(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br/><br/>Present day<br/>Location the gardens<br/>Tagging Mister Frottage.<br/><br/>Best use of the accent also kind of fitted as a song.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tg69R4xTcnE</div></div><br/>Babs tilted her head,<strong>“Well rut I ‘ave ‘ad some odd customers in ma time I thought climbin’ a tree was a might weird, but I aint one fer costumes... guns…that aint real is it sir, I was telled no guns here.</strong>”  She gave her best smile, and it was rather cute, yes she was starting to play a part really rather well. “Look I know ya’all likely got me on the cheap, and I am no yah know companion style…but I aint up fer some tricks” It was then the reader gave a wide eyed look that was most convincing, and shuddered a little.<br/><br/><strong>“Really I was just telled to come ‘ere and wait fer a guest…yah know a friend…fer the night. But no gun’s and yer costume is a might creepy. They said there were no guns’ allowed ‘ere that’s pretend right?”</strong>Still shaking a little Babs looked altogether the part of some innocent cheap knock off of a companion.<strong>“Ya’ll are A Mister Frottage Johnson Smyth the third…Oh my if not I am so embarrassed…yer making me real nervous, Mister Frottage…I can call you that or would ye’all rather I called yah that special name?”</strong><br/><br/>Babs was talking up a storm with that sweet little southern, white trash style. All the while she was with the other part of her brain working out exactly how to kill him with as little noise as possible, but of course that was a last ditch event. She did have some more awkward and somewhat uncomfortable little additives to the rouse too.<br/><br/>The girl certainly did not look like any sort of assassin and her common tongue was no put on accent it was real. The reality was there really were some people with ‘unusual’ tastes, and they usually did end up at parties like this. She was hoping that she looked the part. The point was Babs had been in worse binds than this, the fact that the tree was noise almost helped to her story.<br/><br/>