<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/CvJdndE.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bridgette Desjardins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13062037#msg13062037)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the bar<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 9th, Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Conner Almasy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13091869#msg13091869)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Enjoying the atmosphere of the bar, being approached by an old friend<br/><hr/><br/>Beta was beside her. She was dressed in An Expensive Suede Purple Jacket (http://i.imgur.com/VZbzy7P.jpg) with stretching jeans that looked like they might have been painted onto her skinny legs. The other her, the identity that the two of them believed to be the original Bridgette, she was wearing A Gold Inlaid Top (http://i.imgur.com/aSUyDTb.jpg) and a matching skirt. Every stitch of clothing either of her had on were well over one hundred dollars individually, which included her perfectly hidden undergarments.<br/><br/>Bridges was enjoying a conversation with herself about the philosophical context of ethics, while working on two separate glasses of wine. It was hardly intentional, it was ironic, what two people with the same mind decided to talk about when they were able to.<strong>“Mm, oui. Mais le fait exceptionnel dans cette situation est autre chose entièrement. Quand un groupe de personnes se réunit comme ça, ils s'annoncent dangereux. Je ne pense pas qu'elle ait eu des raisons de se retenir. C'était la vie... ou- la mort.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Oui, je suis d'accord, mais il y a des problèmes dans l'esprit de la fille, son subconscient a fait que cela se produise. Il y avait mille autres options. Elle n'a peut-être pas décidé de le faire, mais quelque chose à son intérieur l'a fait.”</strong><br/><br/>The two of them exclusively spoke French when in conversations like this. It helped her keep her English more clean. The odd third language she’d invented with herself was mostly gone now, it used to sound demonic when she talked to herself. This chipper bouncing French was much more… pleasant to hear.<br/><br/>Bridges wasn’t necessarily finished with the conversation. They’d been talking about Blackout’s role in New York during the riot. But, both of them turned their heads when they heard a familiar voice, and a familiar tune coming from a man that they’d never truly met. She heard the same music. He had clearly changed, and it felt like there might have been a few new ‘instruments’ in his ‘orchestra’, but she remembered the melodies, and the timbre of his ‘voice’, as well as the actual timbre of his voice.<br/><br/>Bridgette had once met the boy, and she’d known him well. But his face had hardened, his shoulders were bigger. He was taller, not by much, but he was. He looked older, more manly, more attractive than her memory by multitudes of ten or more. Both pairs of eyes widened. While Beta couldn’t stop her lips from curling upwards. Bridgette’s mouth went agape.<strong>“Quoi?”</strong><br/><br/>Beta was a bit more expressive,<strong>“ferme ta gueule”.</strong>Still, both of them spoke in French for a moment, too shocked to slip out of it. Neither of her could believe her eyes.<br/><br/><strong>“Conn-erhhgh” </strong>Bridgette had still never quite learned how to hit that hard R at the end of his name. He always said that he liked it, and it was obvious, the sound that she was trying to make. The two forms of Bridgette exchanged a look with each other, and both of them brought their eyes back to him, smiling.<br/><br/>Bridgette continued to talk while Beta watched.<strong>“What-ah you doing here?”</strong>Her accent started to thicken, in the presence of his consistent music. It made her feel young again. Beta was blushing as she watched.<strong>“I Zought you were gone…”</strong>She sounded a bit whiny, confused, a feigned pain that was welcoming in tone. She obviously missed him. Her finger came up to scold him playfully.<strong>“You are supposed to be gone.”</strong><br/><br/>Beta giggled and followed suit.<strong>“Yes, leave at once.”</strong>She pointed to the door he had come through, but it was obvious that both of them were joking.<br/><br/><strong>“I kid…”</strong>She gestured flippantly and shook her head giggling, Beta was enjoying the laugh.<strong>“Please,”</strong>Bridgette continued,<strong>“Sit wiz me." </strong>Bridgette stood up and moved away from Beta one seat,<strong>"Here.”</strong>She was offering Conor a place between them, just as it had been so long ago in bed, with Bridgette on his left and Beta on his right. Her hand tapped at the chair. She immediately started to pour a glass of wine for him, taking her own with her when she moved.<br/><br/><strong>“Are you hungry? Zere is exceptional food at zihs place."</strong>