“Ah,” Ester said knowingly, understanding the young woman’s critical reaction and decidedly amused by it all the same. The Gondoliers. Ester had seen the posters, and that had been plenty. (The Gilbert & Sullivan sort was just a little bit too twee, in general, and certainly wouldn’t have the drama to sustain her.)
Ester perked up at the notion of another drink, even as the girl said she had to go. She didn’t know what had scared her off, precisely, but it could not faze her, for something always scared them.
It was always worth a try, of course, to have a little fun and possibly a free drink thrown into the bargain. “Oh, but you must stay and have another first,” Ester exclaimed, as if they were perfect friends already, leaning forwards a little to insist it. “The wall’s broken for now anyway,” she said artfully, supposing she would need a more steadfast argument to drag some well-to-do little bird to more late-night drinking. She fashioned her smirk into the most innocent expression she could muster. “Come and critique the show with me while we wait.”
Ester perked up at the notion of another drink, even as the girl said she had to go. She didn’t know what had scared her off, precisely, but it could not faze her, for something always scared them.
It was always worth a try, of course, to have a little fun and possibly a free drink thrown into the bargain. “Oh, but you must stay and have another first,” Ester exclaimed, as if they were perfect friends already, leaning forwards a little to insist it. “The wall’s broken for now anyway,” she said artfully, supposing she would need a more steadfast argument to drag some well-to-do little bird to more late-night drinking. She fashioned her smirk into the most innocent expression she could muster. “Come and critique the show with me while we wait.”
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