IT WASN'T ME, I TELL YA! IT WAS THE SUGAR PLUM FAIRY!
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Post by misterrainbow on May 18, 2016 21:13:46 GMT -8
"You don't wear the pretty flowers that often, but golly gosh, you're right. Maybe I will. Or maybe I wont. Though, if you rather, may hap I'll pick out something yellow instead. Like Tiger lily's! Sunflowers? Irish bells and Baby's breath. Forget-me-not, forget-me-never? Even though you'd love to, ever." Maxwell hummed as he swayed, mumbling on about a matter of flowers rather intently, it seemed. His eyes drooped and his smile bubbled into a pondering pout. He'd nearly come to a halt once again, but the colorful bartender turned himself about, giving his captive dance partner an abrupt but gentle twirl at his finger tips.
"No, that wont do at all. Oh, but don't you worry, I've got it covered. I know just the thing. it will be a surprise!", he'd proclaim, lightly stepping around Sienna's side as he guide her just so to that final stride just beyond the Cabaret's exit, where he bowed with a flourish and coy little smile embellished in purple and blue.
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Post by mrslayton44 on May 26, 2016 17:43:17 GMT -8
Sienna didn't really wear flowers willingly much at all, preferring to keep her outfits simple and umembellished, well save for her screen tees. Either way she didn't realize he was so into flowers until he started naming them off. So many. She hoped he didn't go overboard... which he tended to do. If it hadn't been for the underlying ear of this establishment the maid might have stayed longer. But with her freedom looming closer she was reminded why she didn't wish to linger. Smiling at his funny little pout she grinned wide as she was spun one last time. Dancing was fun. It was nice that after all these years she was finally doing so. To be a wall flower who liked to dance was certainly odd though,
A surprise? The maid wasn't sure she liked the sound of that, but then she supposed it couldn't be all bad. He seemed to take an odd interest in her attire so she wouldn't let it bother her much. She instead she focused on him walking her the last step to her escape. She turned to face him as he bowed dramatically earning another small smile from her in return. Going with the flow she curtsied before standing once more. Finally outside she now felt a twinge of guilt for having to abandon him. he was crazy to stay, or brave, but those tended to go hand in hand. With a last act of boldness for the night she stepped back to him and leaned forward enough to whisper in his ear. "Thanks Maxwell and be safe." She said it softly but it was an order. She'd be worried regardless but that was a given. Before she pulled away she placed a quick kiss on his cheek before stepping back and smiling shyly. He'd done her a great service helping her get out it was only fair she be appreciative. And with that she turned and walked off and began pulling the petals off the chrysanthemum that would be her ticket home.
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