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The Perk; Sunday Afternoon.

Mary was positively fascinated the coffee shop; it wasn't at all what she expected and there were so many strange machines and sounds and smells that it thrilled her to no end. Thankfully, the barista was very kind and helped her to figure out what might sound lovely, and she ended up with a rather delicious sort of drink as she found a table to wait for her companion to arrive.

[[ Open for all your Perkly needs; Mary's here for Casanova, but you're welcome to say hi to her before he arrives ]]

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Billy, while aimlessly looking for people acting weirder than usual, stopped into the perk for a quick pick me up.

He waved to the blond woman, wondering if she was a result of the weekend crazy or not.

"Morning."

Mary gave the boy a small smile and waved back. "A little late for morning," she teased, idly wondering why the poor thing had an eyepatch.

And was instantly hit with a vision of why, and regretted the random thought with a wince.

Billy blinked. "Oh yeah." he realized. "Okay, good Afternoon." He noticed the wince. "You okay?"

One hand flit to her quickened heart while the other waved dismissively. "Oh, yes, I'm fine. So sorry about that. My name is Mary; who might you be?"

"I'm Billy." he said. "Or William Kessler if you're being formal."

Giacomo arrived at the Perk for his rendezvous with Mary. He straightened his powdered wig and jacket. Next he polished the handle of his cane with a sleeve. He felt quite dashing and ready to impress Mary.

He walked in, and waved to her when he saw her. "Good afternoon miss Mary." He smiled brightly. (http://pics.livejournal.com/00_nova_00/pic/00007cp7) ()

One hand lightly went to Mary's lips to surpress a small smile, blushing slightly as she returned Giacomo's wave with her other hand. "My goodness, Giacomo," she said as he came to join her. "That's...quite an outfit."

He took it as a complement despite the ambiguous meaning in her words.

With a nod and smile he said, "It was a gift actually, but I find it suffices for important social gatherings and meetings such as this."

"Oh, of course," Mary smiled brightly as she nodded. She had to admire him in a way. It took guts to wear something that went out with the turn of ~~her the century. "It is a very distinguished look."~~

He smiled once again and took a seat. His cane leaned against his chair.

"I see you've already gotten a drink for yourself," he said pointing to Mary's coffee. "Perhaps you could help me as well."

"Oh," another light chuckle, Mary shook her head. "I couldn't remember what it was called even if I tried! I couldn't keep up with anything the young server said. But she's very helpful. Would you like to try mine?" she asked, sliding the mug over. "If it suits you, I'm sure she'd be happy to serve you the same."

He took a sip and his eyes lit up.

"What a delight. I wonder how much such a drink would sell for back home. I would be a legend in Venice."

"Is that where you're from, Giacomo?" Mary asked, not wanting to hold him from getting his beverage, but suddenly struck with curiousity, leaning forward on the table with her chin cradled in her hands. "Venice?"

"Oh yes." He was reminded that coffee wasn't the only thing he was here for.

"You should visit some time if you have not been there." He leaned forward on the table also.

"But if you visit, it would be for the best, for your opinion of me that is, if you didn't inquire about me. I fear the public opinion of Giacomo Casanova is not always flattering."

"Oh, my," Mary laughed, quite intrigued. "Would it be rude of me to ask how you might have gained such a questionable reputation?"

"There are those who don't seem to understand my...methods when it comes to love. They accuse me of most horrible acts of debauchery and adding conquest to my name."

In a lower yet serious tone he says, "But in truth I have never conquered. I only submit."

[ooc: *laughs* for quoting the movie]

Mary clasped her hands together with an absolutely delightly laugh at that. "Oh, now I simply must ask, should I ever go there. Those sorts of stories sound far too interesting to pass up, even if they may make me blush even more than I am now."

[[yay for quotes; boo for work. i must flee for several hours now ;_; ]]

He really liked this Mary. He laughed a little himself after hearing what she said.

"Well then, where are you from that I may visit and learn of your reputation?" he asked with a grin.

"I'm not really from anywhere," Mary said softly, but with a smile. "So that might be rather difficult."

