that it's quite likely some lovely singing.

a very beautiful singing voice, especially after drinking as much wine as she had had that evening.

would love to hear such a beautiful voice if she didn't mind.

would love to share it with him, or really anyone~

that's good because he had already gone to her house while she was out. He was... a tad bit drunk and went over to see if she had something

but has forgotten what it was.

twirls around while singing loudly, almost falling to the ground as she lets out a laugh. She saw her house nearing and started to wonder_

where she had left her keys.

could hear a soft voice... no, it only sounded soft because of the walls and the distance. Marianne must be coming home. Good, now he could

ask her where that... thing... was.

stops singing when she very gracefully stumbles up the stairs to her front door. She rummaged through her purse trying to find her keys,_

only to find nothing. She pouted and reached out to test the door, beaming triumphantly when it pushed open. "Victoire pour la France!" She_

sang cheerfully as she flounced in to the house and shut the door.

wondered at first if it would be strange for her to find him in her house uninvited but... that was silly. First of all, this sort of stuff_

expected from him anyway. Second, this sort of stuff was expected of both of them.

drops her purse on a table and carefully hangs up a stylish jacket. She slipped her shoes off and hummed quietly before walking in to the_

living room, oblivious to the fact that someone else was in the house with her.

hears her from the kitchen and wanders over to the living room. So it /was/ her making those lovely sounds... "Bonjour, mademoiselle._

How are you this fine evening?"

may have been surprised if she were more sober. She had nearly sat down when he entered and her eyes lit up when she looked over the man_

appreciatively. Not only had she gotten free drinks all night at the bar from adorable young men, but now she got to come home to one as_

well? "Bonjour," She gingerly stepped towards him. "I am much better now that you are here~" He looked familiar, though she couldn't quite_

pinpoint how, though her mind rationalized that someone as beautiful as him couldn't possibly be dangerous in her house, and she obviously_

knew him some how!

loved how her eyes lit up at him; that was always a good sign to him no matter what he was pursuing. "I must say that I feel the same way.~_

I came over here for a reason, but I honestly cannot seem to remember. Seeing your lovely self," his eyes certainly gave her an_

appreciative look, "and hearing that gorgeous voice has made me realize that I found something much better though."

smiled demurely as she sashayed towards him slowly. Her hand raised up and trailed over the side of his face to let the soft stubble_

tickle the back of her fingers. "Normally I'm much more cautious about finding strange men in my house," She began, her eyes flicking from_

her hand to his eyes. "But there is something familiar about you. Surely I haven't forgotten such a handsome face."