Francis Paciotti (Oct 13, 2011 9:25:29 PM)
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Mensonge (Oct 13, 2011 9:27:11 PM)
*Mensonge sits in a dark cornor of the coffee shop. as the heavy smell of coffee sits in the air. Mensonge sits there reading a tome with no name. he wairs his suit and blue silk tie and matching gloves. his cane sitting next to him. as well as a cup of coffee*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 9:27:18 PM)
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Mensonge (Oct 13, 2011 9:27:26 PM)
*Mensonge sits in a dark cornor of the coffee shop. as the heavy smell of coffee sits in the air. Mensonge sits there reading a tome with no name. he wairs his suit and blue silk tie and matching gloves. his cane sitting next to him. as well as a cup of coffee*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 9:32:15 PM)
*Tasha grabs and pulls the doorhandle and slings herself through the open doorway. She slows down enough to cast a glance around the place...so quiet...so good. Then she bumps against the front counter and notes the staffsperson behind it.* Hi. *She greets him or her casually and reaches into the heavy bag that she carries, rummages in there for a while before she finds her wallet. Then her eyes are cast up to the list of drinks available.* Double espresso, please. And you got ice cream? Like...scoop ice cream? No? Darn! Just the espresso then, thanks. *her thin fingers grab a side of a note in the wallet and flick it out to offer it to the salesperson*
Mensonge (Oct 13, 2011 9:32:29 PM)
((Wow... um... lots))
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 9:33:46 PM)
(sorry. )
Mensonge (Oct 13, 2011 9:33:56 PM)
((it is cool..))
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 9:38:18 PM)
*She sighs and slips her money back into her wallet, before slipping it into the bag. She adjusts the bag's strap that digs into her thin shoulder with the weight, but the look on her face shows no complaint about it. She turns sideways to the bar to wait for her drink and lets her tired, half-open eyes have another look about. It seems liek she is ponderign which table to claim, the one by the window, or the one near the pasty display. Certainly not anywhere near that guy with a book...but then her eyes stop on him and widen slightly as his face catches her attention.*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 9:38:24 PM)
(again! sorry...)
Mensonge (Oct 13, 2011 9:41:37 PM)
*as the lady makes her way in, Mensonge can't help but watch her.. as his eyes follow her some. as he smiles over his book as he remembers her and hopes she does the same of him.. as he offers a nod when he notices her wide eyes and would gester to a seat for her* ((sorry for so long... RL got in the way a little))
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 9:44:03 PM)
*Seeing the beckoning gesture, she tilts her head a little in responce. Still she waits, untill the personnel place her hot coffee on the counter for her.* Thanks. *she passes the word and picks up the cup by the plate underneath. Leanign heavily to one side while the bag on her shoulder pulls her to the other, she walks her way over to Mensonge.* Hey there. *She gives him a nod and stops a polite 5 ft away*
Mensonge (Oct 13, 2011 9:45:40 PM)
*he offers a nod as he stands for her* Well good evening. Would you care for a seat?
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 9:47:41 PM)
Sure sure, thanks. But you don't have to give yours. Relax. *she sets her coffee on the table and lowers her bag to the floor. Then she takes a seat in the opposite chair. Her eyes return to him and watch him curiously while her hands wrap aroudn the warm mug.* We've met before, right?
Mensonge (Oct 13, 2011 9:49:10 PM)
*he nods a little as he returns to his seat* Yes... I belive we have. So. what brings you into this coffee shop this time of night?
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 9:51:38 PM)
Why, coffee ofcourse. What else? *she smirks, amused by the nature of the question* Or did you mean to ask why I am up at all at this time of the night? Well I suppose I could tell you but then I would have to ask the same from you.
