And of course...as he always does, Mr. Christopher Rowles D'Vere Arphalia -appears-. He stands in the doorway, his large black glasses covering his red-brown eyes. A thin, black unflitered cigarette rests between his slender fingers, and he expells a sweet-smelling stream of smoke. He looks toward the side, though still looks at Lelana out of the corner of his covered eye. He watches, and he waits. -- The Salamandastron Dance

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Subject: And of course...as he always does, Mr. Christopher Rowles D'Vere Arphalia -appears-. He stands in the doorway, his large black glasses covering his red-brown eyes. A thin, black unflitered cigarette rests between his slender fingers, and he expells a sweet-smelling stream of smoke. He looks toward the side, though still looks at Lelana out of the corner of his covered eye. He watches, and he waits.

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Date Posted: 11:45:59 03/10/06 Fri
In reply to: Lelana the vixeeeeeen. 's message, "Heck yes..." on 11:41:50 03/10/06 Fri

>Bang.
>The back door to the kitchens swung open with a heavy
>clang, the sound of clattering bowls and various
>kitchen utensils resonating in the background, as the
>vixen emerges, looking, disgruntled...as usual.
>Lelana's eyes narrow as she gazes hopefully around the
>empty Dance. Go figure. She sighs, looking
>disappointed, as she slumps against the bar and pulls
>out a dusty bottle of wine from over the bar. Why not?
>Brushing it off with one of her paws, she breaks the
>neck and toasts the invisible beasts about the room.

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Lelana scowls, apparently due to the fact that she noticed him. Standing there, in the doorway. As usual. Her nose twitching, she swipes the scattered glass to the side, lowering the broken wine bottle to the wood surface of the bartop. Flipping her short hair behind her shoulder aristocratically [perhaps in mockery?], she leans against the bar and glares. Lelana, the annoyed. 11:50:51 03/10/06 Fri

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