Well that was unfortunate. He tried to think of a better question to get more from her.

"Where do you reside right now?" He tilted his head to one side. A mischievous grin crossed his face.

"I suppose," Mary chuckle a little, "my current place of residence is the church. That's where I was yesterday, and where I woke up this morning. It's a little strange to get used to, although, I suppose it shouldn't be. I spent a spell in a convent not too long ago, before I went out West."

He made a mental note to find a way to get to that church. He'd known many churches and and the sisters of those churches....

Anyway, he continued, "A convent you say? But you left?"

Mary nodded, with a slightly scheming smile. "Was rescued, more so than left," she said.

"Rescued?" His eyes widened with interest. "Were you in some kind of trouble there?"

"Oh, yes," Mary said, dramatically leaning in to emphasize her seriousness. "Grave, grave danger."

"Was it something like the inquisition? Were you under suspicion of witchcraft?"

This all was really throwing him off. He had no idea what he was getting himself into while pursuing Mary's affection.

"Oh, no," Mary shook her head. "Nothing like that. I was in danger of an untimely death...from the boredom." She chuckled lightly.

It took him a second to realize her joke. He eased up not recalling when exactly he became so tense. He held his head and laughed.

"I don't know what I was thinking," he said with sigh, allowing himself to lean back in his seat.

He looked at Mary for a while then smiled. "You really are an interesting person."

Mary smiled back, lightly, with a small shrug of her shoulders. "That's what they tell me."

"So, tell me more about yourself."

He was leaning on the table once again.

"What do you like to read? What are your favorite foods? What arouses y...your interests?"

A hand drifted to cover her smile at his choice of words, head ducking slightly at a little blush. "Well, I rather enjoy to read stories of adventure and hope, I've always been quite fond of strawberries, and my interests are..." She chuckled, "aroused by...." She took in a deep breath for a happy sort of sigh, "I don't know know how to put it. I think it's important to just...enjoy what you can of life. It goes by...so quickly."

"Ah yes," he agreed excitedly. "This is why I've dedicated my life to the pursuit of love."

He reached over the table to touch Mary's hand.

"It is what I enjoy," he said with a smile.

Mary's heart jumped a little as Giacomo touched her hand. Oh, my! She was certainly blushing now.

"Y..yes," she said with a small nod. "Love certainly is something to be cherished in a world such as this."

"We could...perhaps, share this pursuit together at your place. I assure you I'm very experienced."

He had done enough naughty things in churches. He didn't regret what he said.

Mary, on the other hand, had not. Nor did she intend to start any time soon.

"I have no doubt," she said to him with a small smile, "that you are, dear Giacomo. I, however, know myself to be quite the opposite, and I'm certain the experience would only lead to the deepest of disappointment. I enjoy your company far too much to allow that to happen so soon."

He did admire her spirit. She certainly knew what she wanted. He leaned back, throwing up his hands in defeat.

"You can't say I didn't try. Still, the offer will always stand." He looked off with an amused smile.

[ooc: loves seeing the "you just got shot down" icon, as i've officially named it in my head]

Mary chuckled. "Perhaps I shall keep that in mind, for a time when we've known each other for a bit longer than two days. If that seems a tiny bit prudish on my part, I entirely blame the convent."

[[ *loves using it, shall miss it oh-so-much* Second favourite part of book six~ ]]

"I would never think such a thing," he assured her.

"I'm certain you have nothing in common with a place that slays its followers with boredom."

"I do hope not," Mary smiled, "but I'm assured in the fact that you do still seem to be breathing, quite well, at that."

He smiled broadly. "Do you think we could meet again like this then so that we may know each other better?"

"Oh, I think such an occation would be lovely, Giacomo!"

[[ the bed, she calls to me. I must sleep. g'nite! ~~poor kids, fated to never meet again, woe!~~ ]]

He smiled a satisfied smile.

[ooc: night!]

Waldo was now completely addicted to the sweet, sweet embrace of coffee. He drank a cup lovingly.

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