AIN'T NO PARTY LIKE IROH'S TEA PARTY CUZ IROH'S TEA PARTY DON'T STOP! [Active][Open]

[whitelotustea.livejournal.com]

Character(s): Iroh, OPEN OPEN OPEN
Content: Iroh hosts a tea party at his joint. Conversations ensue.
Setting: The Golden Turtle
Time: Mid-Afternoon, Week 31
Warnings: Will update as it goes.

A few more strokes of the broom against the floor shoved the last plumes of dirt away into the bare streets. Iroh twirled it from one hand to the other and placed it away in the corner of the room, flooded with sunlight and warmth. "All ready!" he announced with excitement, looking over the front door banner that read WELCOME TO THE GOLDEN TURTLE TEA PARTY!

[ooc: Party style threading. Comments are considered exclusive conversations, so reply to the actual comments instead of the entry if you want to be a part of that conversation. Iroh will be by your table shortly. ]

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[therightcurves.livejournal.com]

Her eyes drifted closed as their hands linked and she gave his hand a squeeze. "Oh, Jecht..." Shaking her head, she withdrew her hand and stood up, putting the necessary distance between them again. "I can't -- You wouldn't understand, okay? It's for your own good." She backed away, heedless of any observers as she risked one last look at him, eyes full of pain.

"I'm not worth it. Trust me on that." She turned to make her escape, all thoughts of tea completely gone.

[finalfayth.livejournal.com]

"H-hey," he pushed his chair back, rising to his feet, and arm outstretched in her direction as she fled. "Wait. Wait!" he dodged through the tables of customers, waving in and out as he made his way to the exit, reaching forward in one last attempt to stop her from leaving. "What are you saying? I wouldn't understand... how do you know unless you try me?" A brief pause. "What if I say you are worth it? That I'm not just gonna give up?"

[therightcurves.livejournal.com]

He was able to take hold of her wrist as she burst open into the sunshine of the street outside. Ponytail swinging, she twisted to look at him with quiet anguish she struggled to contain. "Then you're a bigger idiot than I thought," she said, voice low and rough with emotion. She turned away quickly but not fast enough to hide the glitter of unshed tears in her eyes as she wrenched her hand away from him and fled into the crowd of people walking past.

[finalfayth.livejournal.com]

Jecht stayed put this time, following her until she was out of sight. He stood there, in the light of day, the crowd working its way around him. His gaze fell, looking down at the hand she'd pulled away from.

She didn't want this, either. Now he was sure of it.

Epilogue

[whitelotustea.livejournal.com]

Iroh had brought by two cups of steaming hot tea he had nervously worked through as quickly as he could. He knew there would only be a matter of time before some manner of drama would arrive in his shop and it was the last thing he needed. He wanted to do a favor for Megara, especially in the wake of her latest business troubles. This new character that had come into the shop looked to be almost equal in burden to her. He could only do so much for her without also attending to all the other customers in his shop.

By the time he had wheeled around to the table with a tray for the cups, the seats they occupied were empty. He sighed, shook his head, and offered the tea to the next table over, free of charge.

Under his breath on the way back to the kitchen, he muttered under his breath, "Where did you go?"