Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): DEVIL QUEEN, The (subtitles) (1974) Described by Cahiers Du Cinema as "Pedro Almodovar meets Quentin Tarantino"! Outrageous '70's Brazilian crime drama; full of strange characters, offbeat music, drag queens, violence, torture and a twisted sense of humor; a black, gay drug lord rules a section of Rio through violence and intimidation; however, when one of his proteges plots to take over his business, a blood bath ensues

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): She couldn't eat popcorn, but she found somebody stoned enough to catch a buzz off of, and in doing that the little woman figured; hey, think I'll go over to the Paris and chill out for a couple of hours. Which she's currently doing, and having quite an amusing time.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The young girl makes a strut up to the balcony, hoping that it is as secluded as last time.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: DD: http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=1&pos=20

William Halloran: He walks in just behind Brigetten, head ducking under to get through the doorway. He blinks a couple times, to give his mismatched eyes time to adjust to the dim lighting, and follows her along. Hope they got some big seats.

Big and scary. Those are the two best words to describe the man standing there. Standing a touch over seven feet tall, and easily weighing over 400 pounds, the man pretty much defines the saying “I wouldn’t want to meet HIM in a dark alley!” His hair, a dark brown, is just a little too long to be considered short, and is worn combed straight back, revealing his face...and that’s not a good thing. The right side of his face is distorted and misshapen, looking somewhat caved in at the cheekbone, as if from an old wound. The eye above is perpetually bloodshot, though the original green reflected in the other eye struggles to show through. He’s dressed in a T-Shirt advertising New York City Wrestling, a huge pair of blue jeans, and size 17 boots. His gaze is surprisingly gentle for someone as intimidating as he is, and the look he gives off indicates...loneliness, perhaps? ((Fame 2: Check Who's Who for Details))

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): d10: per+alert: 10,9,4,7,6,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She reaches behind her, motioning for William to take her hand. She peers for place for the big man to get comfy.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: per+alert: 3,6,8,1,

William Halloran: He reaches out and takes her slim hand in his enormous paw, gently, and looks around as well.

William Halloran: d10: Per+Alert: 4,10,1,4,6,

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): She turned to watch the shadow of a mountain move.
No, wait, that's a person. With a smaller person circling around the larger person like a planet orbiting the sun.
"I think I know you," she said, turning to face the girl. "You were here once."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: she blinks over to Felisa with a soft smile. "Mmm.. I was. You were with the flock of girl smoking out the theatre, right?" She gives a tiny laugh and starts moving her way. She leads William with a gentle hand.

William Halloran: He follows along behind Brigette, twisting to fit his way between the seats. He looks Felisa over, eyeing her a second before giving a nod. "Heya."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She takes a seat next to Felisa and motions for William to sit next to her.

William Halloran: He nods to Brigette and sits down, cramming his enormous self as comfortably as possible into the seat.

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "Oh yes. We were a murder of crows that night. Things change though, and these nights have been a little quieter, a little weirder. Not that I mind at all, really. It's just change."
She looked up at the big lug and nodded. That's a guy who leads with his grill.
"Pull up a seat. Maybe two in your case, I think one of your ass cheeks might fill a regular chair."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smiles and leans weakly against the brutish man's arm, looking to Felisa "Be nice to my william. He's a doll."

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "I am being nice. He's a big, big man."

William Halloran: He shrugs it off, not taking her comment as an insult. It's true, after all. "Yeah...them's the breaks." He smiles a little bit.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny yawn, looking absently to the screen. "So why are things quieter, love? I miss the party?"

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "So how are you both, doing well? Must be bored to come here on a weeknight, seeing as there's literally nobody here. No wait, I think somebody's getting a hummer down there in the third row. Yup. They are. So. Aside from that..."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny shrug, slinking an arm around william's. Clinging to the man. "It's good to get out. The suite is so boring.."

William Halloran: "M'awright," he says to Felisa with a shrug. He reaches over and puts a hand over the arm Brigette slinks around his, patting it gently. He nods to her. "Yeah, it is good ta get out."

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "You live in a suite? Well you sound very well to do," she said, turning to see some of the violence. Lots of blood and bang-bang. "Of course, with what you were slinging around I'm not all that surprised, you must make quite a little profit."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny laugh, shaking her head. "I'm not a drug dealer, love. Cute, though."

William Halloran: He looks a little confused by Felisa's comment, but shrugs it off.

