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It was late in the evening, and Elisabeth was taking a well-earned rest from the busiest month her little flower shop had experienced yet. Love was in the air this season, and with it came endless requests for flower arrangements, perfumes, tea and desserts. [break][break]It was a little ironic in some ways that romance was Elisabeth's bread-and-butter as a florist, when the blonde imagined herself rather closed off in that regard. Once you'd buried one husband, the urge to find another was hardly first of mind.[break][break]

This was a little Kalosian cafe that Georgette Bluebottle had recommended to her some time ago, found nestled in the high-end district of Mauville Hills. The authentic desserts and luxury coffee blends were, she had been told, something she couldn't miss. To Elisabeth's pleasure, the high praise for the establishment was well-earned. Her cafe latte was immaculate, and it was relaxing to enjoy authentic Kalosian desserts that she herself hadn't baked. [break][break]

She had taken Petunia, her Vivillon, along to reward the Pokemon for her tireless work delivering bouquets for her clients; the Bug-type Pokemon was enjoying nibbling on poppyseed muffins.[break][break]

Truly if Elisabeth had one complaint about the venue at all, it was that she had somehow stumbled in on karaoke night.[break][break]

Listening to off-key singers attempt to perform saccharine love songs for their besotted partners was, frankly, an embarrassing thing to witness. Were it not for the absolute top-tier quality of the dessert and the drinks, Elisabeth herself would have departed some time ago. She was tired from a long day's work, however, and Mauville was a decent way from Petalburg City. So Elisabeth resolved herself to tuning out the warbling of her fellow cafe-goers for now.[break][break]

As the noblewoman avoided eye contact with the buffoon failing to serenade the room, however, a familiar face caught her eye: Pace Mahmoud. He had been one of many, many customers that had come to her little flower shop this month for the first time. Still, something about him stood out.[break][break]

He had ordered her a bouquet, despite being a perfect stranger.[break][break]

Perhaps it was time to return the hospitality.[break][break]

"Excuse me," Elisabeth said, gesturing for the waiter's attention. "Could you deliver a glass of champagne to the gentleman over there? With my compliments, of course."[break][break]

It would be tragic to miss this little opportunity. Serendipity, indeed.

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Pace wasn't quite the man for decadence and splendour, but a pretty little Kalosian dessert never went amiss. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't grown used to certain luxuries during his time in Sinnoh, even if said luxury came at the price of being bought with pokédollars soaked in blood.[break][break]

He'd never had the honour of visiting Kalos, though from what he'd heard it seemed like the kind of place he might have flourished. Nowadays, though, the stereotypes of Kalosian people reminded him too much of Martín del Mar and Cosima. Too much of silly indulgences and games played in masquerade. Pace liked to act like those days were behind him, of playing the pretty back-and-forth that so often intertwined with politics in the upper circles, but as his recent date with Elisabeth Fiorelli had proved, he was still quite the player.[break][break]

Karaoke tickled his extrovert sensibilities well enough that he didn't cringe at even the worst singers. Love was in the air, and it was thick and heavy with the scent of Kalosian wine! What could be better than this?[break][break]

A garçon taps him on the shoulder and presents a flute of champagne that gently bubbles against the lip of the glass. A gift, monsieur, he says, from the lady across the room. Pace's gaze travels to find her, and his face erupts in smiles once he does. He doesn't take the time to gently wave over to her or offer a wink across the room, instead he rises from his seat and makes his way over.[break][break]

"Miss Elisabeth. Fancy seeing you here! You look astounding, as always" He beams, taking a seat by her. "Thank you for my little gift. Trying to get me drunk already, are you?" Pace smirks as he meets her gaze, teasingly tutting.

