Reinette turned back to see precisely what Jack was commenting on, only to feel her back jostled quite sharply. She turned, only to find herself face to face with ---
Casanova.
Only, not entirely at all. His face was fainted like Jack's, only with a great deal less skill. And his mouth was an unnatural, garish red that was already somewhat smeared. She supposed his clothing what cut to call attention to particular endowments, but truly there was not a great deal there to note.
She was staring at a very poor caricature of a very dear friend.
Who was even now aware of her study of his person and misreading her intent.
"You, sir," she announced cleanly. "Are not Casanova."
The man grinned widely.
"Oh but I am!"
He seemed to fail to comprehend her meaning. His eyes crinkled with interest, and Reinette was briefly introduced to the notion that this man had imbued in more than champagne before his mouth closed over her own. She held herself perfectly still while the man attempted to further his playacting. Really, then.
When he pulled back, Reinette stared him gown her gaze unwavering.
"I assure you," there was no room for argument, and she was obviously unfazed and unimpressed with his kiss. "You are not."
For a moment he just stood there, color floding his cheeks through the make up. And then he was gone.
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Date: 2010-07-07 03:51 pm (UTC)Casanova.
Only, not entirely at all. His face was fainted like Jack's, only with a great deal less skill. And his mouth was an unnatural, garish red that was already somewhat smeared. She supposed his clothing what cut to call attention to particular endowments, but truly there was not a great deal there to note.
She was staring at a very poor caricature of a very dear friend.
Who was even now aware of her study of his person and misreading her intent.
"You, sir," she announced cleanly. "Are not Casanova."
The man grinned widely.
"Oh but I am!"
He seemed to fail to comprehend her meaning. His eyes crinkled with interest, and Reinette was briefly introduced to the notion that this man had imbued in more than champagne before his mouth closed over her own. She held herself perfectly still while the man attempted to further his playacting. Really, then.
When he pulled back, Reinette stared him gown her gaze unwavering.
"I assure you," there was no room for argument, and she was obviously unfazed and unimpressed with his kiss. "You are not."
For a moment he just stood there, color floding his cheeks through the make up. And then he was gone.
Reinette simply continued walking.