Mensonge (Oct 13, 2011 9:52:59 PM)
*he chuckles a little* well I am always out at odd hours. But I was kind of wanting to get to know you better. and thought that was a good question.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 9:55:34 PM)
*quirks a brow* Oh really? Didn't I leave you my number last time? *she thinks a while, lifting the cup under her nose to breathe in the aroma.* Hmm, or maybe I didn't. What was your name again?
Mensonge (Oct 13, 2011 9:56:42 PM)
*he smiles* I am called Mensonge. And yourself? *as he looks her body up and down a little*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 10:00:30 PM)
Mensonge.. *she repeats after him, still breathing the steam that raises from her cup, but her eyes are wide open and keen on him* Yeah.. I would have remembered that name if I heard it before. I'm Tasha. *her cheeks plump up slightly, telling of the smile behind the cup.*
Mensonge (Oct 13, 2011 10:02:47 PM)
*he returns the smile a little* Well I am glad to meet you. and yes, I would think I would remember your name as well. *he smiles to that as he looks her over, his cup of coffee sitting on the table getting cold.*
Miss. Latte Dounuht (Oct 13, 2011 10:07:35 PM)
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Mensonge (Oct 13, 2011 10:07:49 PM)
((a Blue? *is scared*))
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 10:08:20 PM)
Nice to meet you too....again. *she smirks and takes a quik sip from the ge of the cup, then puts it down to the plate on the table* And to your question...I was plannign to crash a party at the Rusty nail. There's someone famous' birthday tonight and they got some live hip hop and plenty of boozers there tonight. I don't care much for hiphop but that kitty they had in the Ad was just too cute for me to miss that party. *smiles* You seen it?
Mensonge (Oct 13, 2011 10:11:04 PM)
*he shakes his head some* Well I have not seen it, but if you would like the company of a gentalman, I would be happy to come along. *as he offers a sly smile*
Miss. Latte Dounuht (Oct 13, 2011 10:12:03 PM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 10:13:42 PM)
Well aint that sweet of you. Ofcourse you can come along if you wanna. I just need to wake up firts. Got a terrible Phil Collins hangover earlier and I'm still kinda gettign over it. *she smiles and dips her spoon in her coffee, just to do something. Her eyes glance at his drink* Bad coffee?
Mensonge (Oct 13, 2011 10:15:37 PM)
*he glances to his coffee and then shakes his head a little* Nay. coffee is not really my thing. but you drink up. *sly smile again* I do not mind watching you drink.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 10:17:33 PM)
I'm not going to steal your coffee while I have my own. *she comments a little dryly and lifts her own cup again, but doesn't drink from it quite yet* So why are you up at odd hours? Can't sleep? *she asks briefly before sipping her coffee.*
Mensonge (Oct 13, 2011 10:19:05 PM)
*he shakes his head some* I nevery sleep much.. I am quite a night owl.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 10:20:55 PM)
*runs her tongue over her lips to lick them clean before she speaks * Sure you sleep sometimes, hmm? Well no matter, it's none of my business. As logn as you don't get seasick easy, 'cause this place is going to be on a yacht and full of black people. *she smirks* What' that you'r reading?
Mensonge (Oct 13, 2011 10:23:09 PM)
*he looks down to his book before shaking his head some* Oh it is nothing.. just some light reading. but as for the yacht and seasickness I have no mind. *as he watches her lips a little*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 10:28:00 PM)
*She watches him back, with a vicious or maybe amused grin on her face now.* Well that's good. I love yachs, and water in general. I've had this dream of my own li'l boat for quite a while now, but those aren't as easy to get as you might think. The ones you can live in are in high demand after the hurricanes and all. *she sips the coffee again, seemgin to hurry with it, and soon has to regret burnign her tongue. She huffs a couple of times and waves her hand in front of her open mouth* uhh...huh. hot..