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Confidence radiated from Pace Mahmoud as he rose from his table, the look in his eyes once he saw hers reflecting sheer, utter delight. What had Elisabeth expected, precisely? A subtle nod from a man who had been anything but coy when they last spoke?[break][break]

The empty chair in front of her was summarily filled, her night alone suddenly booked up for company as this mysterious man smiled down at her. "Mr. Mahmoud," she replied, her amusement palpable as he took his place without asking. "How generous of you to invite yourself to my company. I am glad the gift pleased you." [break][break]

Briefly, the florist considered returning the compliment about her appearance, but in truth, he had appeared in much more relaxed casualwear than herself. It would sound either insincere or mocking, and neither would be a good start to whatever conversation she had invited herself to.[break][break]

With an offhanded gesture, Elisabeth indicated her fluttering Vivillon, saying, "This is Petunia, by the by. Petal, say hello to Mr. Pace Mahmoud." The Bug-type Pokemon continued nibbling on her poppyseed muffin, ignoring the conversation altogether. "That is very rude of you," Elisabeth sighed disapprovingly, "but you have had a long month, so I shall forgive you." [break][break]

Had she been trying to get Pace drunk? The idea tickled Elisabeth for some reason. She could hardly handle him sober; him drunk would be unwise indeed.[break][break]

"I don't think you are the sort of man who imbibes unless he wishes to," Elisabeth replied easily to his teasing accusation, taking another sip of her coffee. For all her daring in sending a drink to the dark stranger across the room, her own drink of choice had been decidedly safer. "How are you enjoying life, now that there are no more timers and bells to dictate the length of your conversations?"[break][break]

Rather than a bell, however, another love song began to play in the background, sung in a rather hearty, off-key Galarian accent. Elisabeth's expression betrayed her thoughts on the interruption openly, and they were not kind.

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Pace was about as subtle as a brick through a window, and he had created that image very particularly. Never to the point of brazen disregard for other people, but always just on the edge - it was what had allowed him to be the little bit of roughness for the upper classes he'd met before, while still fitting in enough to not be kicked out of important functions he had to be at.[break][break]

So, subtle as a brick indeed, he takes his place without her asking him to, and smiles as she notes it in her speech.[break]
"Was I supposed to return to my seat after encountering the perfect woman once again in the flesh? Your siren song tempts me, I'm afraid, miss Fiorelli... let's only hope I don't drown, hm?" He laughs, taking a drink from his flute.

"And lovely to meet you as well, miss Petunia" He tips his glass to the Vivillon, who seems like she could care less that Pace was here. His charms didn't extend to pokémon just yet, it seemed.[break][break]

"Don't timers exist all the time, though, miss Fiorelli? As a ranger, I could be called out on a mission whenever needed... perhaps a life-threateningly dangerous one." He raises a brow - it was true, after all, but Pace was never one to care much about danger and worry. It was one of the things Amelia Livy had had to learn on all her missions with him - Pace was much more likely to put himself in more danger with his ridiculous stunts and attempts at impressing pretty girls.[break][break]

He didn't realise it at the moment, of course, but drinking with a stranger who dealt in poisons was plenty dangerous in and of itself. But weren't the most beautiful flowers always the most deadly?[break][break]

"...So perhaps that's why I like to make my move so quickly" It pulls a smirk to his face. Make his move indeed. "Aside all that, my life's going swimmingly. The same old same old, you know?"[break][break]

Before asking about her, as he had intended, he notes her expression and turns to face the stage, then turns back with a grin as wide as Unova's battle subway.[break][break]

"...Do you dislike karaoke, Elisabeth?" Pace asks out loud, leaning back into his chair a little with a chuckle. Th distance between them is yet more teasing and also challenging - she'd have to reply loud enough that he might hear across the table, and anybody else sat nearby, too. Would she indulge in bitching, he wondered?

