Tiffani walked in, the door shutting loudly behind her. As usual, people stopped and stared. She was the daughter of one of the richest men in the world, and so she was well known. This was one of the few times she didn't have her little Pom, Sophie, with her. She smiled and wiggled her fingers as if waving. She walked up to the bar, and asked for a martini. Although she was only 18, no one hesitated to give her whatever she wanted. She gave the bartender a generous amount of money for that one drink.She sipped it slowly, ignoring the fact that her expensive spandex mini dress was beginning to slide up her butt.



Dress:

(Mind if I join with Skulduggery Pleasant?)

(No, not at all !)

(Epic!)


Skulduggery pleasant walked in. He wore a striking suit with a perfectly balanced hat. Big sunglasses covered his eyes and a scarf hid his mouth. He wore gloves . All of this was necessary to hide the fact that he was a skeleton. Yes, a skeleton. And a magical one at that. He walked with purposeful grace and sat down next to the one named Tiffany. He ordered nothing, only took out an old, battered book and began to read it.

Tiffani glanced sideways at him. Odd, who would wear a suit to a club? She was suddenly interested in him, as he looked like no other man she'd met before. She turned a little in her seat, and shifted, causing her dress to slide up a bit more. Whatcha reading? She asked, staring at the old book. She sipped her drink, and waited for his response.

His head twitched in her direction. The rest of his body stayed impeccably still.A book. His voice was as smooth as velvet, with a slight Irish accent.

Tiffanai gave a little sneer. Funny. So she wasn't the nicest person. She ordered another martini. She'd decided to get herself drunk tonight, due to the huge fight she had with her father she'd had earlier.

He chuckled. Touchy.He retorted. He watched her order another martini and made a note to be watchful of her.

Tiffani stifled a giggle. Heeyy... What's your name? I'm Tiffani. She said.

He held out a gloved hand, always the gentleman. [b]Skulduggery Pleasant at you service. /b] [

Tiffani smiled, and took his hand. (Sorry, muse died)

(I know CPR)

He shook hers once and pulled his hand back. He cocked his head to the side.Why are you here?

Tiffani set her hand on the counter. Not sure...Looking for something fun do do, maybe. She said.

He shifted in his seat, the first movement he'd made since sitting down. His body was now at a slightly different angle, one where you could see.clearly how thin he actually was. Since he had no flesh, he had.to get clothes specifically tailored, but they still sagged a little in some places. He nodded and closed the book with a puff of dust. What did you have in mind?

Tiffani noticed how his clothes sagged a little. Maybe he was just really skinny? She shrugged mentally. She gave a sly smile. I dunno. Do you have anything in mind? She asked. She stood to pull her dress down a little, but it was no use. The second she sat back down, it slid back up her legs.

He looked at her. He knew what she was thinking. I know what you're thinking.