::Open RP - Grand Opening of The Little Green Apple Shisha Cafe!!!::

[lady-thujone.livejournal.com]

All over the school, posters have been appearing. Like this one-











But finally, it was opening night. Bottles of hard-to-find BPAL, assorted smokeables, exotic liqueurs and fine chocolate... oh, all the addictive sumptuous delights one might crave!




And she herself took the stage first, to break in the karaoke machine.

"Because everything sounds better in French, darlings...."


Fairport Convention, "Si Tu Dois Partir" (lyrics)

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[heymrcrowley.livejournal.com]

Crowley returned the arched brow, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. Did Robin really not know why he was being decidedly cold, after the way he'd acted after his unpopcorning? The quiet mockery? The baiting? Huh. Bastard.

Still, he let the Puck go on, turning his own attention mostly back to his cigarette. He could always tune out, and maybe if he made it obvious enough Robin would just give up and go away after a... short skirts? Hmm? He glanced back over and couldn't repress a slight smirk. "You can thank me, if you want. For the short skirts, anyway."

[robinthepuck.livejournal.com]

Oh, really? Looking far more intrigued than he had before, Robin turned to face Crowley. "In that case, my good man, I must extend my compliments. Honestly, the short skirt was one of the purest strokes of genius I've seen in quite some time. Get a woman in one of those, and half of the seducing is done. It practically sets up all sorts of lovely sins."

Snapping his fingers in that commanding way one gets after a millennium or so of expecting the best service wherever one might be, Robin glanced over to the side. A house-elf appeared at his elbow with a tray carrying a bottle of fine scotch and a glass. Pouring himself a drink, Robin sipped it, sighing in pleasure. "I never really was a fan of absinthe." Then a thought occurred to him. "Please tell me that you're also the mind behind those thigh-high boots. Sheer brilliance, those."

[heymrcrowley.livejournal.com]

Ha. Crowley shrugged, looking ever-so-blase about the whole thing. "Well, I say invent..." He waved a hand, as if to minimize the whole thing, or even discard it. He grinned and leaned back a bit in his seat. "Really, I just hung out with Twiggy a lot, you know?" He shot Robin a pointed look over the tops of his sunglasses.

Robin praising him was rather better, he thought, than Robin baiting him, but he still felt a little spike of annoyance at the quiet jab of his ordering scotch over absinthe. Huh. Jerk. Crowley took a sip of his own green sunshine. "I'm not that obvious," he murmured, a bit snidely. Shifting in his seat, he licked a spilled drop from his lips.

[robinthepuck.livejournal.com]

Well, wasn't the good demon rather passive-aggressive? Snorting quietly in amusement, Robin tipped the glass back, draining it. "Ah, Twiggy. She favored dark corners and satin handcuffs, if memory serves." Flashing Crowley a quick smile, Robin stood smoothly.

"Well, I have taken up enough of your time, my dear Crowley. I hope you enjoy yourself. I, however, have some business to attend to." With a slight bow, Robin turned to go. The Puck hesitated, though, and looked back at the demon, letting his eyes rove over the other man slowly in a way designed to bring a bit of heat to appropriate places. "And never underestimate the power of an obvious temptation."

Then, with a slightly more feral smile, Robin nodded and moved towards the door. Wasn't that fun!