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[attr="class","bgtk-post"]"Oh, Mr. Mahmoud, I assure you," Elisabeth said, eyes bright with amusement, "I have never drowned anyone." Not her style in the slightest. A slip of toxins in the tea was far preferable.[break][break]

What to do with one Pace Mahmoud, however? Drinking with him was dangerous indeed, but not at all due to her poisoner's knowledge.[break][break]

Elisabeth enjoyed the man's company, that much was evident. Else she wouldn't have sent the flute of champagne to his table. There was a pleasure in sharpening the knife of her own wit against someone else's, feinting and parrying each riposte as they bantered.[break][break]

Or perhaps like a cat lazily stretching out her claws, just to remember she could still catch prey if she wanted to.[break][break]

"If I am perfect, then gracious, how I do fear for all womankind," Elisabeth replied with a laugh. "I assure you, there are plenty of other Kalosian blondes out there, if you care to look for them. We are hardly an endangered species."[break][break]

As the man dipped his champagne flute to the Vivillon, Petunia blinked at him thoughtfully, before sneaking a surreptitious taste of this alcoholic nectar. Elisabeth suppressed a sigh of resignation, the deed already done whether or not Pace had noticed. Hopefully a drunken Pokemon wasn't imminent in her future.[break][break]

"Don't timers exist all the time, though, miss Fiorelli?"[break][break]

Elisabeth offered him a wry smile. Yes, they certainly did. The question was how long the timer was running between them, now. How long would a man like Pace entertain conversation before his thoughts drifted elsewhere? He was no gentleman, he had made that clear enough.[break][break]

Dangerous games, indeed.[break][break]

"...Do you dislike karaoke, Elisabeth?"[break][break]

This new question, however, and the beaming -- almost mischievous -- smile that accompanied it both caught the woman unawares. Elisabeth sheathed the blade of her wit, this unexpected shift in Pace's stance and tactics earning a single raised eyebrow in return.[break][break]

"I am fond of music," she said, offering a mild sniff of disdain towards the oaf singing at the audience in a voice that could only be described as offensive to all the senses. "That, however, is not music. It is noise."[break][break]

Why was the man still smiling? What was so funny about this?

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Pace laughs in kind, too, at her little quip. Is it coyness, an attempt to push his compliment away, to make herself humble? Or perhaps she truly believes it - which would cause Pace grief indeed.[break][break]

"Maybe I'm not interested simply in Kalosian blondes, though. Maybe it's the way we talk that interests me so much - you have to admit, you can't have this kind of conversation with just about anyone." [break][break]

He'd learnt so delicately the art of conversation, like a dance. When to dip, when to separate and re-join, when to allow his partner to take the lead, and when to hold them still while the music swelled. It reminded him of playing soccer at school, in a way - a game of strategy far beyond what most people assumed. For the uninitiated, isn't soccer just kicking a ball? For the reserved, wasn't flirting just compliments? But each had an entire culture of webs beneath the surface, and each string tugged pulled another five things along with it. To experience that game with Elisabeth Fiorelli was enticing - like playing chess against a champion.[break][break]

His thoughts often wandered, that much was true. Timers, timers, always ticking on - was theirs set for hours or months? It was hard to know, but Pace revelled in not knowing.[break][break]

Pace laughs then, properly, out loud - draws a look from a table nearby.[break]
"Not music? Oh, miss Fiorelli, how very cruel. This man puts himself up on the stage to sing about love and you chastise him?" It reminds him of half-drunk bitching he had shared with a woman who he had previously loved very much in the past, who still stained his heart even now. But far from him to wallow in sadness, it delighted him.[break][break]

"Are you much of a musician yourself, then? A singer, even, perhaps? I hate to think what you'd judge my attempts at Karaoke as"

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Elisabeth hadn't been drinking, but the way conversation flowed between herself and Pace Mahmoud, she wondered if this was a different sort of inebriation entirely. She, too, reveled in the way the two fell into easy banter. It was like returning to a warm fire, and stoking its kindling to new life. It made Elisabeth bolder, more mischievous, as she teased.[break][break]

"Careful, Mr. Mahmoud. You're getting perilously close to telling me you like the way I use my tongue."[break][break]

