Post by max on Feb 5, 2010 20:15:48 GMT 10
Title: The Jugged Hare I
Length: 282
Rating: PG
Competitor: Uline
R/F: 1/H
Summary: Lunch and... stuff.
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The Jugged Hare is a beautiful eatery, and everyone who’s anyone knows so. The gleaming crystal and silverware. The sparkling damask tablecloths. The waiters so suave in their black and white.
A place where the rich and beautiful of Corus go to see and be seen, minus the laws of conduct so strictly adhered to in the palace.
They have both emerged from the war famed for beauty and combat, to varying degrees, and why shouldn’t two of the most desirable women in Tortall be seen together at lunch?
‘That,’ says Uline, finishing off her roast duck, ‘Was delicious.’
‘It was,’ says Kel, and catches Uline’s fingers with her own. ‘Thank you for reserving a private booth, by the way.’
‘Yes, well, I was hoping you might have noticed,’ says Uline, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin before her eyes slide slyly to Kel’s.
Suddenly the room doesn’t seem half as big as it did a moment ago, her world shrunk down to Uline, the distance between them, the waiter at the door.
Turning her head with the flash of a silver noble, Uline signals their server over to her. ‘Leave us, for, oh… twenty minutes.’
The boy complies, the corner of his lip quivering ever so slightly under his mask of polite disinterest as he exits the room, closing the door behind him.
‘You see,’ after a good dinner, says Uline, and she has pushed herself from the table, sidling over to Keladry. ‘I think it’s always best to finish with dessert.’
Her body heating, Kel feigns disinterest, toying with her fork as Uline leans her hips against the table next to Kel’s plate.
‘What did you have in mind?’
Length: 282
Rating: PG
Competitor: Uline
R/F: 1/H
Summary: Lunch and... stuff.
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The Jugged Hare is a beautiful eatery, and everyone who’s anyone knows so. The gleaming crystal and silverware. The sparkling damask tablecloths. The waiters so suave in their black and white.
A place where the rich and beautiful of Corus go to see and be seen, minus the laws of conduct so strictly adhered to in the palace.
They have both emerged from the war famed for beauty and combat, to varying degrees, and why shouldn’t two of the most desirable women in Tortall be seen together at lunch?
‘That,’ says Uline, finishing off her roast duck, ‘Was delicious.’
‘It was,’ says Kel, and catches Uline’s fingers with her own. ‘Thank you for reserving a private booth, by the way.’
‘Yes, well, I was hoping you might have noticed,’ says Uline, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin before her eyes slide slyly to Kel’s.
Suddenly the room doesn’t seem half as big as it did a moment ago, her world shrunk down to Uline, the distance between them, the waiter at the door.
Turning her head with the flash of a silver noble, Uline signals their server over to her. ‘Leave us, for, oh… twenty minutes.’
The boy complies, the corner of his lip quivering ever so slightly under his mask of polite disinterest as he exits the room, closing the door behind him.
‘You see,’ after a good dinner, says Uline, and she has pushed herself from the table, sidling over to Keladry. ‘I think it’s always best to finish with dessert.’
Her body heating, Kel feigns disinterest, toying with her fork as Uline leans her hips against the table next to Kel’s plate.
‘What did you have in mind?’