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"Ohh Frenchy in the house, huh?" Liz’s grin split her face in two. Sure, it was big, but it also didn’t quite seem fake, either. She enjoyed people, what could she say? "Pinot noir coming right up, Monsieur." Hell if she knew French past the basics (bonjour, monsieur, je t’aime, merci, among a few others), but hey, why not, right? And so she turned around, slipping a bottle from the rack behind her and twisting it around in her hand with a bit of skill. It was a new tool, but an old trick she’d always used with her wrench. Finally, she popped the top over the glass she’d nabbed with her other hand and filled it up before sliding it across the counter to him. "Keepin’ to the heritage, huh?"

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Francis chuckled at her and nodded. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you were my friend Gil, but you’re much prettier. Gilbert has his own aesthetics of course, but his beauty is more masculine.” He accepted his glass with a wink. “But of course, mademoiselle. My heritage is a very fine one and though I love it here, France will always be a part of who I am.”

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"You mean Gilboob?" She assumed it was the same guy. After all, how many people were named Gilbert? Not many, that was for sure. "Real pale guy with funky eyes and stuff? I dunno, sir, he's a very pretty guy." She was mostly taking the piss out of him while he wasn't there (but let's be honest, she'd do it even if he was). "Well duh. You can't just rip out your Frenchness. You're still French, no two ways about it." She moved to grab a glass and a drink to pour for herself, but paused. Dammit. "What part of France are you from?"

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"Well I gotta say most people around here aren’t too keen on strangers. At least that I’ve seen." She shrugged and tucked her hands in her pockets, her grin still somewhat bittersweet. "I couldn’t let you have all the fun, now could I? Not my style."

She snorted a little. “Catchy, yeah. Now it’s stuck in my head ‘cause of you. Better take responsibility for that.”

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"True enough, I’ll admit." Francis chuckled. He was amused by her last statement more than anything. "Oh? How should I take responsibility for it, chère? I’m afraid I have no idea how to do that.”

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Liz's hand slipped to her chin, the other worming its way between her ribs and elbow. She stroked her chin thoughtfully as she pondered how exactly he should do as she said. She didn't think about that when she said it.

"To reconcile for your misdeed of getting this god forsaken song stuck in my head, I hereby sentence you to do a really stupid dance. Right here, right now." Excellent. Simply perfection.

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It was that time again. He had known for awhile, but had tried to put it off as long as possible. It was just such a pain. But, anything for his beloved instrument. Antonio was hunting for a tiny music store he had found online where he could purchase new strings for his guitar. He could always tell when new strings were needed, and his sensitive ear could not tolerate another note until he replaced them. At least the store wasn’t that far from his office. He spied it down the block and quickened his steps.

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She wasn’t entirely sure why on earth he’d sent her to get the damn thing. It wasn’t her cello. Hell, she couldn’t even play an instrument! She wouldn’t be able to tell if anything was wrong with it. But alas, he’d sent her on the errand he should have gone on. She leaned against the outside wall briefly, looking through the window and staring at the instruments, particularly the strings. Guitars, violins, etcetera etcetera.

"Ivan Vasiliyevich Braginsky, I’m gonna kill you," she grumbled as she half glared, half gawked at the instruments all over the shop. At least the ones she could see from the window. As she noticed a man heading toward the door, she put her hand on his shoulder to stop him. "Hey, buddy. You know anything about cellos?"

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Antonio, his own hand just grasping for the door, spun around when he felt a hand grip his shoulder. He looked, for a moment, wide eyed at the young woman. Despite looking rather frightening, and having a very strong grip, she was … his face softened into a smile. “Ah, no luck there, I’m afraid,” he shook his head, “cellos, despite being cousins of my preferred instrument, are a mystery to me. Do you play? I have to say, I’ve never met a cello player before …”

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With a quiet 'god fuckin' dammit' that clearly wasn't directed at him, she let her hand drop back to her side. She was just disgruntled about this whole instrument business. "Huh? Oh. Still haven't then, buddy," she replied, throwing on a bit of a grin herself. "My ex plays. He just ordered one or whatever and decides to get the girl who knows nothing about instruments to go get it. Can you believe him? I do the dancing, not the playing."

Liz's hand moved to rub the back of her head a bit, sliding some of her hair over her shoulder as she pulled her hand forward again. "Well... I guess knowing some kind o' string is more than I know." Slipping to the other side of the stranger now, she nudged the door open to hold for him. "Name's Liz."

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It was sudden. She heard some voice just down the street, singing, oh so graciously getting a song etched into her brain. God dammit. The only way to remedy that was to jump in with the voice.

She slipped past and between people before ending up near the guy, grinning a big (but slightly irked) grin. Out came her wrench to be her microphone.

"Before you came into my life I missed you so bad. I missed you so bad. I missed you so, so bad. Before you came into my life I missed you so bad and you should know that I missed you so, so bad (bad, bad)."

"It’s hard to look right at you baby! But here’s my number, so call me, maybe!"

"Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s my number, so call me, maybe! And all the other boys try to chase me! But here’s my number, so call me, maybe!"