For someone so practised in the art of flirtation, Elisabeth had hardly taken to it swiftly. The opposite: a stumbling lamb in the slaughterhouse of noble balls and garden parties, it had not come naturally to her in the slightest to match wits with wolves. Competitive as always, however, she sought to master this clever little game of wits.[break][break]

Elisabeth sharpened the knife of that skill on her husband, and later, on the pompous CEOs he wined and dined at their dinner table. If her husband was going to accuse her of screwing them, by all means, she figured she might as well give him something to shout about. Words from long ago came back to her unbidden: 'If you're going to be punished for the sin, Elisabeth, might as well become a sinner.'[break][break]

Her crystal blue eyes met Pace's, and she smiled, the thought fleeting as quickly as it came. "Cruel, am I? You wouldn't be the first to say so. Perhaps it is crueler to let him believe he serenades with all the grace of a songbird, however. Truth can be a bitter thing to taste, I'm afraid."[break][break]

The way he laughed at her honesty made her think of summer: warm, golden and bright. There was something charming in basking in that warmth, coming on the heels of a cold winter that had only just begun to bloom into spring. Instead of saying this, Elisabeth merely replied, "Any judgments I have to make of you, Mr. Mahmoud, I am more than capable of saying to your face."[break][break]

Elisabeth turned to the stage, watching sporadic applause greet the drunken fool leaving the microphone abandoned. "I was trained in piano and in voice lessons at a young age," she said, shrugging lightly. "I am no prima donna, but I can carry a tune without embarrassing myself. And unlike most of the patrons in this cafe, I am presently sober."[break][break]

The wavering silhouette of her hiccupping Vivillon indicated how rare indeed that state was to be found tonight. Oh, Petal. How many sips had the butterfly snuck from Pace's glass now?[break][break]

Enough for the waiter to refill Pace's glass, and make to provide one for her as well. "Oh no, thank you, I'm not drinking," Elisabeth began, only for the waiter to leave the glass nonetheless: "Palentine's Day promotion, mademoiselle. Drinks at tables of two are always paired."[break][break]

"I see." She glanced out of the corner of her eye at Pace, catching his reaction. It was enough time for Petunia to attempt to drink the glass, and Elisabeth swatted the Pokemon away, sighing. "You are a terrible bully, Petal. If I don't drink this, then you will."[break][break]

The flute of champagne was downed swiftly and without fanfare, and Elisabeth looked coolly at Pace afterwards as if nothing had occurred in the slightest. When was the last time she drank something so quickly? "Mostly sober," she amended amicably, folding her hands in her lap.

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"Ah, but what a talented tongue it is, Miss Fiorelli" he smirks "I keep waiting with bated breath to see whatever it does next"[break][break]

He relaxes in his chair a little more, leaning not back but forward, an elbow finding it's place on the table between the two of them and their faces closer now than before - much less like two friends catching up over a few glasses, much more like... something else. Not necessarily anything concrete, but something fun. Call Pace a lothario, a lady's man, a whore; whatever you wanted - it was above all else a great deal of fun to spend time like this. Even more so when the lady would reply so deftly in kind.[break][break]

"I wouldn't expect any - too many people hold their tongue too much, y'know? You, on the other hand..." He pauses, swirls his drink absentmindedly in one hand - the glass feels lighter than before, less full, somehow; had he really drank that much already? "Go on, then, what judgements would you make of me? Since you offered to say them to my face, I'd love to know"[break][break]

The garçon fills his glass once more, which draws a slight tilt of the head. He only remembered taking a few sips, but upon changing his gaze slightly, the woozy figure of the Vivillon came more obvious. Drunk not, as might usually be the case, on nectar but on Pace's bubbly. He smirks. "Your little Petal has good taste."[break][break]

Pace watches Elisabeth down the glass in one swift movement. "...And so do you, it seems" He raises a brow, then follows suit with his own drink - much to Petunia's chagrin.[break][break]

