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Constance Bonacieux ([personal profile] at_your_side) wrote in [community profile] all_inclusive2015-04-11 10:01 pm

Probably should have left the alcohol to Athos, really.

Intoxicated. Yes, that was- that was the word she was looking for. Intoxicated was just the very thing she could use to describe herself...or her state...the state of herself?

While the details of it had become increasingly fuzzy with each of the delightful, oh so colorful cocktails the bartender sat in front of her (how many had she had again?), Constance was fairly certain the day had begun well enough. There had been a bath, a bath! One with an endless supply of hot water piped right into her room so she might lie in her tub with the dawn light filtering in through the glass of her colored windows and wiggle her toes in easy contentedness.

But then there- ah! There had been the issue of dressing. Or, rather, not of dressing but of what to dress herself in when her only...dress, yes, had been worn already for the day before. She could have made do with it if she had had to, had even pulled it on while not pulling too much of a face, but had been all too grateful upon meeting the lovely Ruby in the hallway not far from her door.

Never had she seen a woman who wore so little out in public. It had left her gaping in the second before she had recovered herself, to see so much skin on display with not so much a flicker of concern in the other woman's expression as she had smiled and introduced herself. Somehow - now here the details were particularly fuzzy at that moment - they had gotten onto the subject of Constance's singular dress and somehow further the conversation had become one of the other woman, still a stranger, but so earnestly friendly, had volunteered her help.

All of which led to her sitting there at the bar of the Smoking Room, wearing pants of all things while Ruby slid a drink in front of her. She was certain there had been sense behind the action, and no, she did not feel the least bit overexposed with the buttoned shirt she wore beneath her corset or the coat she wore that hung down to her knees (she tried not to giggle at the thought of needing to cover her bum, but was only partially successful). What was even more certain was that these - those little cocktails, they were delicious.
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[personal profile] littlerubyred 2015-04-12 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
The simple joy of helping someone had always been something Ruby had taken pleasure in, dating back to her earliest memories of a child in the forest when she’d been known simply as Red. Her habits at the Nexus had skewed in that particular direction time and again with her position as a waitress at the bar, where she was granted access to so many of the hotel’s guests that she might not otherwise have met and where so many, who arrived in the hotel lost and confused, came to seek solace. Ruby was a talker and one that made herself familiar to her customers out of habit, and it was a habit that extended to the halls and other areas of the hotel. She had been in the Nexus long enough to recognize familiar faces and notice new ones, and when she’d spotted Constance in her dress, looking so pretty and yet somehow so out of place, she hadn’t been able to resist introducing herself.

A bit of conversation had Ruby offering to help her new friend into some new clothes, something she was now long used to, and the outfit her new friend had chosen was one that fit her emerging personality quite well, Ruby thought. A trip down to the bar had been enough to introduce Constance to the wonders of fruity cocktails, and Ruby couldn’t check her grin at how easily the woman smiled and expressed her alcohol-induced happiness. She looked to be having a wonderful time and Ruby was glad. She did so enjoy when her customers had a good time of it.

“You’re so cute,” Ruby said with a laugh at Constance’s look of excitement at a new cocktail being slid in her direction. “They really are the best things ever though, aren’t they?”
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[personal profile] armedagainstlove 2015-04-14 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He knows of her presence here as it would be difficult to miss by the gleam of delight on d'Artagnan's face. Though the boy is not as obvious as it may seem, Athos knows him well enough to know when he is overjoyed and for good cause. Of course, this does not explain why he finds Constance sitting with drinks before her looking somewhat less steady for it. "Madame Bonacieux," Athos greets her calmly as he removes his hat from his head and gestures to the empty seat across from her, signalling for his usual bottle of brandy to be brought.

"Your plate looks quite colourful today."
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[personal profile] armedagainstlove 2015-04-15 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Very well," he concurs with a nod of his head, always eager to do well by this woman. "Constance," he corrects himself. She had been very good to him when he'd been new to Paris and unsure whether he even wanted to go on with his life and he will never forget that -- just as he will never forget how he wishes better for her than the lot she has. "A strawberry pom mojito sounds very intensively colourful," he concurs, lifting his glass and bottle of brandy. "You'll have to excuse my tastes. I'm a far simpler man," he admits with a rueful smile.

