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*knows she was drunk last night but can't help it, appears behind her and slips his arms around her waist, kisses her cheek*

Miss me?

*blushes but then quickly starts trying to squirm out of the hold*

I most certainly did not! Now let go!

*locks his arms and doesn't let her go*

Are you sure? I am 'pretty' after all?

*glares over her shoulder. Well, one 'good' turn deserved another*

Oh yes, you are. Especially in that pink dress.

*kisses her cheek*

You were just jealous of my legs.

I hate you. I hope you are aware of that.

*lets her go*

Hate is a strong word.

*smooths out clothes and pointedly does not look at him, better that than to let him see her blushing*

Well, I think it's the perfect choice of word. Hmph.

*lets out a heavy sigh*

Do you want the curse removed?

*she was silent for several moments, and she turned to look at him, rather confused*

..What?

*In her state of confusion, walks upto her and kisses her. Very different from any other kiss she would have had from him, passionate and heated*

Go.

*walks away*

*her eyes shut and she'd.. started to return it when he pulled away. Calling out for him was out of the question, at least in so direct a way. After a second, as he walked away, she spoke, not sure if he'd listen or just keep walking*

I kept it...

That bangle you brought me the second time you came.. with the sculpted ram's head on it.. You said you'd had Hephestaus make it for me.

*she doesn't know why she's saying this, what she's trying to say by telling him all this, if he even bothered to listen. She never showed anyone that piece of jewelry after the fall of Troy, until lending it to Rose, and even those that saw it.. she'd never told them where she'd gotten it*

I couldn't bear to ever leave it behind.. or get rid of it..

*stops walking but doesn't turn around*

I'm glad you kept it, it was a gift. Maybe now you can forgive me. As I said hate is a strong word.

*vanishes*

*looks mournful*

Oh! You!

I must apologize for my actions last night. My memory is a little hazy, but I do remember you. I'm afraid I had a bit too much to drink.. *smiles slightly*

You must also forgive that I seem to have forgotten your name. *extends hand* I'm Cassandra. I don't know if I remembered to give you my name last night or not..

Don't remember my name? Oh dear, I am becoming downright forgettable. Still, I suppose I can forgive it if alcohol's involved.

It's Robin, love. *just shakes her hand this time, though his fingers do linger a bit before releasing her* And you did get your name across last night.

Robin, that's right! I knew it started with an R. I really am very sorry.. I must have made quite a spectacle of myself..

*she smiles a little more* I do remember thinking that you were very nice to me, though.

It was a thoroughly delectable spectacle.

..haha, that almost rhymes, I'll have to put it in a song!

*gallant bow* I am nice. And I should love to be nice to you again, should the chance ever present itself.

*chuckles just slightly and tilts her head*

I may be in need of a friend.. I fear I haven't made many in a long while, too busy keeping ~~people~~ ~~gods~~ everyone away to let someone in.

'Friend'? Oh, how quaintly delightful a term! I'm much more used to being a casual acquaintance or a lover or an employeer or an agent or a useful contact. I haven't tried friendship in while. It might be fun!

Very well. *clears throat*

Give me your hand, if we be friends
And Robin shall... hold on, one moment... *mutters to self, dismissing a few impolite versions* ...shall his intentions cleanse! Ha, there we are.

*she chuckled, smiling a little*

You are certainly something else... I will say that for you.

*a bit more of a smile* Tell me about yourself. Please? You seem like someone who will be fun to listen to..

Something else? Love, I'm everything else. Except the kitchen sink, because who wants to be plumbing?

About myself, about myself... my favorite topic. Well. I'm British, as you may be able to tell, and incredibly witty and handsome, as you may also be able to tell. I'm yea high, generally blue-eyed, and I have the most
charming freckles. I make ~~trouble~~ people famous. I love crowds. I'm ridiculously talented, and a runaway hit at parties. I own a Segway. It's fabulous.

And I don't mean a single word I say, except for the ones I do.

Edited 2008-02-03 21:47 (UTC)