sophiosticated women.

[ELIZABETH REBEKKA WEINSTEIN.]

when the sadness gets on top of you
drink a brewski and be merry!

Elizabeth sighed as she looked in the mirror of her small motel room, she was glad that the English army were actually paying for this otherwise she was sure she would be completely out of money by now. But then she did have to pay for her clothes and the repairs she constantly had to do to them, she never got her nice clothes repaired because she didn't wear them enough to need them repaired, she only wore them when she was undercover, although that was happening more and more lately since Aldo had decided she needed to find out more information, she had a feeling they were just abusing her in a way, but then again, she didn't mind, the Germans were dying one way of another, so that made her feel better. She sometimes felt so useless though, she would do all of this detective work while they were out there killing people and risking their lives and she was in a night club, singing and getting someone to buy her drinks. Sure, she was risking something in a way, she spent all her time with the German soldiers, she probably could end up being found out if she got a little too drunk or she had to push one away and she would be shot on sight, but then she didn't think of it like that, she just thought about the way the Basterds risked their lives, they were almost like her brothers now.

Today, she was Juliette once again, going in to the big bad world of Paris, France to face the people out there and in among them all find Bridget Von Hammersmark, and discuss the usual things of life in France, the men that surrounded them and any more plans that they could find to destroy while not getting found out. Bridget knew she was in liaisons with the Basterds so she knew that is was safe to trust Elizabeth and it was even better because she was actually part of the British army officially, just no one knew that because she didn't actually spread it around. Luckily for her, she spoke German and could engage in conversation very well with Bridget, she could also speak English with a French accent if the time called for it or she didn't feel like speaking German, after all, not many French people actually spoke it as fluent as she could. Plus she used not being able to speak German a good excuse to avoid speaking with particular German soldiers, she was a little strange like that, but then again she hated having to be around them because one of them tortured and killed her brother, so she had a little animosity towards most of them. Then there was the fact she was Jewish, something that didn't mix well when around Nazis.

As she sat herself down at one of the small tables in public house, Le Cheval Timide. She always knew pub names were weird and this one would always bring her back to her childhood, the pub back home named The Shy Horse, the same name as this place. She grinned slightly at the bar tender as she looked over at him, her large eyelashes fluttered as she awaited his service. She ordered a bottle of champagne for her and her actress friend as she awaited her arrival. She knew this would be a great time for them because, well, they were women who were stuck in the war, trying to bring down the Germans, but at the same time, they could easily change the subject to the fashion week that had happened in Paris or even the latest news on the hottest actors. She sipped at her glass of champagne, noticing there was next to no one else in here. "Ah, Bridget, I'm over 'ere," she announced with a wide grin as she saw her friend finally enter. She rose to her feet and smiled as she brought her German ally into an embrace, kissing each cheek to greet her.

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our darling heroine ELIZABETH decided to go out as JULIETTE and mingle with the locals. she met up with BRIDGET in the small public house named LE CHEVAL TIMIDE. there they spoke of typical girl things such as her darling OUTFIT and men, but of course they spoke in ENGLISH WITH A FRENCH ACCENT. she couldn't believe it took her SIX HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FOUR words to finally FINISH what she had to say.

[BRIDGET VON HAMMERSMARK]

sitting in the window or standing on the air. something in them cheers the air.

Bridget Von Hammersmark had been to France many times and had been to some of the fanciest restaurants and pubs in Europe, but still her favorite had to be Le Cheval Timide. It was quiet and homey and not too many Germans knew about it yet. The staff were always nice to her and the owner had a good taste in alcohol. It was in a lovely little town sround the outskirts of Paris and everytime she was in the area she made sure she visited. She was in France for a movie premiere and figured she'd stop by once more while she had some time to herself. She had gotten a letter from a friend who wanted to see her while she was in paris and of course she couldn't refuse. She had suggested that they meet in Le Cheval Timide that way she could kill two birds with one stone.

That was why Bridget was now on the outskirts of Paris, looking for a bar. Most would find it odd that she of all people would go to such a place considering that she was such a prominent figure in German pop culture and had always presented herself as a lady but, what most people outside of her inner circle didn't know was that she loved to drink. Mostly hard drinks like beer, whiskey, scotch, none of that frou-frou girly stuff, which was how she had found the bar in the first place. It was another reason why she liked the little bar so much. It was away from the public eye. She had worked hard to make a name for herself as Germany's sweetheart and didn't want to screw it all up now. She stepped out of her cab about a street down from the bar itself that way nobody would know where exactly it was she was going. "Danke." she said to the cab driver before walking towards her destination.

She looked down at her watch and swore. She was fifteen minutes late. "Scheiße!" she mumbled under her breath. She sped up a bit and found what she was looking for. Le Chival Timide. She reached for the door and pulled it open. As soon as she stepped inside she heard a familair voice and smiled. She opened her arma wide and hugged her friend "Et hass peen so long!" she cooed in mangled English. She knew French but not as well as she would've liked. English was easier for her, not as easy as German, but easy enough. She kissed Juliette on both cheeks and smiled once more. She followed her friend back to the bar and took a seat. She needed a drink. "Ein peer please?" she asked the bartender with a grin and turned back to her friend. "So, vat's new vith you?" she asked.

