'Dite's Decadent Delights, Wednesday afternoon

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

There were trees, tiny trees, tiny Christmas-y trees, and a fuming goddess of love.

Aphrodite wasn't upset about the trees. They were tiny, and cute, and decorated, and she'd corralled some out of the way of the door so they wouldn't be stepped on, and put others on shelves and displays so they could sit and look pretty and make the shop all holiday. Besides, they matched well with the gold and pink red holiday garlands and little ornaments she'd put up.

No, it was a small orange cat that she was glaring at, arms folded as she frowned down at him.

"Herculeeees! How could you? They're just tiny trees! Why would you try to eat one?"

Hercules, who was calmly licking his paws, looked up at her as if to say, Excuse me but I am a cat before sauntering off toward the back of the store.

'Dite rolled her eyes and went back to cooing at the tiny trees.

Decadent Delights is open.

(ooc: nice to be back. Hugs to all. Feel free to say hi if you're up for it.)

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[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Cats were bitchy like that. Never appreciating the good things in life. Things like... love?

Yeah, this was gonna end well.

"We're no strangers to love... You know the rules and so do I!"

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

For a moment, 'Dite just stared. Then she shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"Rick-rolled in my own store. What is this island coming to?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Well, Deadpool could tell her what it wasn't coming to. Surprised kitten. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Bmhjf0rKe8)

So he just was forced to continue his singing. "A full commitment's what I'm thinking of." Yes, with the goddess of love. "You wouldn't get this from any other guy!"

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

No, she probably wouldn't. So, maybe it was time to respond.

"People everywhere. A sense of expectation hangin' in the air." The music rose out of the speakers on the stereo, cutting off a song about Santa Claus.

"Givin' out a spark. Across the room your eyes are glowin' in the dark."

There might have even been hip movement, there.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

...See, now he was just confused. Why was someone else in his music video? Wasn't she supposed to dance along like a spazz too?

"I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling. Gotta make you understand..."

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

Well, it wasn't quite spazz like, but there was dancing going on.

"And here we go again, we know the start, we know the end. Masters of the sce-eene." Out from behind the counter now, hands in the air as she moved towards him. "We've done it all before and now we're back to get some more. You know what I mee-ean.

"Voulez-vooous! Aha!"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

See, at least he had the excuse of being gremlin bit. She was just being a weirdo.

"Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you, never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye, never gonna tell a lie and hurt you..."

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

Hey, if he could come in and start doing a music video, 'Dite could respond with her own. Even if there were no cameras.

"Taaaaake it now or leave it! Nowwww is all we ge-et! Nothing promised, no regreeeeets!"

Besides, at least she didn't go around every day in red pajamas.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

No, just lingerie. So... she might be Emma Frost.

"We've known each other for so long." A whole... few months. "Your heart's been aching but you're too shy to say it."

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

Hey, she didn't wear that every day. Most of time it was tight jeans. Reeeeeeally tight jeans. It just didn't show in the icons 'cause they didn't have reeeeeaaally tight jeans in the Very Special Greece!

In fact, the dancing was inspiring her and with a quick zap she was suddenly in tight leather. Much more appropriate.

"Ain't no big decision! You know what to do! La question c'est voulez-vous!"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Leather? Kiiiinky.

"Inside we both know what's been going on. We know the game and we're gonna play it!"

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

Well, yes, that was partially the point.

"I know what you think. The girl means business so I'll offer her a drink. Lookin' mighty proud. I see you leave your table, pushin' through the crowd."

Not that there was a crowd, but still . . .

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Oh, if only Deadpool had a clue what she was singing. Or that she was doing anything other than ruining a perfectly good rickroll.

"And if you ask me how I'm feeling. Don't tell me you're too blind to see..."

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

It really was a little sad that he didn't get it. Wasn't like she made this offer every day. Unless you were Max.

"I'm really glad you came, you know the rules, you know the game. Master of the scene. We've done it all before and now we're back to get some more. You know what I meeeeean. Voulez-vooooous. Aha!"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Narrative to which, Deadpool would reply with a nose wrinkle and a very firm 'Ew' for a hundred, Alex!

But he needed to soldier on with, "Never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you, never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye, never gonna tell a lie and hurt you!"

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

Speaking of soldiers . . . she really needed to call Max.

"Take it now or leave it! Now is all we get! Nothing promised, no regrets! Voulez-vous! Aha!"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Somewhere deep down inside... Deadpool was screaming in horror.

"We've known each other for so long! Your heart's been aching but you're too shy to say it..."

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

She rolled her eyes. He reeeaally couldn't be listening to those lyrics. Or did he really think the goddess of love was shy?

"Ain't no big decision! You know what to do! La question c'est voulez-vous!"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Hey now, he was pretty sure there was no goddess of sex with creepy guys.

"Inside we both know what's been going on. We know the game and we're gonna play it..."

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

Well, that was certainly true. Creepy guys were creepy, not sexy.

But fun to dance around, even if they were singing two different songs.

"And here we go again, we know the start, we know the end - Masters of the scee-ene!"

Her song was better, though.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

...Deadpool was pretty sure they were also having different narrative conversations.

"I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling... Gotta make you understand..."

AND HIS SONG WAS TOTALLY BETTER.

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

. . . like someone in red pajamas could have the same narrative conversation as the goddess of love.

And her song was better.

"We've done it all before and now we're back to get some more. You know what I mean. Voulez-vooooous, aha! Take it now or leave it!"

[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

Reese entered the shop, avoided the tiny trees springing up from god knows where. "Hey."

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

"Detective Reese! What a wonderful surprise!" Dani had caught her just when she was putting already stuffed invitations into a big box. "Hang on, don't move!" And 'Dite was flipping through a stack of envelopes, muttering to herself.

[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

Reese raised an eyebrow but did what she was told, occasionally throwing dubious glances at the cat.

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

"Ahha!" And there, in 'Dite's hand, was an invitation with Dani's name on it.

"This, dear Detective, is for you." And she handed it over.

When Dani opened it, it would say that she was cordially invited to a Holiday Party on Sunday, December 13th, and that she was encouraged to bring an ornament, something that would remind her of the holiday she'd normally celebrate at home, to hang on the tree at the party.

[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Reese took the invitation and opened it. "Christmas party? I didn't know you celebrated Christmas. Isn't that like, taboo or somethin'? You bein' a god and all?"

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

"Now, why would you think I celebrate Christmas?" She put her hands on her hips and regarded the good Detective. "It does say Holiday, not Christmas. And there are plenty of places that have a mid-winter celebration. Solstice is much older than Christmas, you know."

She might have appeared to be lecturing. Not that she wasn't.

[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

She raised her hands, appeasing. "You're right, Christmas ain't the only winter celebration."

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

"Egggggxactly! So, you'll come? Everyone will be there!"

[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

Her first instinct was to decline then realized, she had nothing better to do. "Sure, why not?"

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

"Wonderful!" And she leaned forward to give Reese a hug, because, cop or not, this was 'Dite.

[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

Reese froze, what is it with people and hugging? "Great. You can let go now."

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

Well, 'Dite loved hugs, but she especially liked hugging Reese. Mostly because Reese was uncomfortable with it.

It took her another moment to pull away, and she smiled as she did it.

"So. What have you been up to, De-tec-tive?"

[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

"Toured London," she answered. If 'toured' meant staying cooped up in a tiny flat doing 24/7 surveillance. "It was... rainy."