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A girl couldn’t rely on regular customers forever, especially not a girl like Angelique. She was a novelty, she knew. A fetish, even. Not a long-term sort of mistress, but a way to scratch a very, very particular itch.

That suited her quite fine. She got bored with them well before they got bored with her.

Case in point: walking through one of the city parks on a drab London Saturday, Angelique made a splash in a cinched-waist long pink coat and black leather boots, a bold flower on a gray day. Her unique style, Victorian-expired with modern tailoring, made her memorable -- especially to people she would rather forget. A small group of young men were gathered around a park bench not far ahead, talking and laughing loudly, and Angelique recognized them from a recent stag party who hadn't been entirely happy with her services.

With a burst of nervous energy, Angelique quickened her click-heel steps and swept up to the side of the nearest convenient person. "Be a dear and pretend like you know me for the next ten minutes," she requested, dark eyes glinting with mischief over a barely-suppressed little smile.

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A girl like Angelique couldn’t drum up new business just anywhere, nevermind the fact that her primary profession was actually illegal. She had to be careful about where and when she gave out her card. Bars here and there in the LGBTQ-friendly parts of the city were welcoming enough, but she had to work at it. That meant a lot of drinks, a lot of flirting, and a lot of strolling the pavement in ridiculously high-heeled boots.

She was tragically exhausted by the time she found a high-backed seat at the bar of a trendy hot spot popular with the queer community, later that night. Her day had been exhausting, and she deserved a drink. Just sitting down in her dress and corset in this club was like a neon Open for Business sign,which was exactly what Angelique wanted. She ordered herself a strong martini, crossed her ankles in ladylike fashion, and waited to be approached. They would come to her, sooner or later.

((OOC: either at the park or later at the club, Angelique wants to meet you!))

Date: 2016-02-20 06:01 pm (UTC)
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Such was how Sunny found herself suddenly with a walking companion, and she started at being addressed by a stranger that appeared out of nowhere. And then after it took an embarrassing second to process the words, she managed to stammer, "Um, okay."

For a number of reasons of her own, Sunny wore bright colors and bold patterns. Black made her look dead, white made her look like one of those goddamn photoshoots, and besides she was practically bait for stares so she might as well have fun. "I like your coat," she said.

Date: 2016-02-21 03:33 am (UTC)
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Sunny too was getting a good look at this person, hearing a woman's voice and seeing a woman's clothes, but...

And then she was suddenly aware that the questions she was asking were all over her face, but she had so many questions.

She'd been about to blush and maybe even apologize somehow, but she felt the atmosphere immediately shift when some guy called out and her companion immediately went silent. She didn't turn or look, though whether that was an effective method of avoiding someone who already smelled blood in the water, that was kind of a crapshoot.

"You find that what?" She wasn't going to bail out now.
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Date: 2016-02-21 06:14 am (UTC)
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Okay.

Sunny may not entirely know how to not be completely rude in this situation, but she knew many, many things about assholes. They were being followed, and these guys weren't about to go away. Unless they created some distance, there was nothing to make them stop.

"Isn't that the truth," Sunny muttered. She patted the... other woman(?)'s arm and then turned to face the boys following them, planting her feet and squaring her shoulders like she knew they wouldn't expect her to do. But she wasn't afraid of them. She had no reason to be. "The fuck do you want?"

Date: 2016-02-21 05:49 pm (UTC)
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Sunny gave her a look in return. She could keep going if she wanted to, Sunny didn't mind.

When she looked back at the boys, she tipped her head to one side. Innocent of some things she may be, but she could put a picture together pretty quickly. "I'm gonna have to ask you to sit back down. 'Cause while I don't really know what beef you think you have, you're creeping me out."

She said looking more annoyed than anything.

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Date: 2016-02-20 06:55 pm (UTC)
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While everything about her was designed to draw attention, everything about Oliver was the opposite. Porthos was the clothes horse; Athos was glad to make for a bland figure. His dark pea coat was the generic sort, and his jeans were black and unremarkable. A blue woolen scarf wound around his throat, he was one more anonymous person strolling through the park. He just happened to be one on his way to the pub.

Until, of course, he got waylaid by the appearance of a woman walking beside him - by some definition of that word, he garnered at a glance - and one clad in a pink coat, at that. So much for anonymity, but at least he wasn't on the clock.

"What am I saving you from?" he enquired without breaking his stride, since it seemed that she was keeping up without much effort, even in her heels.

Date: 2016-02-22 03:06 pm (UTC)
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Athos had had no intention to look; being aware of one's surroundings at all times was one of the first skills any decent spy was supposed to master, so he hardly needed to look to know where the group of lads in question was. And as a more 'normal person' reason, looking would've drawn attention. He nodded agreement at her recommendation, then smiled faintly at her offer. Especially given how very visible her coat made her, but it was easy to keep himself between her and them as they walked. "I rather think we should pretend they are, and go our way without a care in the world."

Date: 2016-02-26 06:49 pm (UTC)
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"I'd rather you called me Oliver," he deadpanned, the only fitting comeback on more than one level.

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Victoria, in contrast, was dressed in head to toe cream, classic pieces in cashmere and wool, a more modest heel to her ankle boots. But she didn't so much as blink when the young, uh, person, came up to her. She smiled as though greeting an old friend. "What a lovely coat, dear. You'll have to tell me where you got it."

Date: 2016-02-22 09:18 pm (UTC)
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"It's excellent work, then. The cut and color suit you brilliantly." Of course Victoria was aware of the young men on the bench, any halfway decent agent would be, and she was far from merely decent. But she wouldn't do them the favor of giving them noticeable attention. Their behavior proved they weren't worthy of it.

"I was just thinking of finding a coffee. Would you care to join me?" she asked. Being one of the world's great assassins didn't prevent Victoria from being a decent person, and that included seeing someone to safer spaces when possible.

Date: 2016-02-27 09:57 pm (UTC)
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There were those who'd called Victoria Ice Queen because nothing seemed to faze her or crack her calm center. But she smiled fondly at the flood of words driven most likely by nerves and offered her arm - non-dominant hand, although she doubted she'd need to draw any of the weapons she wore as a matter of course, and if she did, she was skilled with either hand - as they walked side by side. "Then we'll have coffee to warm the body, and the decadence of chocolate and whipped cream to warm the spirit. Maybe even a pastry, if there's something we don't want to resist."

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Date: 2016-02-20 09:37 pm (UTC)
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Crowley had been sitting on the bench for quite some time, subtly creating mischief. But that soon grew boring and he got up to walk to the nearby bistro to get some tea when he suddenly had a companion on his arm. He looked at her for a moment, his dark glasses obscuring his gaze, and a viper's smile spread on his lips.

"I thought you'd never come," he said. "But here you are. I was just going to get tea. Shall we?" he asked quite companionably as if he'd known her for years. In a way he had. Not her, but whore. Crowley loved whores.

Date: 2016-02-21 01:38 am (UTC)
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"You can call me Crowley, pet," he replied warmly. The thing about evil, in general1, was that it was quite delightful. Compelling, engaging, and warm. Humans, in general, were quite easily drawn to evil and Crowley knew it.

"And what shall I cal you?" he asked, covering her hand with his own.

1. When Evil wasn't being truly terrifying, that is.

Date: 2016-02-21 03:35 am (UTC)
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"It's not something I've ever been troubled by, no. Angelique. Like an angel. How lovely. And how is business today, pet?" he asked, his tone light and easy but the words said with just the right inflection to make it clear he knew what her work was.

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