oh my little songbird, why won't you sing?

She didn't usually go to bars. She didn't usually go places where she was likely to get bumped into and stepped on. But everyone was telling her to do something and there she was, doing, or at least as much as she could. She had never liked confined spaces, and the dance floor that looked more like a fighting ring didn't look at all entertaining to her either, and she had been about to turn around and leave, go back home or a park or somewhere where everyone wasn't on every drug imaginable when she walked into someone and got some type of liquor spilled all over her.

You just like the idea of me. You like the person I present myself under circumstances that I can control. I choose what I say and how I say things. It’s like being attracted to a fictional character in a book. They are scripted and made up. If you think about it, through writings, we all script and make ourselves up. I don’t share the person I become when I am upset. I don’t show you how I look like when I sleep. I don’t tell you about all the times I’ve made someone cry. All the guilty things I’ve done and the bad thoughts I’ve had.

Well, I would be more than pleased to help you learn the language if you wish to.

As long as you promise not to laugh at me if I accidentally call myself a lamp or something equally as silly.

Sally smiled. “Or well a wall… A wall never speaks back either.” The ginger found herself chuckling at her own statement, knowing off of personal experience how it felt to have a conversation with a wall. 

"Or... any other object. Like a fork." she laughed, shaking her head, hoping that she hadn't reached that level of crazy just yet.

All work and no play makes for a very very bad day, you know. Then again, all play and no work means no money and then you can’t do anything fun either way. It’s all about finding balance.

Is that a nursery rhyme? Either way, it definetly makes sense, no matter how much I enjoy my job. I suppose I should make more effort to actually know my surroundings besides the trip from home to work and back... just maybe.

Like is that supposed to be sexy? Because you’re going to do no such thing, sir.

I suppose they can't really tell a ten dollar dress apart from a designer one... but what can you do...

"I think the point is the most agreeable of my opinions, but I suppose that you are quite colored in red as it is. I would nothing of it considering my dark hair and slightly tanner skin tone."

In other people, I'm sure the little tint is very pleasing, but considering I grow red in a mere second... I can't ya I'm looking forward to have every part of me matching my hair as well. But that doesn't really make me love the snow any less.

I’m sure the words were not butchered if they came from your lips. 

That's a very nice assumption you're making, but I think I'll need to practice speaking them more before I even let myself utter a word around someone even slightly fluent.

"The warmer weather won’t be miserable for once, it will be a nice change. Snow is lovely and the color it gives cheeks is quite exquisite too."

It definitely will, it'll be nice to be able to look forward to a little bit of sun. But I don't think I can agree with you on that second point, I think I get red enough as it is.

“I am very much ready for the cold weather to arrive.”

I honestly can't wait to be able to know what the temperature is going to be and not have to worry about it becoming 100 degrees at three when it was just 60 in the morning.

"Interesting," He said, while his highly dispassionate tone spoke otherwise. His overall expression wore as neutral at best, he glanced around through the darkness and flickering street lamps that provided a little bit of light for those that scurried from stores to their cars and vice versa. However, he gave in and unusually spoke, "I suppose they aren’t so bad." A genuine compliment indeed.

Inside Triton's Palace, she could both hear and see the movement of all the dancers and singers who were getting ready to start their show. It was maybe the first day that she didn't feel like putting on her show, shoulders all slumped and hair falling all around her face. "And I suppose that's a start." she shrugged, the stars still something that would continue to be magical to her, no matter what anyone told her.

Sally smiled at the fact that Ariana actually appreciated her idea. “I do that often… imagine whatever I umm tend to be missing… and well I think it works.  Thank you… but I really am glad that I didn’t…interrupt that is… still would’ve felt bad..”

The fact that she was able to make someone who wasn't a middle aged man laugh for even a second made her happy, even if for a mere moment. "I'm serious, it's really just a lot more fun talking to a actual person instead of the sky. But that idea is really a lot better then just missing it."

Tod decided to take a seat on the floor, his legs already a little shaky from the whole time supporting his weight, and his arm as well from leaning against the wall. He crossed his legs on the floor, resting his arms on his knees, while his fingers tangled with themselves, facing her as she spoke. “A bigger picture? Maybe, who knows. There are times when things happen in your favor and sometimes you can’t really explain it” he said shrugging. “Where are you from then?” he asked as he tilted his head, “I guess you can find any sort of people in this city. And more new ones come every day”

She scooted over so he had room next to her, head leaning on her hands once again as she looked up at him. Even when he was sitting down next to her, he was still taller then she was, and she found her head was tilted up still. "It just seems easier if you believe in fate, it means there's something that you're meant to do no matter what..." she laughed, shaking her head at home hopeful she sounded. "I'm... from somewhere around here. A small city that you won't really be able to pinpoint even if I told you the name. It's not close, but it's not all that far, either." she shrugged, trying not to let nostalgia over her old home come over her. "I'm starting to wonder when this city is just going to get so over-filled that there's really no room for those new ones, either.

And then I said, ‘Are you crazy this is Versace.’

Please tell me he didn’t try to pull the ‘I can’t wait to rip that dress of of you’ line.

"Every cloud has a silver lining." At least the french equivalent of that.

Hmm, you make a tough argument there. Are you one of those people that sleeps with a fan on?