Mensonge (Oct 13, 2011 10:30:27 PM)
*he smiles and lets out a little chuckle* you know you don't have to rush on my acount. *as he smiles* as for the yachts? I was thinking of getting one myself.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 10:32:12 PM)
Really now? Just for ownign and livign one, or you like to go cruising or? *she blows into her cup, tryign to cool it down a littel*
Mensonge (Oct 13, 2011 10:34:14 PM)
*he nods a little* I was going to live in it. but then again there can always be room for a party now and again.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 10:36:38 PM)
That sounds like quite a yacht indeed... umh. You some kind of a rich guy? *she tilts her head, holdign the cup in both hands under her face* Those things are like house-costy, you know.
Mensonge (Oct 13, 2011 10:37:34 PM)
*he nods a little* I don't know if you can call me rich. but money does not bother me much.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 10:40:05 PM)
Wouldn't bother me either. *says with a grin and takes another sitp of coffee* There's this one guy I know.. owns race horses. He gave me a list of the best names to play if I ever go to the race tracks but you know..can't even get there unless you dress in a 500dollar suit. *she sighs a little and leans back in her chair, rungnin her fingers through her hair*
Mensonge (Oct 13, 2011 10:41:59 PM)
*he nods a little* well a 500dollar suit is easy. but I have never really felt a need for that. *as he watches her sip the coffee some more*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 10:46:01 PM)
Yeah I guess gampbling is for the desperate *shrugs a bit* Or those who have nothign to loose anyway. I thought I'd put in a few bucks and see if I can walk out with a boat. Never know. *she swirls the black liquid in the cup and stares into it* Hmm, Mensonge. Is that like...french?
Mensonge (Oct 13, 2011 10:49:15 PM)
*he nods a little* Yes... Mensonge is French. as for gambling, it is fine and all, but a 500 dollor suit seems like a wast. *as he seems to think a little* any chance you speak french?
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 10:50:32 PM)
*shakes her head so that a lock of hair falls over her face. She pushes it aside with a finger* Nah. Russian and english, mostly. And hobo, if that counts. *she grins* So are you french origin then?
Mensonge (Oct 13, 2011 10:52:03 PM)
*he shakes his head a little* I am not french, but I grew up in a very french area... *as he trealls off speaking french some... the sound of it is like silk to the ears*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 10:54:07 PM)
*One eyebrow on her face jumps up to her forehead as he starts babbling a foreign tongue all of sudden. Then it comes back down slowly as she actually spends a moment listening and relaxing. An almost playful smile spreads on her face, and she waits fro him to finish* Dare I ask what you just said?
Mensonge (Oct 13, 2011 10:55:33 PM)
*he smiled a little* oh not very much. I was just saying how beautiful you are this night. *as there was a hint that he was lieing a little.*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 10:56:27 PM)
Pfft. *she purses her lips and waves the comment off* Very funny. Just learned it from that book of yours, did you?
Mensonge (Oct 13, 2011 10:57:27 PM)
*he shakes his head* I have been speaking french all my life. this book teaches me other things. *he smiles*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 10:58:55 PM)
So...pray tell what things? *she tilts her head, her curiousity obviously awakened and her eyes cast on the black book. One without a label. Curious indeed.*
Mensonge (Oct 13, 2011 11:00:20 PM)
*he shakes his head* it is rather dall. But if you insist. it is the notes of a very old man, on how he was able to do what no other could. *he smiles* But that is just a story.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 11:02:17 PM)
Ah, Casanova. *she smiles and nods knowingly* I saw that movie series. Never had the patiense for books. *she downs the rest of her coffee, then puts the cup down* Alright, I think I'm awake now. You still wanna go to the yach hip hop birthday party?
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 11:02:34 PM)
(exept that I am goign to log, we can assume they go there if you like)
Mensonge (Oct 13, 2011 11:03:36 PM)
((cool with me.... have a good night*)) *he nods as he pulls out a card with his number on it*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 11:04:51 PM)
*Takes and pockets the card with a victorious smile on her face*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 11:04:55 PM)
(gtg bnow, byes!)
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 13, 2011 11:04:57 PM)
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