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01 July 2008 @ 02:09 pm
Who: Dahlia and Fonso
When: Early evening
Where: between the campgrounds and the midway

Dahlia was bored stiff. She could only be entertained fanning and fawning over herself for so long, and the sun was starting to go down which meant she couldn't tan any longer. Starting to walk to the campground she wondered how she'd go about filling the night. It wasn't like she'd have any clients, probably wouldn't have any for a while. The idea of an quiet evening spent alone didn't sit well with Dahlia. But here she was, kicking at the dirt below her walking back alone.

Sighing heavily she tapped her fan against her hip as she walked. "Damn quiet evening" she muttered.
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vultus_ut_polus on July 3rd, 2008 01:36 am (UTC)
Fonso quite enjoyed the evenings. It cooled down enough that he didn't have to worry about dying from anything heat related and it meant that the stars were beginning to come out. He found himself propped against the wheel to some random caravan, his pants rolled up to the knee so that he wouldn't get too stuffy or anything like that--his obscenely pale legs needed some air too.

"Yes, a quiet evening it is. Trés jolie..."

Of course, Fonso said all of this without looking up from his blank book, where he'd already attempted to scribble in the image of the darkening night sky. Perhaps, he added as a mental note, he shouldn't answer what very well could have been a bit of inner monologue released in the future.
dahlia_lisette on July 3rd, 2008 01:44 am (UTC)
Dahlia stopped dead, she looked around for a moment before noticing a young man, who appeared surprisingly close to her age leaning against a caravan. She sauntered over to him, stopping a few feet away.

"And who are you?" she asked, a tattooed eyebrow raised.
vultus_ut_polus on July 3rd, 2008 02:11 am (UTC)
Fonso finally glanced over the top of his book when addressed, non-tattooed eyebrows arching slightly. He did have to admire the woman for the sheer amount of tattoos littering her body--he squinted a bit at a few across her arms, head tilting slowly to one side.

"I am a human man, that is who I am," He murmured jokingly at first, hiding his smile behind his freshly inked pages for a moment before putting the book aside to speak properly, giving the woman a courteous half-bow.

"Fonso. You may call me Fonso. What are you called by, if I might be asking so?"
dahlia_lisette on July 3rd, 2008 02:17 am (UTC)
She smiled, his English was endearing.

"Dahlia. You're working here?" she asked, she hadn't met anyone but Laurent since she'd arrived.

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vultus_ut_polus on July 3rd, 2008 02:32 am (UTC)
"Dahlia. Like the flowers, no?"

Fonso couldn't help to smile and cock his head to one side, already starting on the sketch of one of said flowers underneath the scrawled stars. It would never get out of his head if he didn't get it down on paper.

"Oui, in fact they have hired me as one of their strong men. Could not you tell?" He joked once more, flexing a totally non-existant bicep and flashing some bodybuilder's pose. "...no, no. I am a contortionist. Vous? What is it that you provide to this place?"
dahlia_lisette on July 3rd, 2008 02:36 am (UTC)
Her grin widened considerably. He had a keen sense of humor, something she wasn't accustomed to.

"You're a funny one," she teased, "I provide these," she answered his question, letting her hands run over her tattoos.

"I display myself," her tone a little more implicit this time.

vultus_ut_polus on July 3rd, 2008 02:53 am (UTC)
Fonso was perfectly okay with being funny. It definitely livened up the drab, rather boring campground at night. His eyes lowered to follow Dahlia's hands, unable to even attempt at hiding the slight blush that rushed across at his cheeks. He understood those words perfectly.

"A-ah," He stammered, nodding as he let his eyes flit over the ink on her arms and her arms only--he had morals and superstitions, after all. "'Zey are very pretty. Like art, for your body. A trés jolie canvas."

dahlia_lisette on July 3rd, 2008 03:00 am (UTC)
She noted his blush, and moved her hands onto her hips.

"Why thank you," she paused for a moment to think. "How about you and me have a drink and liven up the evening?" she asked, her spirits lifted considerably.

"I've got a bottle of grain back in my trunk."
vultus_ut_polus on July 3rd, 2008 03:08 am (UTC)
Fonso's eyes lit up at the mention of having a drink, especially if he was to do so in the company of such a pretty girl. Nodding enthusiastically, he carefully blew on the still wet ink in his book and carefully pressed the pages together when the book shut.

"I would 'zink 'zat yes, I shall accompany you to 'zis trunk and drink from your bottle!"
dahlia_lisette on July 3rd, 2008 03:11 am (UTC)
She looped an arm around his waist flirtatiously and began walking back toward where she'd left her trunk earlier.

