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[Today, Alisha's appearing a lot more... old fashioned, for lack of a better word. Her hair is significantly longer, her body clothed in fabric that could be considered a tad more indecent than her usual outfits, despite more skin being covered.

Though, nothing more should be expected of a barmaid, yes? After all, her role has her believing that she is one. Her role also has imprinted upon her mind that her birth came about after the King of England had a roll in the hay with a Caribbean-immigrant prostitute. The bastard child grew into an exotic sort of beauty, one that often turned heads and tempted men into sin; in short, as she grew older, her reputation grew in popularity, positive among the menfolk, sometimes negative among the womenfolk.

Burdened with jealousy over the illegitimate "princess" and the preference for that poor barmaid over the feminine ruler of the land, the Queen sought out a means of revenge. She came into agreement with a witch, who cursed the young lass with a power that would turn her seductive nature against her.

What became of the King and Queen after the deal was struck, Alisha doesn't know.

Regardless of this new, fantastical past that now defines her, there is the issue of the quiet chaos going around New Moore.]

I've received word that my fellow tenant has turned into a dragon.

...Anyone else fancy a drink?

[Fantasy or not, it's still too early for this bullshit.]

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Jesus fuck Alisha. Are you tryin' t'give me a heart attack?

Where're you drinkin'? I'll pop on by.

Er, wot are you talking about?

[She can't think of anything she's done that would warrant such a reaction. Obviously she looks like this every day.]

The local tavern; where else?

'Tavern'? What happened to 'Pub'? Moreover, don't you work in a hotel, anyway?

Tomayto, tomahto.

[She shrugs. It just seemed like the proper word to call it by.]

...Riddle me this: Why would I want to drink where I work?

[ He pauses, honestly trying to sort it out. ]

Cos it's cheap? Fuck, how should I know? Not in your head, now am I?

So.. You havin' a drink over at the other pub then? Over by that new antiques place? Or.. is that even there right now? Everything's gone funny and I haven't got a clue about what the hell happened.

Maybe I don't want the patrons harassing me while I'm trying to relax.

[Duh.]

...Antiques? Er, it's next to that "everything" store, yeah. Right where it's always been.

And wot do you mean "gone funny"? Nothing's different.

[Disillusioned while in an illusion? You bet.]

The fuck did I smoke? All right, love, if you say so.

So you... gonna keep wearin' that lovely little bit of clothin' you've got on? Not that I wouldn't mind seein' it off, mind, but I would be lyin' if I said I didn't enjoy a nice long gander at those perky, well-rounded tits of yours.

[Much better.]

Seeing as I don't plan to strip in public, I'll be keeping it on, yeah. Just remember that you still can't touch.

Aw f- really? You're killin' me over here, love. Y'know I wouldn't care.

Either way, I'll be seein' you soon.

Oh. Would you mind... coverin' for me tonight? None of the places 'round here will take me money. What kind of bullshit is that?

And you know that if shit happens halfway through, unless I really hurt you, there's no way to stop.

[Oh, Rudy. Don't worry, she a nice little purse tucked into her skirt; she'd keep it between the girls, but alas, there's no room to spare.]

Such a proper gentleman. Fine, I'll do it. Just don't expect me to do it every time after this.

Ace. You're a right gem, you are. Just this once, I swear it. Hand on me heart, other hand on me cock.

[He has such a way with words.]

...Right then. See you soon.

[Once she reaches the "tavern," she leans against the outside wall, arms crossed beneath her bosom, eyes on the street. Best to keep hands in after all, to make sure no one gets the wrong idea and brushes up against her skin; looking is fine, invoking the curse, not so much. Alisha keeps a keen eye peeled, watching every last person who passes by and/or enters the establishment; it's both a means of looking out for Rudy and one to make sure she doesn't end up going for a roll in the hay with someone less than courteous.]

[ Rudy arrives not long after, seen giving the two-fingered salute to someone looking at him strangely. The fuck was his problem? He was the one dressed strangely. Prick. His face brightens considerably, however, upon seeing Alisha standing outside the pub... tavern... whatever. ]

Lookin' t'blend in with the rest of these weirdos, eh? Looks nice. Can't say I'd be complainin' if y'started wearin' stuff like this more often.

[ His comment was punctuated by him tapping the side of her breast through her shirt. ]

The only one weird here is you. Wot are you wearing?

