<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b8/Aggy-Closeup.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Agatha Dunwich<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha's House<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Onneca, Elizabeth and Christian<br/><hr/><br/>Agatha’s hand lingered just a moment longer in Onneca’s before the object of her affection retrieved hers to make the sign of the cross.  She looked over the table to smile at Christian wondering who at the table was more uncomfortable he or Onneca.  As the food began to be passed she realized just how hungry she was.  Food wasn’t cheap in Gamorra and the feast in front of them represented a decent wage for many.  It was not going to go to waste tonight and neither was the wine Elizabeth provided.<br/><br/>Elizabeth’s compliment brought a thank you to her lips and a sweet smile to show her appreciation of the thoughts and for serving a plate for Christian, her eyes did widen at Elizabeth’s request for the second bedroom.  It was a masterful stroke by her friend.  As a good hostess Agatha could not deny Elizabeth her request and in doing so could not very well have Christian sleep in the same room as Onneca.  She had only one couch fit for sleeping and that left only one possibility.  She would be sharing her bed with Onneca tonight.  Her eyes flickered to her beautiful friend sipping the delicious soup, her plunging puebla made Agatha swallow hard, but she kept her smile.  She had promised herself that she would tell Onneca.  She just hadn’t thought it would be tonight.  Agatha nodded her accent to Elizabeth and maybe would make one final plea before turning in.  If Elizabeth would not listen she would tell Onneca, before they were in bed.  If Onneca was uncomfortable with her revelation she would find a warm chair downstairs to curl up in and cry herself to sleep.<br/><br/>Agatha took a long pull off of her wine glass.  It was a move more suited for a shot of Irish whiskey than a fine wine, but it served its purpose as the heat of the alcohol warmed the edges of her brain.  Agatha was too busy processing and passing dishes to fully hear Elizabeth’s description of the political climate of Gamorra.  Once her course set and the wine was flowing she was able to focus her mind again on the conversation.  Agatha knew that Spooky would need time to process the information.  In the mean time she spent the dinner making idle chat with her friends.  It had an ease that she normally did not with others around town.  Here with friends her less serious side could show.  She was apt to tease and comment and her humor could dip into the risqué especially once into her cup some and tonight she had no intention of staying completely sober.<br/><br/>It took Agatha a moment to recognize what story Onneca had been referring to.  “Ohh, that story.” She said with a nod.  Agatha did not share Onneca’s love of penny dreadfuls, but the man who had written it had been kind enough to mail her a copy.  “I believe I have a copy of it in my bedroom.” She thought out loud.  I am sure I can find it after dinner of you would like.” She offered.  The story wasn’t very accurate, but in many ways Agatha wished it to be a truer rendition of the actual events.<br/>