Amory Felix (
fatespoken) wrote2009-11-22 02:02 am
∞ [thirty-six] | accidental video post
[ The setting is Blue Light- low lights and loud chatter of a full house drowning out the cool jazz in the background. It's packed to the doors, mostly because it's a Saturday night and curse days indeed encourage people to take a few shots to their troubles.
The camera is focused on the bar, an area currently manned by one Peter Pevensie and... someone in an over sized, gray hooded sweat shirt. The hood is large enough to shield his- her face in shadows. Gray-hooded individual is currently making a cocktail for the customer in front of her. A customer who may already be mildly intoxicated ]
Hey, sweetheart. Why don't you show your face?
[ There's no response from the bartender, so he takes matters into his own hands, reaching over to pull down the hood with a tug. ]
There you go. That wasn't so bad was it? Next time wear something sexy and call me- the number's written on the Greens.
[ She's staring at him with a glower of death, and probably is a few seconds away from ripping out his throat. That doesn't stop him from forcing two Greens into her hand, as he pries his drink from her other. ]
...Right. How about you kill yourself instead?
[ With that, she tosses the coins at his face- it'd probably be more intimidating if her voice was lower. ]
Damn, girl. Who knew you were a saucy bitch.
[ And those few seconds are up, for there's a yelp and a clatter of a glass as the bartender punches the customer in the face. She- he meant to cause more than a bloody nose, but these hands are new. The video cuts off with the customer holding his nose and the girl shaking a now-bruised hand.]
[ooc: He would destroy
ofsubservience, if he knew who you were. D< Replies from
amorafelix. Either action or voice is fine.]
The camera is focused on the bar, an area currently manned by one Peter Pevensie and... someone in an over sized, gray hooded sweat shirt. The hood is large enough to shield his- her face in shadows. Gray-hooded individual is currently making a cocktail for the customer in front of her. A customer who may already be mildly intoxicated ]
Hey, sweetheart. Why don't you show your face?
[ There's no response from the bartender, so he takes matters into his own hands, reaching over to pull down the hood with a tug. ]
There you go. That wasn't so bad was it? Next time wear something sexy and call me- the number's written on the Greens.
[ She's staring at him with a glower of death, and probably is a few seconds away from ripping out his throat. That doesn't stop him from forcing two Greens into her hand, as he pries his drink from her other. ]
...Right. How about you kill yourself instead?
[ With that, she tosses the coins at his face- it'd probably be more intimidating if her voice was lower. ]
Damn, girl. Who knew you were a saucy bitch.
[ And those few seconds are up, for there's a yelp and a clatter of a glass as the bartender punches the customer in the face. She- he meant to cause more than a bloody nose, but these hands are new. The video cuts off with the customer holding his nose and the girl shaking a now-bruised hand.]
[ooc: He would destroy

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But what is a sitcom?
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[Oh yes, he is good at being blunt. ]
A kind of comedic television show. Laugh tracks. Recycled plot lines. Everyday situations.
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[Like, duh. Also no longer interest in the sitcom. This is more important.]
What does that have to do with hair and finery?
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It's a stereotype.
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But it's more than what you wear. It's how you present yourself- like how you eagerly offered to style my hair.
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It is the honorable thing to accept a friend's request, especially a ladyfriend's.
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And that only applies in fairy tales. Technically, shouldn't you be ignoring me since I'm a ~commoner~.
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Amory. A damsel is a damsel. You do not read enough fairy tales.
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Unless you're implying that Narnia is a fairyland.
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