"I can sing a little" He mentions, a slow response to something earlier in the conversation. "No lessons, though, so I'd be afraid I might assault your ears with noise again. I have done karaoke before, though." A smile plays around his cheeks and lips, something said without quite saying it. He's dancing around the subject, but it's funny to imagine - Elisabeth, up on stage? The dream changes from her belting out a showtune to the raucous applause of the case, to her laid on a piano with a high slit dress, dripping out a sultry sonnet. He stops the thoughts there, quickly, though - let's not get ahead of ourselves, hm?[break][break]

Thoughts stopped or not, his eyes drift briefly to her body. Her outfit so cruelly refuses to hug anything, to bear anything. Like some virginal viscount of many years ago, Pace has to excite himself when she moves her hands slightly and he sees a flash of her wrist as the sleeve pulls up, or she tilts her head and reveals a centimetre more of her neck. Just a glimpse over the wall and into the garden of Eden.

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August 30

Camphrier Town, Kalos

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Elisabeth smirked, choking back a laugh that she barely managed to keep suppressed. Oh, he was filthy, wasn't he?[break][break]

"What an imagination you have, Mr. Mahmoud. You'll make me blush," Elisabeth said, the champagne already adding a hint of rosiness to her complexion. "I'll have you know I had quite the reputation of being terribly quiet as a girl. I blame men like you for coaxing that habit from me."[break][break]

At the challenge the man placed before her, however, her eyes glinted all the more with sharp cunning. The lights of the cafe seemed dimmer, somehow, or hazier as she focused on the handsome face of her companion. Another drink came, finished as quickly as the first, as the Vivillon pouted at the injustice.[break][break]

"Do you so delight in facing the unflinching scrutiny of women?" Elisabeth asked him, leaning forward with her chin on her steepled hands. "Or men, too, I wonder? You don't seem the type to be particular about where you find your pleasure."[break][break]

A slow, easy smile creased her lips, conveying that Elisabeth didn't mind the answer either way.[break][break]

"As for my judgment, I think you enjoy the chase more than the capture. And you enjoy it all the more when your target doesn't seem interested in giving what you want." She raised a single finger, tut-tutting it to and fro. "You are a masochist, Mr. Pace Mahmoud, and in my estimation, desperate for some cruel siren to drown you. Were you to sing, you'd merely thrive on the thorns of my insult."[break][break]

At the Palentine's Day event, Elisabeth had certainly dressed the siren's part in a slinky, backless dress that left little behind her to the imagination. Here she had dressed for relaxation, after a long day of labour. Only as Pace looked at her did she note a mild twinge of dismay for this change of affairs between them, and she laughed suddenly and brightly, deeply amused at this private realisation.[break][break]

That would be the champagne, yes.[break][break]

As if seeking to test this impish theory, Elisabeth removed her coat, placing it on the back of her chair with a toss of her loose blonde hair. The form-fitting black blouse beneath it and the pencil skirt it was affixed to were both hardly the height of sultry fashion, but they were a sight more interesting than the heavy coat she had worn into Mauville Hills.[break][break]

"If you've done karaoke, that would give you some experience over myself. I haven't sung in front of anyone for a very long time," she said casually. "Perhaps you'd be the one judging me, in the end. By all means, Pace Mahmoud, give me your best critique."

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"Every dream has a hint of truth to it, no?" He chuckles, then, in response to her own quip. "Men like me? I don't know what you're talking about. You mean handsome, kind, innocent men who are being slandered for no reason?"[break][break]

She leans forward, that gentle body composition of a panther. Utterly trained, Elisabeth knows exactly how to position herself - eyes focusing at the perfect places, fingers just so. She reminded him of himself, then, was it? Was that the reason he felt so drawn to her? He could see the bird quite plainly, but there was some remnant of the cage on her, as well, perhaps only spiritually.[break][break]

