Snippet #1767465

The night was cool and the wine tasted sweet upon his tongue as Xavier sauntered about the fairgrounds. Bottle in hand, Xavier wandered the circus, enjoying the smells of fresh grass, fried foods, liquor, and even a faint trace of blood (some of the acts got violent). Xavier had been part of the Cirque de la Lune for over two centuries, and yet the sights and sounds of the circus hadn't lost their charm. The news that they were staying another night didn't surprise Xavier, for they had a good flow of customers tonight. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if they stayed for a week. Taking another swig from the bottle of wine, Xavier paused, trying to decide which way to go. He decided on west and walked off to see if he could find anything of interest. Shouldn't be hard, I am at a circus, after all.

After walking for a few minutes, Xavier happened upon Delilah sitting at a table, a bottle of liquor and several shot glasses next to her.
"Bonsoir, ma chère! And how are you on this delightful night?" Xavier sat down near her at the table. He took one last swig of the wine, emptying the bottle. He tossed it into the air, dramatically pointed at it, his hand in a gun gesture, and the bottle disappeared in a puff of smoke along with a small pop. Xavier looked back at Delilah, With a slightly devilish grin on his face. "I seem to have run out of wine, would you be willing to share some of your fine-looking liquor with a poor, still sober soul?"