<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2cs8hew.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Elise Mauvais</span></em></span><br/>Murphy's Tavern<br/>Day 1, Evening<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Elise finds her spot on the other side of the room, small rear easily sliding itself into comfort on the windowsill that allowed the light of the bright moon poor down on her. Tossing a few stray curls to the side, she looks about the room. The 'gentlemanly' vampire still had his eyes on her, so, as not to disappoint, she shifted to pluck an invisible thread off her little lace gown, breasts gracefully falling forward to divulge the imagination. For a moment, she lingered, examining the little dress. How she desperately needed a new one. Maybe something shorter, with wider cut lace patterns, rather than the thin, close-together ones she had now. Though, perhaps that would be left for another occasion? Miss May would have a heart attack if she saw Elise running about in such skimp around the younger ones. A small smile cracked on her lips as she sat up straighter, head shaking at the town's prudence.<em>Certaines choses ne changent pas.</em><br/><br/>Becoming aware of another set of eyes upon her, the woman's gaze shifted to one of the new arrivals. She could tell another had come, but didn't particularly bother to look and find out who. Eyes traveling over the man, something about him seemed familiar. A reminiscence of her lost love, perhaps? With a small chuckle, she settled comfortably back, watching as he speaks with Miss May. What a strange character. Investigating? The laugh she would have let out was stopped as the sound of metal-on-metal reached her ears, a slight wince at the harsh sound. The news story flowed to her, attention quickly returning to Monsieur Top Hat. He had obviously also tuned in to the television, though as his eyes had never moved, she made a 'tch' sound with her tongue, pointer finger wagging.<em>"Such a naughty thing, you are. Taking such pleasure from something so trifling. You'll give the poor old woman a heart attack."</em>He could here her, and so, she was certain, could the other male vampire. A whistful sigh escaped her, deciding she would never find a time to just sit and relax that night as her body off the windowsill, swiftly moving to stand beside May.<br/><br/><em>"Sont ce que ça va, Madame? Don't be so frightened, I'm sure the authorities will take care."</em>Before bending to pick up the fallen items, Elise had glanced at the TV to allow May to think she had just read the headline. Straightened once more, she placed the items on the desk before leading the elder woman to a chair.<em>"Sit, Madame."</em>Off to Aryanna she went, asking the young girl to fetch her 'mother' some water. Or vodka. The latter working much better. As she did so, she slipped a small piece of paper into the girl's apron without any notice, though who knows when she had written it or where it had been hidden?<br/><br/>All of this may have seemed strange to some, but even a vampire can be nice at times. Elise had, after all, been raised in France and taught respect in various ways. Her body may be dead, but her 'heart' was not yet withered (or whatever one would call it). Having decided that the woman would be fine, likely just flustered, she walked past the knight, something she, too, had noticed of him, and returned to her window sill, looking around for that blood wine she had ordered. Hopefully it would arrive soon, as she was terribly parched. Alright, maybe not, but she wanted something flowing down her throat as a distraction- the small tavern was quickly filling with gorgeous men and she could find no way to keep her eyes in a reasonable place any longer. What a wonderful place she had picked to settle down.