"Men, women, whatever - it doesn't matter all that much to me. I can't help but adore beauty, you know? But you're right" He tuts for a moment, as though playfully chastising her for picking up everything he's been putting down throughout their meeting. "A masochist... such a dirty word for it. Is it so wrong to want to raise up my partners, to let them look down on me as if I worshipped them?" He smirks and takes a long sip, holding her gaze steadily as he does so.[break][break]

"You could say drowning is just loving the ocean too much, after all" He laughs as soon as it leaves his lips - faux poetry at it's finest. The kind of thing a teenage girl would post on her tumblr blog. Pace loved to speak this way, though, no matter how silly it could be. [break][break]

As he chuckles and drinks again, she removes the coat. He wonders, then - did she feel his eyes on her, undress from the gazing heat? Is it just warmth from the alcohol, or perhaps, he thinks, she wishes to be seen. It would be cruel, then, not to see her.[break][break]

Pace's eyes wander across her body, her chest, across the black stretched across her skin that fits just tight enough. Two buttons undone at the top set his mind to thinking about the others, undone by him - by his teeth, one by one, in a hotel room, as his hand finds her thigh. But that's diving in too deep all at once, isn't? Like she said - desperate to drown. But if the water was Elisabeth Fiorelli, he'd let it into his lungs in avidity. [break][break]

"I'd love to hear you sing, Elisabeth. I bet everyone here would appreciate a real songstress, for once, too" He raises a brow alongside his glass, pointing it towards the empty stage. "That microphone's calling you, I reckon. Go put on a show" He smiles, a warm encouragement in his eyes. No challenge - he doesn't doubt at all that Elisabeth would be able to dazzle, even at some little karaoke place like this.

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"Oh, Pace," Elisabeth said, laughter singing in her voice as the champagne loosened her tongue, "I think you know exactly what sort of man you are."[break][break]

And so did Elisabeth. It was refreshing, to look at the man across from her and understand him completely. His motives transparent, reflected in the hunger of his eyes. His demeanor pleasant, an easy smile meeting each barbed retort. His attempts at subterfuge utterly nonexistent, his requests brazen and openly wanting.[break][break]

This was no one she had to wake up with and kill an innocent in front of, nor someone she had to fear wielding the looming threat of power over her, nor someone who might venture too close to the parts of her she kept hidden under briars and thorns. He wasn't looking to know her, to capture her, or Arceus forbid, love her -- only to provide an entertaining evening for them both, whatever debauchery that might entail.[break][break]

Pace Mahmoud was precisely what he presented himself as: an enjoyable diversion, from a life with too few of them.[break][break]

"Begging is beneath you," Elisabeth said, arising nonetheless from the chair as she grinned, "but if I do not stand up, I fear that dribbling idiot from the next table over will start attempting to tunelessly warble again. And I should spare us both that travesty." Her voice had gotten louder than she'd meant for it, earning a cutting glance from said idiot's partner for the night.[break][break]

Elisabeth was not extraordinarily well versed in modern music. Fortunately this was a Kalosian cafe, and several songs from her youth provided themselves. Which to choose, however? She glanced up at Pace Mahmoud, watching with keen interest, before she impulsively picked a song for the music to play.[break][break]

Love songs came easier in Kalosian. Did Pace even understand the language, Elisabeth wondered? She'd find out soon enough, anyway.[break][break]

Elisabeth smiled at him as the song began, the alcohol giving her a pleasantly warm sensation as she leaned into the moment. "Un, deux, trois, quatre!" [break][break]

"Zou bisou bisou[break]
Zou bisou bisou, mon Dieu qu’ils sont doux[break]
Zou bisou bisou."[break][break]

The melody easily lent itself to the swaying of her hips, the repetitive lyrics flirty in their simplicity as she sang. The words came out in a breathy soprano, playful and beckoning as Elisabeth gestured to the man drinking champagne with her Vivillon.[break][break]