"Is there a cause for such drinking?"
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[personal profile] armedagainstlove 2015-04-16 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
"That would be arriving back to Paris with Rochefort riding at our side, rescued from Spain," he replies, though he is already aware that there is a dark cloud looming in his future because of that man. He has been waiting and biding his time at the Nexus as he debates what he will do about such things, unsure that he is ready yet to cope with such a villain so soon after Richelieu's death.

"Is there something you wish to tell me?"

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[personal profile] praiseandglory 2015-04-15 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Porthos had come in looking for Athos, but his countenance brightened when he spotted the woman sitting at the bar. He had heard of her arrival, but he had not yet had the pleasure of running into her, and now he headed over to her with a happy smile, the smile of a man reunited with someone he felt some definite measure of affection for.

"Madame Bonacieux," he greeted her, his smile stretching into his usual grin at the formal address. He even gave her a small bow to go with that.
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[personal profile] praiseandglory 2015-04-16 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Constance," Porthos corrected himself, the stretch of his smile hinting that it had been very purposeful on his part, in case there was any doubt. His gloved hand found the back of the stool beside hers, and he inquired, "May I join you?"

Yes, he could have actual manners when he bothered.
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[personal profile] praiseandglory 2015-04-17 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"How long ago was I last there, or when was it in Paris last I was?" Porthos asked for clarification as he took a seat, since this place made both questions relevant, no matter how odd the latter one sounded. And then, of course, he didn't wait for her to specify and just gave her both answers. "It was a couple of weeks ago, for me, and..." He frowned as he realised what he must use as a reference, for her. "When was it, for you?"

It wasn't that he didn't want to answer, but he did not want to risk telling her of her husband's fate if she did not know it yet.

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[personal profile] soft_robot 2015-04-15 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Every now and then, when Baymax sits in his station to charge, he finds himself re-inflating in the lobby of the hotel. Generally speaking, it does not cause him any harm or distress, nor does it seem to bother Hiro, so Baymax has taken no steps to correct it. Every now and then, he even finds ways to help.

"Excuse me," he says to the woman at the bar. "My scan indicates a very high blood alcohol level for someone of your height and weight. I recommend intake of fresh water and food."
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[personal profile] soft_robot 2015-04-16 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am Baymax," he explains. "A personal healthcare companion. It is my directive to heal the sick and injured, as well as provide preventative care. In this case, I recommend that you drink water."

To help, Baymax squeezes along the bar, his balloon body squeaking against chairs. "Please serve this young woman one glass of water."
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"I do not have a medical license, but I have been programmed with over ten thousand medical procedures to assist licensed medical professionals in triage, diagnosis, and the treatment of non-emergency procedures," Baymax explains, continuing on in a gentle, patient voice that matches his non-threatening, huggable design.

"Please drink this water. It will rehydrate your body."

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[personal profile] averygoodshot 2015-04-16 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Constance?"

She is about the last person Aramis expects to see and to see here, and to see drinking. And she is Constance, because she knows the secret of Aramis and the Queen, too. He approaches, concerned and smiling at the same time. "I didn't know you were here."
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[personal profile] averygoodshot 2015-04-16 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"... I am?" Aramis steps closer, taking in her state - her very drunken state. Oh, dear. "To what honor do I owe your drinking on my behalf?" he asks, gesturing toward the barkeep, setting his hat to the side on the bar. Something tells him that this conversation might be one that doesn't warrant the loose lips of someone who might be more than a bit drunk (and unused to being drunk, like most of the Musketeers). He asks for wine for the both of them, unsure of what that concoction she's drinking might be.
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[personal profile] averygoodshot 2015-04-16 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"For which I am grateful," he tells her, but stops short.

Wait.

He touches her arm, albeit gently, but wanting to get her attention.

"Again?"

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