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "My apologizes to you both then, I just assumed, and that made me an ass."
She turned and grinned. Felisa had nice choppers. "Been on the street so long it's sort of a rote. But nevermind that. Was it a dinner and a movie for you two?" she asked.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a soft smile to the man, running a hand up his chest. "Skipped dinner. Couldn't wait to take my William here. Maybe we'll catch something to eat later." She blinks up to Will "Hungry, my love?"

William Halloran: "I could eat in a bit," he says with a slight nod. Of course he could...a guy of William's height, weight, and activity level, he eats quite a bit, after all. "Whenever yer hungry."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She kisses the man's chest, then looks back to Felisa. Studying the girl with hungry green eyes.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: per+emp: 9,5,1,2,5,

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): They seemed to be close, or at least in a bit of lust. In retrospect Felisa thought it a little strange; after all this was the same woman that came unto Euge and her weeks before. She wondered if the big guy knew of her romps.
"You guys have a particular place in mind? Or were you just out exploring the city?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a carefree shrug "We can stop wherever strikes our fancy at the time. I'm not picky."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The young girl kicks her sandals off, widdling dainty toes with a tiny giggle.

William Halloran: He smiles a little bit. "Ain't got nothin' in mind, myself. Whatever's good."

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "Oh now hold on," she said, turning back to face the man-mountain. "You've got to have some preference. Mongolian BBQ? Porterhouse steak? Italian, Mexican?"
She switched over to Brigitte. "Aren't your feet cold? It's nearly freezing out there."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She leans against william with a soft smile flashed to Felisa. She runs a bare foot up the girl's shin.

William Halloran: He shrugs. "Ain't matter to me. I ain't picky with my food. Anywhere someone goes, I can find somethin' to eat."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "I'm not particularly picky either. I don't really eat all that much. You can choose tonight, William. Any place you like. I'm easy." She flashes a wide grin to Felisa.

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): She sighed and took Brigitte's leg by the ankle, examining it. Quite a nice gam the girl had, and if she'd only did something earlier there might have been more of a spark.
"You're a tempter, no doubt about that," she said, tickling Brigitte's toes, "and I'm very flattered."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She giggles when her toes are tickled, slipping her feet up to the girl's lap. "Temptress. If you're going to label me, at least use the appropriate term."

William Halloran: "Hmm...I guess a steakhouse sounds good." He watches the two a moment, then looks out to the movie screen.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She leans back into william with a tiny nod. "Steak it is." She lets out a tiny yawn and a giggle "Why did you let me sleep so late, my love? You're spoiling me."

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "Temptress, then. And I'm flattered, again. But I do remember last time dear, and nothing's changed. Besides, it's a little strange for your boyfriend, don't you think?"
She let Brigitte's feet stay though. The blood that pumped through them was enchanting.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives an innocent bat of the lashes at the woman before glancing up to William. "William, my love.. does it bother you.. if I warm my feet in this nice girl's lap?"

William Halloran: He ducks his head, smiling sheepishly. "Thought ya could use yer sleep. Didn't wanna wake ya...ya looked peaceful."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She wiggles the toes in Felisa's lap.

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): She sighed, smiled and started to massage Brigette's toes. "You mean to tell that this is an open relationship?" she asked. "Doesn't that cause problems on occasion?"

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): d10: per+emp: 5,5,6,7,2,

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater) -> William Halloran: How's old Will? What's his stance?

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nuzzles her head back against william. "I don't have any problems. I know my William loves me. And he knows I love him. I don't much see what my toes have to do with it." She gives them another playful wiggle.

William Halloran -> Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): ((Highly uncomfortable with Brigette's flirting, but completely devoted to her, and willing to let her do pretty much anything. His own opinions don't matter.))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smirks to the girl. "And you said plenty of things have changed since the last time I saw you."

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "I'm taking his feelings into account Brigitte. However much he may love you, he does have his own thoughts and concerns. I'm not so sure he's all that happy with this toe wriggling," she said, tickling them a little faster.

William Halloran: Brigette's statement brings a smile to his face and and nods, looking down to her. A big ol' hand comes to rest on her shoulder.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte giggles girlishly but doesn't jerk her feet away. Enjoying every second it seems, preening at the attention. "Eeeeep!"

William Halloran: He ignores Felisa's comment, paying complete attention to Brigette.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The young girl kisses William's massive hand.

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): Yes, plenty of things have changed since then. For one, I died and came back, she thought. I don't exactly have the same desires as before...
"Y'know if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were out hunting humans. I forget where I picked that up, some sort of serial killer type thing where the wife asks the mass murderer what he was doing before he went to a McDonalds and started shooting."