[She glances over his own outfit of choice, half-heartedly waving his hand away; she doesn't want to touch it for safety and sanity's sake, but at least he's not coming on as strong as some of her own tavern patrons.]

[ Rudy looks confused and then down to his own everyday wear. ]

Well it's me jeans and a bloody button-up now innit? Didn't know we'd be doin' fuckin' Shakespeare in the Park, now did I? Christ Almighty.

...You're speaking funny. You alright?

[Jeans? Button-ups? Shakespeare? Say what now?]

A dragon?

[Excuse his delayed reaction. There was cleavage and all that.]

[Well, hello there.

He's excused.]

Not sure how it happened, but yeah. A dragon.

...what kind? I mean, how does...he? she?... it? look?

Erm, sorry, I'm forgetting my manners. I'm Sirius Black and should have met you sooner.

Large, red, kind of spiny. Dunno much more than that; I only saw a picture. She apparently took off to some caves or something along those lines.

You're forgiven, enchanted to meet you, and yes, you should have. I'm Alisha Bailey.

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She did? Here I finally thought I could do something worthwhile and save you from the dragon. I'll have to go another way to earn the kingdom.

And I think I'm quite enchanted too.

You could save me from boredom and exasperation. Trust me, you'll get into good favor quickly.

As long as you're not cursed, yeah?

Not more than usual.

[Make of that what you will.]

I'd come and rescue you, but people are eating my store.

That makes two of us, then.

[Right back atcha.]

Pity. I suppose I'll have to find a gallant knight elsewhere; they're so hard to come by these days.

[She is curious though.]

...Are they literally eating it?

Trying to. Mostly they're breaking their teeth.

I did transfigure a bit of the door into a biscuit before for some children.

['cause he's a sucker for kids, it's canon.]

Poor saps.

[If she ever decides to try and find his store, she'll just look for the one with the woodwork dented with a bunch of teethmarks.]

So you really weren't kidding about being a wizard.

Not a witch, though. Apparently an even more important distinction than I thought it was.

How could anyone mistake you for a witch? I may be wrong, but aren't they all of the fairer sex?

You do have the nice hair, though.

I'm not sure I'd agree that they're all fairer, but they're all female, at least, in my experience.

Thanks! Not as attention catching as yours, mind.

I suppose it is terribly difficult to be fairer than you, woman or not.

It's the gift and curse of natural ringlets.

You reckon? Then how come you pull it off without even trying, love? Way to make me feel bad.

Because I've long since learned how to tame it.

Everything else? Not so much.

[More innuendo? You bet.]

There'ssomething to be said for having a wild side, I s'pose.

Name's Sirius Black, by the way. Nice to meet you.

You wouldn't be wrong.

Enchanted. [Literally. Maybe not literally by him, but still.] Alisha Bailey.

Rarely am. [They can do the literal enchanting some other time.]

I like your dress a lot. [And, you know. That cleavage.]

You wouldn't be the only one who does, to be perfectly honest.

[However, it doesn't make it any less flattering.]

Sure, but I'm the only one who's me.

[So clearly that makes it the most flattering.]

[That is surprisingly a very valid argument.]

I suppose you have a point. You definitely stand out from the crowd of other bosom-admirers. You have class.

[And a hefty dose of charm.]

You stand out, too, love. An admirable bosom isn't worth much without a personality to go with it.

Worth more than just a drink or two.

[She was being a bit coy when she commented on his class, though now it obvious is beyond true.]

...You're definitely not like the other blokes.

[For a moment, something slips into her flirtatiously pleasant visage, something akin to genuine awe and surprise.]

Seems like you really needed to meet a decent bloke for a change.

[There's the thought that the whole island is out of joint right now, once more, so he shouldn't actually read anything much into it, but she seems pleased and that feels good to have accomplished.]

I hope they at least tip well.

I've met a couple. None that said anything like that, though. Still separates you from the crowd.

[She lets out a half-humoured chuckle.]

It puts bread on the table, if that's wot you're asking.

I like being special, if it puts that smile on your face.

[He shakes his head.]

You deserve better than bread. M-hm, remind me to do something about that.

It certainly does, perhaps more than it shows.

Chivalrous on top of charming? Definitely special. Gives me plenty of reasons not to forget to remind you.

That a promise?

Yeah, sure. It's a promise.

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