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[jackdriscoll]

The time is late when Jack exits his room and heads towards the library Sara told him about. He intended to be there briefly, to grab the first thing that interested him and return to his room. This is why Jack has quite forgotten his shirt. He doesn't suspect he will run into anyone, not at this late hour

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[diamndcourtesan]

Satine is lost.

Well, not exactly. It's a warren, this place, but she has a nose for where she is and where she should be going. It's a pleasant lost, a "let's see what the next corner will bring us" lost. She's discovered all sorts of surprises this way at the Moulin Rouge.

Someone is approaching. Her eye catches the line between a man's pants and the skin of his stomach first. It moves up along a ridge of muscle and flesh, over a pair of handsome shoulders, onto the face of Jack Driscoll. She stops, one hand against the wall. Her face is all shock. "Mr. Driscoll!"

[jackdriscoll]

...it would be an understatement to say that he had miscalculated when he assumed nobody would be in the halls at this hour. He stops, startled for a moment, then flashes a nervous smile.

"Satine. Ah...hi."

[diamndcourtesan]

Her evening just became a little more interesting. She keeps her smile on his face. Either it will make him quite nervous or very confident. She's patient.

"A pleasure to see you again, so soon after our last little chat."

[jackdriscoll]

It makes him feel...somewhere in between. His smile becomes slightly less nervous.

"Why are you up so late?"