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Originally Posted by
Krel Ansell 
Valentin wasn’t sure how he felt about, what did the Americans call it? Pre-eventing? But he wasn’t about to shame anyone for enjoying a drink or two. Still, with Alba’s coordination perhaps he should take the one she was holding away from her. ” Haire,” he carefully took the drink and set it down behind her. ”Com,” he put his hand on her elbow and urged her forward in Milo’s direction. If flirting she wanted? Flirting they would do. ”Start wiv a 'allo. Than monshe-on la prettay flowair.”
In fact, Valentin’s eyes landed on Ronan. Perhaps flirting wasn’t a bad idea…
If only it hadn’t been for the deplorable flower! And Alba’s drunken laugh. Okay, now Valentin wasn’t sure if should let her out of his sight, or if he wanted to get out of the greenhouse himself. Still, the handsome man (Ronan) seemed to be as repulsed or perhaps unimpressed? as he was. Valentin gave him a flirty smile as he raised his drink in a hello. ” How eez zat sméll not botheréng yo?” he asked Alba, eyes still on Ronan. ” Eet smells lik poisse de burgogne. And eet eez banned from beeng transpairted on public transit fair a réason.” Alba had been able to avoid the first round of the smell by turning her head away just at the right time and was able to watch Vale's reaction ... but after laughing so hard and inhaling A LOT of the stinky cheese smell ... it wasn't such a laughing matter.
"You were reacting as if you had actually been hit in the face with something." Alba giggling a big more but then the smell caught her again...
"So I was distracted by your reaction ... but now ...." Alba turned her back on the corpse flower again, maybe if she wasn't directly looking at it she could keep it together.
"This is not exactly a romantic aroma ..... how are we suppose to flirt when we all smell like a dead body?" Alba was certain that her clothes would trap the scent and it would linger forever, she may even have to throw out her brand new dress she bought for this occasion.
"Dead body's do not attract husbands." Alba's mood was souring the longer the smell lasted.