"Zou bisou bisou, le bruit des bisous[break]
Dans les buissons sous le ciel du mois d’août[break]
Les amoureux glissent à pas de loup[break]
Comme les oiseaux ils ont rendez-vous[break]
On l’entend partout[break]
Zou bisou bisou[break]
Zou bisou bisou,[break]
mon Dieu qu’ils sont doux."[break][break]

There was a charming joyfulness to the song's sensuality, the bright tenor of it evoking a rhythmic response that shivered throughout Elisabeth's whole body. She followed its momentum as she descended the stage, microphone in hand, as she continued to serenade the troublemaker who had goaded her into standing up upon it in the first place.[break][break]

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ce que veut dire entre nous,[break]
Ce que que veut dire “Zou bisou”?[break]
Ça veut dire je vous l’avoue[break]
Mais oui je n’aime que vous[break]
Zou bisou bisou[break]
Zou bisou, mon Dieu que c’est doux."[break][break]

Her free hand wound itself into the curls of her blonde hair, tossing it behind her as she approached Pace's table with a confidence afforded by inebriation. There had been a time when Elisabeth had higher tolerance for alcohol, raised as she was in the vineyards of her father, but that time had long left her -- and with it, a lower threshold for the bubbly dessert wine resulted in her provocative dance with Pace Mahmoud.[break][break]

One that had started long before this sultry jazz number had begun playing.[break][break]

"Mais pas besoin des buissons du mois d’août[break]
Quand tu m’embrasses doucement dans le cou[break]
Car c’est curieux tu vois je l’avoue[break]
Ça me fait partout zou bisou bisou[break]
Zou bisou bisou des petits bisous!"[break][break]

As the song ended, Elisabeth let out a rich laugh as she leaned against the table, dropping the microphone into Pace's lap as if a declaration of her victory. "Well, then?" she said, the next member of the cafe's talentless drivel already preparing to take the place she had vacated. "We've had drinks, conversation, and now music. Is that all serendipity has planned for us tonight, Pace Mahmoud?"[break][break]

It was a question with a foregone conclusion.

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"I think you'll find I beg quite well" He iced the conversation just barely with a dusting of sugar on his words, that little twinkle in his eye as he watched her take the stage with glee.[break][break]

While Pace may never had visited Kalos, he had met a few Kalosians in a previous life, and people always responded better if you knew a few choice words in their native tongue. Not nearly enough to even consider himself conversational, but the odd thing here and there. He wasn't unsurprised when Elisa had picked the song she had - just sultry enough to be hidden behind the façade of a cutesy smile.[break][break]

He leans back and watches the performance like the guest of honour at a gentleman's club - smoke in the air, the fanciest daiquiri nursing in his glass, half-dressed bunnies taking hors d'oeuvres from table to table. Pace was transported there as he watched her sing, completely ignoring the reality of the little tucked-away-around-the-corner café he was sat in.[break][break]

As Elisabeth's hips swayed to the melody, Pace's eyes equally swayed back and forward to catch them at every turn. She pointed to him, sung to him. He smirked back, delighted and hungry, and then she descended to meet him.[break][break]

The only man in the room.[break][break]

She finishes and drops her microphone on her, a laugh from both of them echoing drunkenly across the table. He hands the mic to a waitress who comes to retrieve it. Pace raises a brow at Elisabeth's question - it already had a very clear answer, didn't it? The way she teased her words feather-light made it seem like she knew the answer, as well, and Pace stood from his seat.[break][break]

"That was very impressive. You sing beautifully - ~~ma chérie~~" He grins and offers her his arm to hold. Partially because it was romantic and a way to break the touch barrier, and partially because he was sure they'd both appreciate the extra sturdiness of leaning on one another.[break][break]

"I've heard Slateport has some fancy hotels around, you know." It only takes a moment as he leans in and brushes a strip of blonde hair behind her ear, a faint whisper. "Spend the night with me, miss Elisabeth, if you'd be so kind"

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