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[fatespoken]

[ The room is a soft hum of mellow gold, like diamonds in the eyes of the pierglass, bead by bead captured in a tumble and folding of lights. They’re all alight here— light bouncing against the curve of their smiles, starlight trapped in dark and clear irises alike; all patrons of light with gold in their pockets.

She purses her lips extra tight, thinking it’ll lend more to her features, lead more eyes to trail over cheeks pressed with soft petals of rouge. She’s never been in place like this before: finery, lights, spirits, and no livery in sight. All beyond her means, but everything that’s hers tonight. He had met her at the cabaret, presented her with the invitation, and bought her the right clothes. ]

"Cher, you-"

"No, no. You musn’t call me that. I don’t like it. Call me your gal. Call me a doll. Call me as you would an American girl."

"Would you feel more adored if I called you Edie?"

"Would you?"

[ There’s the clinking of glasses, fluted and filled to the brim with spirits tinted a pale green. Amory gazes upon her, a look more bemused than adoring with a smirk drawn on his features. Blond haired spun and coiled with curl paper, dark red against her lips, a button nose--- beautiful his woman was, but as an American would say: A dime a dozen.

He likes the control though. He likes her staring at him, looking to him as if he was some great star in the sky. He likes knowing that she’ll bend and break for him, or more specifically, those jangle of coins in his pocket.

And boy, could she kick. ]

"Edie for Édith, then."

[ A bit of light giggling from the dame. ]

“Your père married a woman from Orient? I suppose that means he wouldn’t mind me.”

“My mother was never one to flash her sous-vêtements to the adoring public.”

“Tu es terrible, Felix.”

“Je sais, Edie.”

[ He only laughs at her insult, and after a sip of the fairy, leans over to scoop up her chin. Bits of costume glitter trapped in her eyelashes transfer to his cheek as he kisses her.

She wasn't very good at it, he tells himself when he pulls back. ]

"We could get married tonight. Wouldn't that be wonderful? We could have a ceremony beneath the stars, those luminaries all staring down at us--

"Marriage burns out sentiments quick. Love and patience vanishing faster than smiles during a bear market. Besides, we've only met today."

[ He thought the girl was a silly thing, especially as a tremble of her hand has her splashing absinthe down her chest. ]

"Look at you, Edie. You're a real mess. Go clean yourself up."

[ His pointed remarks has her blushing red underneath her rouge; it only takes her seconds for the girl to gather her purse before she starts off toward the bathroom. Her entire movement and character has Amory laughing, and that entertainment enough is worth tonight's expenditure. Maybe another night would yield a better catch, or even tonight if he sets off now.

The decision is quick, bills and coins slapped across the table for the check as he draws himself up. If he left now, he'd be gone by the time she returns. ]




[ooc: ... I DID NOT MEAN FOR THIS TO BE SO LONG BUT i just started writing and sob a trainwreck. anyway, either audio or [] is fine with me.

bare bones of the story: Amory is the son of a robber baron American oil tycoon off on a two month trip to City!Paris.  Feel free to say you've met him before. :3 ]

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son ][

[gartersbreak.livejournal.com]

And they say love is dead in the City.

[ ooc: Figure they've slept together before? I apparently am on a mission to see that this Faith has banged all of Poly. ]

son ][

[fatespoken]

I'd hardly think so. They do call this the City of Love and Lights, don't they?

[ ooc: Sure. <33 also brb grabbing food ;; ]

son ][

[gartersbreak.livejournal.com]

Wasting your time tonight? Maître throws a party and Amory Felix neglects to attend. Shame.

[ ooc: Yay! (...That might not be the right response.) <3 Have good noms bb!

...I send your inbox my deepest apologies. I AM DONE I SWEAR. ]

son ][

[fatespoken]

I assumed I had happened on something interesting. But assumptions never measure up to the truth.

There's always a party to attend.

[ooc: My inbox can take it. /has 15000 unread messages lol)

[nobodyneedknow.livejournal.com]

She's loose anyway.

What are you doing, wasting your money on loose women, Amory?

[fatespoken]

She looked like a real knock-out on stage. You should have seen how high she kicked, like she could tap her forehead with her knee.

Turned out to be mediocre fare.

[nobodyneedknow.livejournal.com]

I'll take you somewhere better. My own personal Hellfire club.

[thenormalsquint]

Is this the before or the after, Monsieur Felix?

[fatespoken]

Before.

We wouldn't have gone far if I'd stayed. An image of a night with the girl would be of pointless smalltalk and her mimicking the posture of a dead fish.

[thenormalsquint]

This is why you get them intoxicated after the fun, not before. The fairy is a rude party guest.

[walkofshamed.livejournal.com]

Impeccable taste as always, Felix.

[fatespoken]

If only I could read minds, it would be perfect. Root out the idealists, the dreamers, and the idiots.

[walkofshamed.livejournal.com]

Sarcasm deliberately missed or not, I'm afraid your taste remains tragic.

[backbefore.livejournal.com]

You're certainly polite.

[This comes off as genuine, but...]

[fatespoken]

I paid for her drinks. And her clothes.

[ Even cursed!Claire has her Opinions about Felix, it seems. ]

[backbefore.livejournal.com]

So you were bribing her.

[She has all the opinions in the land.]

[neverendingbeat.livejournal.com]

A waste of your time, M'sieur Felix. Though I suppose it's utterly your nature to work your way through every impressionable young woman in town.

[fatespoken]

There's a difference between being loose and testing the waters, Maître.

You should have personally delivered an invention to me.

[neverendingbeat.livejournal.com]

Should I have? I didn't think it necessary. There's a party nearly every night at the Tambour. Besides, I haven't seen you here recently anyway. I should go out of my way for one who loses interest so very quickly? I think not. If you were a more regular patron to my girls, I might consider it but as you are now? Wealth is only relevant if it's used.

But, of course, the Tambour welcomes your presence as per usual, Monsieur.

[firedgold.livejournal.com]

Monsieur le charmant as ever, Amory.

[fatespoken]

Why, if it isn't l'imbécile pauvre. How have you been doing lately, my dear friend?

[firedgold.livejournal.com]

Still not learned to glove your fist? Then again, you do still play with dolls.

Well enough. Need I ask you?

[unsisterly.livejournal.com]

[No words here, but a low, distasteful grunt. Gin may be masquerading as a man but that doesn't mean she can't disapprove of what she's just seen.]

[fatespoken]

It sounds like a cochon. A particularly ugly one, at that.

[unsisterly.livejournal.com]

I beg your pardon.