William Halloran: He looks up to Felisa suddenly, frowning deeply as she seems to insinuate that Brigette's a serial killer. "Come again?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a sly grin. "Hunting humans. Hardly, love. Hunting involves malicious intent. I'm hardly one for such endeavors. I'm more of a human..." She thinks, looking for the right verb. ".. cuddler."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She leans softly against william with a soft smile to the man. "It's alright, my love. She was joking." Note to self.. hunt less humans.. they're on to you.

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "Don't take it to heart William, it's a turn of phrase and nothing more. I would hardly think that you two were scoping people out for ill gain; what would be the purpose?"
Of course, Felisa knew better, and after the last time... well...
"Cuddler. And how many have you cuddled?"

William Halloran: He relaxes a little bit when Brigette talks to him, nodding. He looks back away from them, toward the screen.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte thinks about it.. and actually starts counting. A long pause.. very long pause.. damnit.. she can't count that high.. She gives a flighty laugh to Felisa, still wiggling her toes. "I'll plead the fifth, thank you very much. After all, this is only our second date. You don't hear me asking how many people YOU've cuddled with."

William Halloran: Ooh, look, Carnage. Drugs. He pays very close attention to the movie.

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "You can, if you wish. It doesn't matter to me much, really. Flashes in the pan when it all came down to brass tacks; bits of brief contact that never went anywhere useful in the long run, other than a nice bit of pleasure. Now, if I may ask... what is it with you and your toes? And what second date do you mean?"
Because both of those questions would probably lead to deeper meanings.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She quirks a brow, a playful look tossed to the girl. She was taking this faaaar too seriously for comprehension. "My.. toes, love? I don't favor them over any other part of my person. But I didn't want to be so invasive as to run other parts over you. Not at this junction, anyway." She flashes the girl a wink, nuzzling back against william. "And by second date.. I was referring to the fact that this is the second time I've run into you in a dimly lit theater." She gives a sly grin and digs her feet gently into the woman's lap.

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): She chuckled. Yes, dead two weeks and dealing with her own kind, werewolves and god only knows what else. Actually, not even two weeks. You'd be serious too, even if you were crazy.
"Mmm... Other parts. That makes we wonder about a few things that actually have nothing to do with parts at all, at least not in the original context."

William Halloran: He leans forward, apparently transfixed by the movie on the screen. He can even understand it, it seems.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She offers an innocent smile, kissing William's chest before turning back to the girl. "Feel free to wonder aloud. I'd love to hear what's on your little mind."

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater):: She turned, slowly, at the remark.
"My mind, although slightly askew, works fine enough. It certainly isn't little, and I wouldn't be so patronizing to you and yours by saying such a thing."
She hopped out of her seat and sat on one of the backs of the other chairs, facing the duo. "The parts I was thinking about were about a grift, a scam if you will, and it had nothing to do with the present situation with you and yours."

William Halloran: He finally looks over to Felisa, blinking at her. "What kinda grift ya talkin' 'bout?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She quirks a brow at the girl, grin widening. "Awefully touchy, love. I didn't mean to offend.." She smiles back at william, still nuzzling against the man. She curls her feet under her when felisa moves. "And yes.. what gift? A scam?"

William Halloran: He looks down at Brigette and starts to rub her shoulders gently, before looking up at Felisa. Likely the man could crush her with the hands engulfing her...but the thought would never enter his mind.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She leans down to lay a gentle kiss to one of his hands. Trusting him completely. She relaxes when he rubs her shoulders giving a tiny exhale.

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater):: "Yeah. A scam, in the city. Not my scam, mind you. I've no need or want for one. Just things I've noticed about certain people doing certain things. It's been a strange world, and getting stranger, from what I've gathered..."

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): ((Sorry, distracted by people))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She givesa tiny laugh, listening to the girl. Amused but not condescending. "I'm sorry to make you think of such things, love. It happens though. Best to be aware of it.. than hide in the shadows, living in blissful denial."

William Halloran: He nods soundly to that. He used to be strongly in denial, but his eyes are open.

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "Oh no, I don't mind at all. It's interesting to me that it is a strange world, and getting stranger by the night. Actually from what I've been told hiding in the shadows don't help, as they're prone to attack you at odd moments. I forgot who said that one, actually."
She went back and sat down in her original seat. "It's a high-wire act, in my opinion."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She flashes another sly grin. "Smart girl. I like that." She moves to slip her feet back in Felisa's lap. "So.. if I'm not being too forward, love.. Are you not from around here? Or are you just now noticing that everything isn't as shiny and happy as everyone likes to think it is?"

