, "Or do I stay Irish? Whichever you prefer." He followed them closely, rubbing his hands together to warm them up. "Where are we off to, anyway? Someplace posh, I'm guessing, with the whole new identities bit."

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[info]mizslater
2008-07-29 11:29 am UTC (link)
"English, if you can keep it up." she said without hesitation. "No one will look at you twice with that accent, but people would wonder why an Irishman is dressed so well. Paddy. P. Peter, Paul, Pierce, Percy..." she was thinking aloud. "Anything with that P sound." Delia had learned a long time ago that if you picked a name that sounded close to your actual name, you were far less likely to slip up. "Pick one and say it over and over again your head, I don't want to be found out on account of you slipping up with your name." though really, Paddy wouldn't have to do much more than look the part and do as the girls told him.

She did not answer his question as she was not sure which club to take them to, but she had plenty of time to figure it out. "Mary, darling, could you speak French for a little bit? I want to make sure I get my accent correct."

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[info]prettypoppet
2008-07-31 07:59 pm UTC (link)
Paddy's accent made her smile. Maybe he really could keep up with them. "Definitely do keep with the English. Much less remarkable, cousin."

At Delia's question she grinned. "Oui." She slipped into French with an ease that came from having so recently spoken with Yves and her letters to Evonne. "Easy enough. I hope you know what you're doing trusting him," she sighed with a shrug copied from the French ladies who had socialized with her former employers. "Ah, and I have not told you anything about the boy I met the other night, speaking of boys found on the streets... But that will have to wait."

She glanced down the street and pointed out the theater. "There we go. 'Round the back and a bit of opening ceremony and we'll be in."

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[info]paddybyrne
2008-07-31 08:13 pm UTC (link)
Well, that was impressive. Paddy raised his eyebrow as Mary began rambling in French, and he had to admit, she sounded quite authentic. Not that he was an expert on the French, but he'd heard them every so often. There was the occasional French client at the theatre, and he'd listened to them on many occasions. "Classy girlie, you are," He quipped, chuckling to himself. "Alright, English it is."

He shuffled his feet a little and blew into his hands; his coat had really seen better days and the chill was beginning to get to him. Hopefully the outfits they were going to find would be better for keeping out the cold.

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[info]mizslater
2008-07-31 08:23 pm UTC (link)
While she only knew a word or two of French, those words not the sort one said in polite society, she had no trouble slipping into the accent, and spoke with it when she finished. She needed to let herself become accustomed to speaking that way before she was truly tested. "Ah, but Mary always was the smart one, yes." she leaned over and kissed the shorter woman's temple.

"What were you thinking, mon cheri? Shall we find a brick? Or perhaps see how hard our new English cousin's head is?" she laughed lightly, holding tighter to Mary as they drew closer to the theatre.

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[info]prettypoppet
2008-08-01 06:36 pm UTC (link)
Mary raised a brow at Paddy. "One does try, cousin." She felt the game filling in, taking over as they got closer to the start. This was going to be a memorable night. She tucked the arm not occupied by Delia into Paddy's. "Not to worry. We'll find you a nice gentlemanly cloak soon enough."

"But Delia's the clever one," she clarified with a smile. "Now, I don't think our dear cousin's head should be put to such use. We'll save that for later, and use the brick this time. The windows are low and the guard's gone to the taven for the night." She leaned her head on Delia's shoulder for a moment. "Lady D... Diane? Dominique? Elodie?"

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[info]paddybyrne
2008-08-01 07:00 pm UTC (link)
Mary seemed to be the Nice One, so Paddy made a mental note to follow her lead. He was entranced by Delia, but he knew better than to run before he could walk. He'd work on Mary first. "Ooh, gentlemanly." He grinned, holding her arm in return. "I can do gentlemanly. Workin' around your brother, who seems to have 'gentlemanly' down to a fine art, one picks these things up." He slipped into his crisp English accent for the last phrase, chuckling to himself.

"Ah, you're both clever and smart and all those lovely things. That much is clear. Crackin' accent, Delia, impressive." He chewed his lip for a moment, tilting his head towards Mary. "Say, cousin, how does Lord Percy sound?" He liked Percy. Made him want to giggle. Just pompous enough.

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[info]mizslater
2008-08-01 08:08 pm UTC (link)
Delia grumbled at the mention of Harry, but she did her best not to say a word. She adored Mary and did not want to upset her with her thoughts on her brother, besides, she would say something about how she had never met him and Delia would have nothing to say back. She let Mary take the lead for the time being, she had been in the theater before and knew how to get in better than she did. Usually it was hard to let someone else lead, but with Mary she had no issue, she loved Mary and trusted her with her life.

She and Paddy, or rather Dominique and her dear cousin Percy, stood well back, arm and arm as Mary made them a way in. She kissed his cheek and smiled, maintaining her French accent as she spoke, "Come, cousin Percy, it is time to get dressed."

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Mademoiselle Dominique raised another fifty pounds, doing her best to ignore the gentleman pressed against her right side. He was trying to run his hand up her skirts and whispering into her ear filthy things that he wanted to do to her and what he wanted her to do to him, she smiled politely pretending not to completely understand him as she took a sip of her wine. She let him stay there, it made her look distracted and made it easier to hide her cheating.

With a quick glance to her left, she ran a finger along the bottom of her mask, signaling to her 'sister' and 'cousin' that the man to her left was starting to get desperate. He would keep raising the pot if they kept the pressure on him.

"Monsieur, I can assure you nothing of yours is up my skirts." she leaned back a little in her chair, pretending to pull away from his touch, and he responded as one would guess. He said something to the effect of 'would you like something to be', to which she giggled, lightly tapped him with her fan. "You must be kind to me, Monsieur, or else I shall have to have my dear English cousin after you."

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[info]prettypoppet
2008-08-01 09:43 pm UTC (link)
Mademoiselle Marine raised worried eyes to the gentleman on her left. "I really do not know what I should do," she sighed. "This game, it is too strange." The man smiled and pressed closer to her to suggest a strategy and she smiled as if he'd done her a great favor. His clothes were long since askew and he recklessly shoved another handful of chips to the pot as Marine whispered her admiration for him.

"Oh, Dominique, these Englishmen do play so earnestly!" she laughed. She glanced at Paddy. They had already taken enough tonight to make them all happy for a while, but this set had Delia's attention and the man next to her was whispering about diamonds in her hair... she didn't thinke she had diamonds there but maybe he wanted to put them in? She knew she had a new set of diamond earrings, and lord only knew how much new jewelry Delia had after a night to their own devices.

On the other hand, she had no idea what time it was. The night was mostly lost in a haze of laughter, cards and alcohol. If it was even the same night. She and Delia had been known to lose track of time... "Oh, our dear cousin. Percy, I am ever so grateful you introduced us to your charming friends." She smiled at the man next to her again. He leaned over to Paddy with his own grin and slurred something about school chums and good stars and keeping hidden cousins about more often. Mary took the opportunity to touch her right hand to her mask. Card count said they could win this if they wanted.

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