The Brazen Turtle Rides Again

[jirk]

Characters: Jim Kirk, Prussia and open!
Date: Feb 4th/5th
Location: The Brazen Turtle
Situation: Bar fight/general mingle log, with threadstarters for fun and shenanigans!
Warnings/Rating: Violence, maybe some swearing. Shouldn't get too intensive! See the post for threadstarts.

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[jondrette]

I am not an angel. [But she lifts the glass herself. She's not supposed to drink on the job, but whoops. She was never one for obeying rules.] But I shall do you the honor.

[bonjourguignon]

[With a bit of a wink.]

Ah, but angels come in many shapes and sizes on our mortal plane, and a maiden with the bottle as her charge is a common guise!

[Rules, schmules. He's glad you agree.]

Santé, my dear! [And taking that shot.]

[jondrette]

In the guise of a devil, you mean.

[But she knocks the shot back like she's been doing it for years- and she has, though very rarely anything this fine. She slams the shot down on the table and grins.]

Montparnasse never had anything so delicious.

[bonjourguignon]

[A smirk, and, ooh, enjoying that slow burn.]

Angels, devils; you are charming enough to convince me that both exist on our mortal planes, my dear!

[jondrette]

And one or the other stands before you. [She leans against the bar.] What more can I get for you?

[bonjourguignon]

Wine. A Bordeaux, if you will. I believe I have some of the local currency here somewhere...

[jondrette]

I will and I shall. Or as close to it as we come here. They have nothing on French wine, these kedan.

[But oh, look at that! Wine! She uncorks the bottle with practiced ease, pouring him a glass.]

So sorry for the delay!

[bonjourguignon]

A pity, though I daresay a proximation is enough for me.

[And procuring some crumpled bills and/or a handful of coins.] How much?

It's alright!

[jondrette]

Just this, [Eponine said, easily taking a few julaans from the counter. She had to resist the natural urge to place a few extra in her pockets. She had a job here. There was no need to steal.]

[bonjourguignon]

[Probably wouldn't've even noticed if you had! In any case, he just smiled and put the rest away before taking his glass.]

And how have you fared since last we spoke?

[jondrette]

Well enough, Lesgle. I regret to say there is nothing exciting in my life worthy of mentioning.

Perhaps we should do something, to make it worth mentioning.

[bonjourguignon]

No pet project to attend to, or perhaps a pleasant romp amongst the wood? There are dryads aplenty here, after all, and nymphs, too.

[Leaning in to raise his brow, amused.]

Oh? Worth mentioning at what -- or whose -- discretion?

[jondrette]

First angels, now dryads and nymphs! Perhaps I should have some of that wine! [She points kindly at his glass.] No, no projects. I work here, I spend time with Courfeyrac and Marius. I see my dear friend p'tite Midii. That is all there is to tell.

[Eponine just looks at him knowingly.] Why, mine, of course.

[bonjourguignon]

In a land beridden with dragons and metahumans capable of self-flight, I see no reason why any of these would be startling, my dear. The charming Courfeyrac and the farouche Pontmercy are close enough, that one flits about as joyously, and the other flickers out as mysteriously! Though I cannot say I know of any little mademoiselles by the name of Midii, I trust such a darling is quite as sweet as both combined.

[With a small laugh.]

And far be it from a barmaiden from indulging in me too deeply, that I will inevitably be the one to blame. Stealing your hands and eyes and ears away from the rest of the crowd for as long as I already have-- Why, I fear I'll have achieved the art of aiding and abetting in a monopoly!

[Rawr, milady. ♥]

And what sort of something might one as yourself find worth mentioning?

[jondrette]

She is, when you get to know her, and I do hope you choose to! She is young, perhaps a bit older than my dear Gavroche- and you must drink to him. I would if I had anything else. I will not let you sit here as we mention my late brother and not have you drink to him.

[She misses him terribly.]

Hush! You are giving me gratuity, that is reason enough to remain around. There are other patrons and other barmaids and masters. We are in no danger.

Hush! I shall not reveal my secrets, m'sieur Lesgles! I am sure anything I find worth mentioning will be something you do as well.

[bonjourguignon]

I would be delighted, indeed, and will keep my eye out for her!

[Noticing that sadder look, and waving it off.]

I can do better on that gratuity, my dear. Pour yourself a glass, Éponine, and put it on my tab; I will not drink to that brave young man alone!

[Smirking a bit.]

Then I must insist we mention more discreetly, that the news may be fresh to others' ears.

[jondrette]

[She doesn't need to be told twice, pouring herself a liberal glass.] Then we will drink to my darling brother together. I do believe I prefer this to gratuity.

Oh! Is it, then? I shall be quiet, if you so insist. I can keep secrets when I am needed to. Particularly my own.

[bonjourguignon]

[Amused by the speed with which she is able to bounce back and raising his glass toward her once she's ready for it.]

Then to dear Gavroche, who dwells boldly on in our minds and our hearts!

And secrets are only worth mentioning if they have been secrets at all. [A bit of a wink.]

[jondrette]

To dear Gavroche! [She clinks glasses, before taking a well-deserved drink.]

Ah! There, you are correct, my dear Lesgle.

[bonjourguignon]

[Sipping the wine.]

We do well to remember our brothers with wine, that every sip becomes a tribute in their honour.

[jondrette]

And while there is no honor amongst thieves, or Thénardiers, Gavroche had much.