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "You misunderstand."
She let the blood filled limbs rest in her lap, and she looked at them as if they were alien artifacts at the neighborhood garage sale. (Does anybody notice? Nobody cares? And you're selling it for three dollars?).
"The little harlots will caper, and freaks will distract attention, and the clowns will break the rhythm of the whole with their buffooneries--but the solidity of the procession as a whole: the impressiveness of things that pass and pass and pass, and keep on and keep on and keep on coming. The irresistibleness of things that neither threaten nor jeer nor defy, but arrange themselves in mass-formations that pass and pass and keep on passing."

Lukette: (open?)

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): ((Sure))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She tilts her head girlishly at Felisa "Love.. are you stoned?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (yes)

William Halloran: The fact that the two are talking over his head--or at least that he doesn't understand them--is blatently obvious. He just listens, trying to pick up what he can, as he works the tension out of Brigette's shoulders.

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): She continued, unabated. "What is a house? It is not possible to say what anything is, as positively distinguished from anything else, if there are no positive differences. A barn is a house, if one lives in it. If residence constitutes houseness, because style of architecture does not, then a bird's nest is a house: and human occupancy is not the standard to judge by, because we speak of dogs' houses; nor material, because we speak of snow houses of Eskimos--or a shell is a house to a hermit crab--or was to the mollusk that made it--or things seemingly so positively different as the White House at Washington and a shell on the sea-shore are seen to be continuous. So no one has ever been able to say what electricity is, for instance. It isn't anything, as positively distinguished from heat or magnetism or life. Metaphysicians and theologians and biologists have tried to define life. They have failed, because, in a positive sense, there is nothing to define: there is no phenomenon of life that is not, to some degree, manifest in chemism, magnetism, astronomic motions. White coral islands in a dark blue sea."

William Halloran: He blinks, and looks at Felisa as if a new head has popped out of her shoulders. "Uhh....huh?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a flighty laugh, listening to the girl. Wow. She WAS stoned.. Not that brigitte is one to judge. "Love.. life is what you make of it. What YOU make or YOURS I mean. There is no one answer because it's different for everyone. The answer is insanely simple." She preens. "Mmmm.. William you've the hands of a GOD! How did I ever manage without you.."

William Halloran: He chuckles a little, cheeks coloring at Brigette's comment. "Ya did just fine, I bet."

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "Exactly. It's all interconnected. You and I and William over there, all mixed in a soup that we call reality, which is a tiny word for such a large thing."
She turned watch the movie. "We're all letters in a dirty little cosmic joke that's written on god's bathroom wall."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She leans up to kiss the man's neck. "Nonsense, love. You're FABulous.." She leans back against the man with eyes flittering over Nia. "I'll have you know he has no need for a bathroom, love. And if he did.. you're a fool if you think he'd care enough to litter his walls with talk of humanity. God is a pompous self righteous twit."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (lol. not nia. felisa. i'm getting my womens crossed!)

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "Fools go where angels fear to tread Brigitte. Everybody knows that."

Monique LeFlambeau: *Struts in.*

William Halloran: He flushes further at Brigette's kiss, smiling softly. "Thank ya." He nods to Brigette's comment to Felisa...fuck God. Asshole.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a flighty laugh. "I'm by no means exaulting angels, love. Hate the damn things. They're by FAR more spineless than humanity."

Monique LeFlambeau: Soft, that’s how people tend to view her. Silver hair frames an oddly youthful face. Full lips form a pleasant smile. Something about her is just playful. Her clothes tend towards the outlandish, but they’re always an eye grabber. http://www.geocities.com/zzus/MAZON.JPG

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "You sound like you've studied the whole thing," she said, shrugging. "Well everybody needs a hobby, something to whittle away the time."
Hmm. Not very happy with the mention of the Lord. That's a bit of information she'll put in her back pocket of her mind.

Monique LeFlambeau: Her dark eyes play over the theatre. It's been AGES since she's seen a movie.

William Halloran: d10: Per+Alert: 1,10,9,4,3,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nuzzles back against William. "Faith is folly when you have knowledge, love. Not really a hobby perse. Just.. something I've picked up." Pretty lips turn to a sly grin, finding her own words wildly amusing. She eyes the new entry with a hungry gaze. Oo la la..

William Halloran: He looks over his shoulder, noting someone entering. It takes him several moments for his eyes to land on Monique, but when he does, he watches her for a moment, appraising her.

