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[flensing]

[If one happens to be in the Blue Light this evening, they will find one of the newer waitresses moving about in a rather nervous manner, trying to avoid any of the customers, and has in fact pulled out her network device to try calling off from work, hesitating over the action because she feels lucky to have the job at all, and shouldn't be slacking off so early on, but...]

Vous connaissez la rue de l’amour? Celle qui fait l’angle du plaisir. On peut la chercher ensemble?

[After saying this to one of the nearby customers, Anna's face has turned beet red, more flustered than she has been in a very long time.]

I'm sorry. I'm very-- Je suis perdu. Je cherche le chemin pour atteindre votre cœur. Vous pourriez m’aider?

[[ooc; dig that hover-text.]]

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[totallyinaband]

[Stephen's in the kitchen when he hears the flurry of French through his pass-through window. It's been way too long since he actually spoke any, but growing up in the Canadian school system means he at least has a grasp of what she's saying. Yikes. That's a fun curse. He catches her next time she passes by the bar.]

Everything okay?

[punchedhitler]

Anna?

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[hexuality]

[Hello, Anna, this is your fellow waitress at the Blue Light. She doesn't know much French at all, perhaps a handful of words because she's been around Fleur, but she does catch up to her the next time they pass and murmurs,]

Trouble with your tables?

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[flensing]

[Her eyes are very large when she stares at him, brown and miserable.]

Y-ye-- [She pauses. This is really not the time to put on a brave face.] No, I think I should-- Tu es célibataire ? Car je peux arranger ça si tu veux.

[flensing]

Monsieur. [This is a terrible thing.] I'm very sorry. I can't--

Was that an earthquake or did you just rock my world?

[She lifts a hand to her forehead in horror, rubbing briefly before saying, again,]

I'm very sorry.

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[flensing]

[Help, Ginny, help.]

Yes, I-- Je voudrais vraiment voir la tête que tu ferais en me découvrant nu.

I think I should go.

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[hexuality]

[Yes, it really is a good thing she doesn't know very much French at all. 8| ]

What's the matter? [She pauses.] I mean, I could take your tables no problem, but—sorry, what's happened?

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[flensing]

A curse, I believe. I--

[Oh no. She can do this in English too, Ginny, no worries,]

If beauty were time, you'd be an eternity.

[She just looks sad and embarrassed.]

I'm sorry.

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[hexuality]

[She pauses, then grins.]

Thanks.

[And then she chuckles, shaking her head.]

Don't worry, I've had friends with that one before. It's a bit flattering, honestly.

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[flensing]

It... gives the wrong impression.

[The impression that she isn't still spooked by people.]

Ce soir il me sera impossible de dormir si je n’ai pas votre numéro.

[Or that she's not still mourning over a dead girl...]

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[hexuality]

[She tips her head a fraction, considering, and then her expression and voice softens.]

Hey, it's alright. Look, I meant what I said, if you want to go home, I can take care of your things here.

[punchedhitler]

I don't know what that means.

[flensing]

I did not mean-- If I had a garden I'd put your tulips and my tulips together.

[She takes a deep breath, sighing.]

It's nothing, monsieur.

[punchedhitler]

Tulips?

Sorry, I think....I think you're cursed into talking nonsense.

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[flensing]

[Anna is really very concerned that someone is going to take her seriously, and she isn't ready to deal with having her inadvertent advances returned. She purses her lips, nodding.]

I would-- Your lips look so sweet, just one kiss and I swear I could give up sugar for life. [Ack. She sighs, really looking pained over this.] Appreciate that, very much.

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[hexuality]

[Her eyebrow pops up at that and she can't help but comment.]

That's a new one. Certainly a step up from some of the blokes who come into this place from time to time. [And then she smiles, nudging her elbow gently into her side.] Not a problem, though. You'd do the same, wouldn't you?

[flensing]

Cursed, yes. I-- I have a cat. She would really like to meet you.

[That one really distresses her, deeply and she begins to fluster.]

No. No, monsieur. I... don't-- Is it hot in here or is it just you?

[punchedhitler]

Okay, okay, you know what? I'll talk to you after this curse, all right?

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[flensing]

Yes, of course. I'm-- J’ai fait un rêve hier. Ce rêve me disait que j’allais rencontrer la femme de ma vie aujourd’hui. Sorry. Hello, my name is Anna.

[flensing]

[SHE NODS EMPHATICALLY and decides not to open her mouth again lest something hideous come out.]

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[hexuality]

Ginny.

Nice to have another girl around here.

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[flensing]

[She nods, worried about any more awful things spilling out of her mouth, and she hurriedly scurries off.]

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[worldofourown]

[Smirking.]

[That's all.]

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[flensing]

[She wavers under his smirking.]

J’aimerais être ton gant de toilette Please excuse me.

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[worldofourown]

[The smirks blooms into a laugh now.]

What a terrible curse!

[At least he assumes it's one.]