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[ Marie Delacroix has picked the worst possible night to decide that she's taking herself out for drinks. Isolated in a lab all day, only going home to change her clothes, she's missed all of the warning signs.

All she wants is a gin and tonic and a cigarette.

That's all she wants, and upon achieving this lofty goal unfortunately finds herself in the arms of her neighbor. The whole situation moves from elated to irritating and despite being the one to make the first move, her drink ends up in the man's face while she snatches up her cigarettes and leaves. ]



[[ooc; come to me, polywogs.]]

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[ He hates this curse. There's a handful of people in the City he'd prefer to kiss. Disgusting humans aren't on that list. He'd rather bite their faces off. Nearly did, at work. Thus he's exited The Raven to avoid messes ( spawned by his own foul temper). Alone on the streets, cool air clearing his head, he starts feeling frisky again. He leans outside a bar, watching a parade of meals go in and out. A sweet-looking girl with a tipsy walk distracts him for a moment. She'd make a fine snack. Karl almost sets off after her smartly clicking heels as she wobbles along. ]

[ Until he spots a certain someone. ]

Mademoiselle~

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[ She stops when she hears his voice, turning to glower. Her only greeting for him is: ]

Vas te faire enculer.

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[ Smirking, he drifts closer. ]

Tsk. Such language for an old friend.

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We 'ave never been friends, Karl.

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Acquaintances?

Fellow sufferers in arms of curses and human stupidity?

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I 'ave nothing in common to share with you.

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I disagree.

You've given your disdain -- and blood -- so very freely.

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Neither are a gift.

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I shall take them as such, regardless.

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You are delusional, and I do not care 'ow you interpret anything.

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You wouldn't be so annoyed if that were true.

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You are annoying on principle.

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Only with those I like~

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[That's all she wants? Poor Marie.

Chase just wants a chaser to a busy day, and if that happens to be in a crowded bar full of women likely to end up pinning him against it? So be it.]

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[Shut up, Chase. It was a perfectly good gin and tonic and now it's gone... She has also failed to notice it's Chase she's about to shove bodily out of her way on her path to the door.]

Move.

[Followed by a great deal of furious muttering in French.]

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[Ooof.]

Hey.

[And he notices who's shoving him - somehow it's not a shock - and throws an arm back across her path.]

Is there someone in here I need to have a word with for you?

I DON'T KNOW WHY HER ANGRIEST FACE IS THE ONE IN LINGERIE

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[Eh? She... finally looks up, still frowning and that expression really only deepens when she recognizes him. She is in an incredibly foul mood.]

Don't be ridiculous. Do I look like a schoolgirl to you?

[Delacroix usually saves this level of irate for her interns.]

completely appropriate.

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Not out of the uniform.

[he goes from blocking her path to walking at her shoulder, it seems the option least likely to make her hit him.]

What's going on?

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[Marie is not likely to hit him at all, but if looks could kill, he would be in screaming agony for that uniform crack.]

I am leaving, and zhat is all.

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All right.

[And he's still walking with her.]

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[Which causes her to stop and stare up at him furiously. She really has no physical imposition whatsoever, it's all that temper of hers, bristling.]

What are you doing.

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[So he stops, too.]

Leaving. Obviously the atmosphere in there's not what I was looking for.

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[Her hand goes to her forehead, looking so frustrated that she could possibly pop a vein.]

I am sure you would get along fine.

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If you want me to go, I'll go.

[How can you be mean when he's so earnest, Marie. And it's a genuine offer.]

I'm only following you because you look like you're about to have a coronary and it would save me taking the call.

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[SHE IS HAVING TROUBLE BEING MEAN WHILE HE IS MAKING PUPPY-FACES AND THAT IS TWICE AS IRRITATING.]

Just go.