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): BAD BOY BUBBY (1993)Australian director Rolf de Heer's bizarre parable of innocence and corruption. Bad Boy Bubby (Nicholas Hope) is a 35-year-old manchild, confined his whole life by his domineering mother, who uses him for sex. Eventually escaping the confines of home, the antisocial, nearly mute Bubby must now encounter society for the first time, and his adventures run the gamut from poignant and funny to grim and brutal.
((We'll make it a double bill))

Monique LeFlambeau: Of course the balcony is the only place to sit. Who wants to mill with the herd afterall.

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "If that's something you picked up I wonder what's in your trash can," she quipped, snickering darkly.

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): d10: per+alert: 7,9,2,5,5,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She licks her lips with another sly grin to Felisa "Come over some time and I'll show you."

William Halloran: He looks away from Monique, back to the two women talking. Hands going back to working on Brigette's shoulders.

Monique LeFlambeau: Sashays a few rows down and sits in front of the others, leaning back and propping her feet on the seat in front of her, skirt sliding into her lap.

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "Again, you tempt. Always comes back to that. There's a pattern emerging, my dear..."
She looked over to see the woman in the balcony. Ah yes, you were were one that bent over just for little old me. And they say you never met anybody in the theare these days.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a carefree shrug. "Wise woman once said: everybody needs a hobby, something to whittle away the time.." She preens at William's touch, eyes floating over to Monique's legs. "It's something I enjoy."

Monique LeFlambeau: d10: per + alert: 10,6,9,7,8,1,

Monique LeFlambeau: Hears the others nattering behind her, but doesn't look back at them as she flips out a silver case and selects a cigarette, lighting it up as she leans back and relaxes. The spicy smell of herbs drifts from her direction.

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "I would hope so. There's no point in doing something you aren't terribly fond of. That's the problem with the world today, everybody thinks they're doing something they want to do, when in actuality they loathe it, and they're doing it because everybody else is doing the same thing."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods. "Far too many people are tangled by their own inhibitions TO enjoy themselves, love. It's not their fault.. they were designed that way. It's a shame, really."

Monique LeFlambeau: Sounds like the local philosophy club is sharing the balcony with her.

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "And you were designed differently? How odd. You don't look like a custom job. Where's your supercharger?"

Monique LeFlambeau: *chuckles*

William Halloran: He looks down at Brigette's comment. He's fairly sure he's included in that group.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smirks with a 'wouldn't you like to know' look about her. She leans against william with a tiny yawn. "Oh, love.. I've got to wake up."

William Halloran: "Okay. Ya want I should stop, then?"

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "I know, I'm a bit of a bore sometimes. It's aight though, nothing a night in the tropics wouldn't fix."

Monique LeFlambeau: Looks like she's getting two shows in one tonight, taking a long drag off her smoke as she shamelessly eavesdrops.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She shakes her head with a soft smile to William. "Proceed, my love. You're doing a superb job." She grins back to Felisa. "Not at all, sweetpea. I think your arguments are quite vaild in spots. Misinformed perhaps.. but cute."

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "Oh well if I'm just going with disinformation..."
She turned around and left it at that, smirking madly.

Monique LeFlambeau: Chuckles softly to herself over Fel's disinformation comment. As if there were any such thing.

William Halloran: "Awright." And back to the massaging he goes, moving a little down from her shoulders, to work at her upper back.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny amused nod to Felisa's statement. Exactly. She wiggles her toes to the girl's lap.

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): Of course when you're loopy and you see a little better than most, it all sort of muddles to glop. Still, not bad for a seventeen year old, wot?

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The young girl arches her back at the massage. Murmering to William. "Mmm.. when's your next show, love? So I'll know not to make plans."

Monique LeFlambeau: The narcotic smoke spreads to those behind as she turns her attention to the movie, idly hoping the idiotic lead man gets eaten by lions.

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "Ah, those were the nights."
Too bad she couldn't get baked like that anymore. Of course there were other perks, but the body had changed somewhat, it didn't work the way it used to.

William Halloran: "Friday," he says to her, smiling a bit nervously as he carefuly rubs the knots loose in Brigette's back, just below her shoulderblades. "Workin' a tag match."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Mmm.. fun. I'll be there, love. Don't let me down."

Monique LeFlambeau: Smokes the cig down to a little roach and puts her legs down to lean towards the floor and moosh the butt out, dropping it into her cig case before tucking it away again.