"Before you came into my life I missed you so bad. I missed you so bad. I missed you so, so bad. Before you came into my life I missed you so bad and you should know that! So call me, maybe!"

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Francis laughed as she joined him the song and finished it along with her. Once the song was done, he looked over at her and winked. “I do believe that’s the first time anyone’s ever joined me singing on the sidewalk. I approve! It was a very good performance.”

"Catchy tune, non?”

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"Well I gotta say most people around here aren't too keen on strangers. At least that I've seen." She shrugged and tucked her hands in her pockets, her grin still somewhat bittersweet. "I couldn't let you have all the fun, now could I? Not my style."

She snorted a little. "Catchy, yeah. Now it's stuck in my head 'cause of you. Better take responsibility for that."

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Another day, another dollar || Open

Finally, finally, finally, she found some work. Now that her parents were starting to pull some of their money, she needed it. She was also in need of a roommate, but that would come later.

And so she stood behind the bar, wiping down a glass to clean it off. Being around all that booze was almost saddening, as she couldn’t have any of it. She had to be responsible. But at least she got discounts on the meals… So there was that.

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Once again, Francis found himself in need of social drinking. Now more so than usual. The last time he went to a bar he came out bruised with only a glass and a half of wine to show for it. He took a seat and smiled at the woman behind the bar.

“Bonjour! Could I get a glass of Pinot noir?”

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"Ohh Frenchy in the house, huh?" Liz's grin split her face in two. Sure, it was big, but it also didn't quite seem fake, either. She enjoyed people, what could she say? "Pinot noir coming right up, Monsieur." Hell if she knew French past the basics (bonjour, monsieur, je t'aime, merci, among a few others), but hey, why not, right? And so she turned around, slipping a bottle from the rack behind her and twisting it around in her hand with a bit of skill. It was a new tool, but an old trick she'd always used with her wrench. Finally, she popped the top over the glass she'd nabbed with her other hand and filled it up before sliding it across the counter to him. "Keepin' to the heritage, huh?"

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Strings || Open

It was that time again. He had known for awhile, but had tried to put it off as long as possible. It was just such a pain. But, anything for his beloved instrument. Antonio was hunting for a tiny music store he had found online where he could purchase new strings for his guitar. He could always tell when new strings were needed, and his sensitive ear could not tolerate another note until he replaced them. At least the store wasn’t that far from his office. He spied it down the block and quickened his steps.

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She wasn't entirely sure why on earth he'd sent her to get the damn thing. It wasn't her cello. Hell, she couldn't even play an instrument! She wouldn't be able to tell if anything was wrong with it. But alas, he'd sent her on the errand he should have gone on. She leaned against the outside wall briefly, looking through the window and staring at the instruments, particularly the strings. Guitars, violins, etcetera etcetera.

"Ivan Vasiliyevich Braginsky, I'm gonna kill you," she grumbled as she half glared, half gawked at the instruments all over the shop. At least the ones she could see from the window. As she noticed a man heading toward the door, she put her hand on his shoulder to stop him. "Hey, buddy. You know anything about cellos?"

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Francis found that nobody really cared what he did so long as he wasn’t in the way. With that in mind, he glided along the sidewalk in an improvised dance as he sang.

"I threw a wish in the well, don’t ask me, I’ll never tell. I looked to you as it fell, and now you’re in my way. I’d trade my soul for a wish, pennies and dimes for a kiss. I wasn’t looking for this, but now you’re in my way. "Your stare was holdin’, ripped jeans, skin was showin’, hot night, wind was blowin’…where you think you’re going, baby? "Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s my number, so call me, maybe! It’s hard to look right at you baby, but here’s my number, so call me, maybe! Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s my number, so call me, maybe! "And all the other boys, try to chase me, but here’s my number, so call me, maybe! "You took your time with the call, I took no time with the fall, you gave me nothing at all, but still, you’re in my way. I beg, and borrow and steal, have foresight and it’s real. I didn’t know I would feel it, but it’s in my way. "Your stare was holdin’, ripped jeans, skin was showin’, hot night, wind was blowin’…where you think you’re going, baby? "Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s my number, so call me, maybe! It’s hard to look right at you baby, but here’s my number, so call me, maybe! Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s my number, so call me, maybe! "And all the other boys, try to chase me, but here’s my number, so call me, maybe!"

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It was sudden. She heard some voice just down the street, singing, oh so graciously getting a song etched into her brain. God dammit. The only way to remedy that was to jump in with the voice.

She slipped past and between people before ending up near the guy, grinning a big (but slightly irked) grin. Out came her wrench to be her microphone.

"Before you came into my life I missed you so bad. I missed you so bad. I missed you so, so bad. Before you came into my life I missed you so bad and you should know that I missed you so, so bad (bad, bad)."

"It's hard to look right at you baby! But here's my number, so call me, maybe!"

"Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me, maybe! And all the other boys try to chase me! But here's my number, so call me, maybe!"

"Before you came into my life I missed you so bad. I missed you so bad. I missed you so, so bad. Before you came into my life I missed you so bad and you should know that! So call me, maybe!"

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