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[leplusbeau]

Fleur ushers the girls into the surprising smoke free club, keeping one hand on Tonks as she goes.

"Welcome, madams and mister to The Witch's Tit! The finest drag cabaret in London! -Starlet!"

Fleur pounces a big, hairy, beautiful drag queen and they air kiss as they coo at each other.

"Everyone, thiz iz Starlet. She will love you forever and alwayz. Sit, sit! And bring on the penis hatz!"

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Re: And the Stripping Begins!

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*he blinks slowly at Tom*

Plenty of banana to go 'round. 'cept not. Hen night. We should go on a banana hunt.

I'm not scared.

Re: And the Stripping Begins!

[young_tmriddle]

I have no need of bananas. I prefer... cantaloupes.

Re: And the Stripping Begins!

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*he looks faintly disapproving*

That's a choice every man has to make for himself.

Re: And the Stripping Begins!

[young_tmriddle]

Here now, cantaloupes are a fine, fine fruit. Very sweet.

*He steals a glance at Door.*

Re: And the Stripping Begins!

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*he waves a happy hand*

Either or, m'dear. Crowley's a one-man-fruitsalad.

Re: And the Stripping Begins!

[young_tmriddle]

*Tom descends into a fit of laughter.*

Oh... God...

I'm telling him you said that!

Fruit salad...

*Tom slips off the chair, he's laughing so hard.*

Re: And the Stripping Begins!

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael's chuckling quietly, with rather more decorum than Tom*

Just glad we didn't get onto cherries. Coulda been terrible.

*he speaks softly, almost to himself*

I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples...

Re: And the Stripping Begins!

[young_tmriddle]

Yes, cherry discussions would veer into awkward territory, indeed.

*He is soothed by Aziraphael's voice and the words he speaks, as the giddy laughter dies down.*

Lewd fruit discussion aside, this is a bloody brilliant party.

Re: And the Stripping Begins!

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*he settles back in his chair and laces his hands over his stomach and tips the appendage-hat down over his forehead*

It is, at that.