"How long have you been doing your act?" she asked, curious.
vultus_ut_polus on July 3rd, 2008 03:16 am (UTC)
Glad for once to have long enough hair to cover his ears(which immediately turned pink along with the rest of his cheeks when Dahlia curled an arm about his waist), Fonso smiled and at least shyly looped an arm across the middle of her back as he glanced upwards at the sky.

"Eh...you mean as one of 'ze professionals? Never. I am very new to all of it."
dahlia_lisette on July 3rd, 2008 03:23 am (UTC)
"Good thing I'm not the only one new to this whole carnival thing" she mused, her trunk wasn't too far off now. She'd set it near some bushes since she didn't have a tent or caravan.

"And what'd you do before coming here?"
vultus_ut_polus on July 3rd, 2008 03:36 am (UTC)
"So you are new to 'zis life too, eh? Wonderful!" Happy to hear that he wasn't alone in this, Fonso scuffed his bare heels a little in the dust as they walked. It just felt so much better to have his feet free unless he felt in the mood to wear his boots. The next question left a bitter smile upon his lips.

"...I traveled the lengths of Europe with ma papa et maman and 'ze rest of our clan. Everything was so simple."
dahlia_lisette on July 3rd, 2008 03:41 am (UTC)
Coming up to the trunk she shimmied away from Fonso, her body moving with the fluid grace of a dancer. Pulling a key from her bra and unlocking the trunk she rummaged though the silks and various things inside, finally pulling out a bottle. Slamming it closed and locking it she patted the trunk's lid.

"I don't have a tent or anything, but we can sit on the trunk," she offered opening the bottle and taking a quick shot.
vultus_ut_polus on July 3rd, 2008 03:49 am (UTC)
Fonso, glad to have his arm back for the mere fact that he how could fiddle awkwardly with his book again, glanced up in enough time to see a key being pulled from--"Sacré dieu," He mumbled to himself, plopping down to settle with his back against the trunk.

"May the trunk be all yours for 'ze sitting. Me? I like the dirt quite nicely." He even patted it a little, bringing up his hand to grimace at the dirt under his short nails.
dahlia_lisette on July 3rd, 2008 04:48 pm (UTC)
Dahlia grinned. At least he didn't think she'd be sitting in the dirt. The liquor burned her throat a little, but it was welcomed. She passed it over to Fonso, who seemed to be pretty content with his book.

"What's the book?" she asked, not wanting to lean over his shoulder and overstep his privacy.
vultus_ut_polus on July 4th, 2008 12:08 am (UTC)
Fonso, nodding in appreciation as he curled his fingers around the neck of the bottle, squinted down at the liquor. At least it didn't look all that deadly. Shrugging, he took a swig and grimaced at the sensation that seemed to shoot down into his stomach that came with the peculiar taste of the alcohol.

"Mn, here? It was blank in its earlier days. Now most of 'ze pages, well..."

He shrugged, sneaking another quick gulp from the bottle as he flipped the book open to a random page to show off the doodles there. "...mainly chicken scratch-scribbles."
dahlia_lisette on July 4th, 2008 12:44 am (UTC)
She looked at the page he'd held for her to see.

"They look a little better than scribbles" she joked, taking the bottle back for another swig. This time she gulped down a little more than she meant too, and as she passed it back to him she coughed.

"Stuff isn't weak," she said.
vultus_ut_polus on July 4th, 2008 02:43 am (UTC)
"Psh!" Fonso blushed though, carefully shutting the book again. Most of the time he had no clue what would come out on the page when he began to draw--his mind often led him to odd places and the like.

"I have noticed. It does feel like it is trying to attack my throat on 'ze way out.." He'd gotten almost used to the burn now, enjoying the rather warm sensation settling in his belly. The worst thing about only weighing 120 pounds when soaking wet meant a horrible alcohol tolerance.

Fonso drank his fill, wrinkled his nose, and passed the bottle back.

"Eh, no more for me. I wish to not be stumbling like a one-legged sailor tomorrow morning."
dahlia_lisette on July 4th, 2008 02:50 am (UTC)
Dahlia took another shot, setting the bottle down on the trunk. Following Fonso's cue she decided to hold off for a little bit. The alcohol loosening her sensibilities considerably she let her fingers grace across the back of Fonso's neck, curious about what his reaction would be.

She got a kick out of his frequent blushing.

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