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): They seemed snug and warm against one another, and since Felisa looked to be the fifth wheel she pondered hopping up and out into the night. Fiddling in her hoodie, she checked the phone to see if there were any messages, important bits that somehow went through the cracks.

Monique LeFlambeau: Quirks her lips when no one is eaten by wild animals. "Well, that was perfectly abominable," she comments to no one in particular. No wonder she rarely comes to the theatre.

William Halloran: He blushes a little and nods. "I won't let ya down...promise." And true words were never spoken, if intent counted.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She flashes a soft smile over her shoulder to the man. Teasing. "Good. Because I'd hate to have to go home with the other team if they win."

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): She stood up and spoke to the woman down in front. "You missed the 70's shoot-'em-up. I'm afraid you'll have the settle for the man-boy adventure. Don't worry, something miserable will happen to him, surely."
She turned to look at the other two. "I think I'll take a stroll or something. Loved the conversation, it was utterly ridiculous."

Felisa's phone: *ring*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She grins up to Felisa "Anytime, love. It was my pleasure."

Monique LeFlambeau: "I think I can survive without finding out how that one ends," she says in an amused tone, getting to her feet. "Enjoy."

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): Felisa heard the sound of that strange, haunting tinkle she liked when she put in the Ringu CD and hit the options. In other words: Phone's ringing, oh my god. She pulled it out and spoke gravely.
"Flea here."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte flitters a girlish wave to Monique when she stands to leave.

Monique LeFlambeau: Gives Brigitte a wink and saunters on out. ((Laters everyone!))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (seeya!)

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "One of these days I'm going to have to ask her how she deals with all the gawkers," she muttered to herself. "That outfit leaves nothing to the imagination."

William Halloran: ((Sorry, guys...phone call.)) He tries to chuckle at that, slightly falling short. Insecure? Yeah, just a little bit.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a soft laugh and turns to face william "Ohh.. my love. I was only joking. I would never do that to you." She runs a hand up his chest and pushes herself up to kiss his cheek.

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "I'm not on anything," she said, tittering. "Well, perhaps a little something. But mostly it's been words and wriggly toes. How are you and why have you called me? Did the psychotronic matrix explode again?"

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "You know somehow...excuse me dear," she said, nipping at Brigitte's ankle before she moved out of the way, so they could view Bubba in all his dopey glory, "...somehow I can't help but think you're 174% more bouncy-wouncy. And that's oddly disturbing to me."

William Halloran: He ducks his head to accept the kiss, flushing in embarassment. Of course she wouldn't. Why would he have thought that? "Yeh, I know. Sorry...wasn't meanin' that...y'know. Ya would."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She giggles and curls around the man. "I know, love."

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "I'm on the move, just heading out of the Paris," she said, shuffling down the aisles. Bubba's not doing it for me."

William Halloran: He smiles softly and wraps a huge arm around her waist, holding her protectively as she curls around him. "Ain't like this movie as much as the last," he comments idly. "Don't make as much sense."

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "I'm not sure yet. They say home is where the heart is. Why, what's going on?"

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): ((The Curse of the Double Bill))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She flashes him a sly grin. "Well, then. Luckily for us.. I didn't bring you here to watch movies, love." She gives a girlish giggle and runs a hand down the man's leg.

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "Oh you're BORED."
She let out a warbling laugh. "You want to hit a club or something? I wouldn't suggest being hit by one though. I'd imagine all those bricks would hurt."

William Halloran: "Hmm?" He feels the hand on his leg and blinks a couple times. "...oh! Ummm..." He clears his throat, shattered cheek taking on a red hue. "Okay." He smiles shyly and nods.

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "Could it the Limelight, maybe the Nevermore. I haven't been to Seraphim's tears yet." She made her way down towards the door, pausing a moment to look back at the other two. They looked as if they were going test the stress levels on those seats.

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): "Let's go to the Tears. I haven't been there yet." It was said as she went through the double doors. "You know, I going to have to get a car one of these nights."

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): ((Hope I wasn't too boring for you guys))

William Halloran: ((No, no! Not at all. Scarlet had to go...I just haven't killed nick yet. Was good stuff, if very confusing to William. He's not the philosophical type. *S*))

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): ((No idea of where the caller went))

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): ((Ravyn, right?))

William Halloran: ((Yep!))

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): Oh okay. Wow. Lotta demons talking an interest in that little Malk.

William Halloran: ((Yeah, huh? *G* They love to take notice of peeps and meddle.))

Felisa Espinosa (Paris Theater): ((I noticed. I've no idea of what they'd do if they noticed the woman was dead))