Words: 471
Tagged: Lizzie/Juliette
Notes: Not my best work. I'm still trying Bridge out. ha ha. Germans are hard to play!

[ELIZABETH REBEKKA WEINSTEIN.]

when the sadness gets on top of you
drink a brewski and be merry!

Elizabeth smiled as she set eyes on Bridget, there was something comforting in spending time with a female for once, too much manly contact and she would go truly crazy. She needed to get away from Aldo and Donny every so often otherwise she found herself turning into a beer swilling, swearing, impolite kind of person and she really hated it when she did that. She liked to be respectful and uphold the idea of British people for the Americans but when she had briefing meetings after she had spent at least a week with these people, she was pretty much screwed because she wouldn't be polite at all and they would ask her what was going on and she would complain about being too deep undercover and they would deal with it, what choice did they have, she was pretty far undercover and she was one of the only females in the army and could speak German, French, English and a small amount of Italian. Plus she was well trained in treating the wounded, coming out with technical plans and just pretty good at beating up Nazis.

As she carefully watched the few French men that were in the bar, curious as to why these two lovely women were in the bar, a smile appeared on her lips. Sure, it was weird that two respectable ladies would be seen in such a dive like this, but then again, it was a war, people had to make do with what they had and that's what she truly loved about the war really, it brought people together as a community to help each other out, hide the allies and do whatever must be done to keep everybody around them safe and away from harm. She sometimes didn't know why it had to take a disaster such as this one to bring them all together, but then again, after the war, the citizenship would probably still be there, people would look out for each other for years to come and in a perfect world people would see the error of their ways and this horrible war and it would never happen again.

"Too long in my eyes," she said with a little smile as she took another sip of her drink, watching the bartender slightly. She took her attention back to Bridget and smiled at her. "Things new with me, well, I 'ave not been up to much. I 'ave performed in Secrets De La Nuit a few more times so I think I 'ave secured a job there singing most nights," she said with a little enthusiastic grin. She seriously couldn't wait to get more nights there because it meant she would hear more of the plans of the Germans and she would be able to tell Aldo where they will be and get more of their Nazi scalps. She quickly looked into her glass and smiled lightly to herself, she missed this back home. "We can switch to German if it would make it easier for you," she said politely with a smile and a little nod towards her. "Just excuse the French accent," she said grinning sheepishly.

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our darling heroine ELIZABETH decided to go out as JULIETTE and mingle with the locals. she met up with BRIDGET in the small public house named LE CHEVAL TIMIDE. there they spoke of typical girl things such as her darling OUTFIT and men, but of course they spoke in ENGLISH WITH A FRENCH ACCENT. she couldn't believe it took her FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY SIX words to finally FINISH what she had to say.

[BRIDGET VON HAMMERSMARK]

sitting in the window or standing on the air. something in them cheers the air.

Bridget nodded her head in agreement. "Et has peen too long." she agreed. The bartender brough her her beer and she nodded her head as a sign of thanks. She'd known Jacques for almost three years now. He had been working at Le Cheval Timide for as long as she'd been going there. He was always so sweet to her and he always told her that she was the only German he'd willingly let into his bar. She turned her attention back to Juliette who said that they could switch over to spekaing German if that made her more comfortable. With a sigh of relief Bridget took a sip of her beer and nodded. "Thank you. English is alright but my accent is awful!" she said in fluent German and started to chuckle.

She could speak fluent English, the problem was nobody ever understood her because her accent was too thick. "That's great though, that you've been able to sing there." she said, taking another sip of her drink. She had heard of Secrets De La Nuit, she'd just never been there. "I'll have to come watch you perform." she added. She had heard Juliette sing before and she had a beautiful voice. It was a shame that she hadn't gotten very far with it and was stuck in a night club when she could be hitting the big time. But, that was the price that came with being undercover in the middle of a war. Bridget knew that all too well. She too was a doubleagent but was only approached because she was famous and nobody would've ever expected her to be a double agent.

She looked around and saw two Frenchmen enter the bar. Bridget moved in closer to her friend."So, how are the Basterds?" she asked, lowering her voice. She knew that probably nobody spoke any German besides the two of them but she had to be careful just in case. You never know who's in alliance with Nazis. She of all people would know that.

Words: 338
Tagged: Lizzie/Juliette
Notes: Not my best work. I'm still trying Bridge out. ha ha. Germans are hard to play!

[ELIZABETH REBEKKA WEINSTEIN.]

when the sadness gets on top of you
drink a brewski and be merry!

Elizabeth knew how hard it was to keep accents up really, she would sometimes struggle to keep her French accent on if she had been drinking too much, but for some reason, speaking German, she could keep the German accent on for hours, no matter how much alcohol she drank. She did have a strange English accent come through when speaking German or French sometimes, but that was easily covered by saying she lived in England for a few years of her life and it was tainted by those "swine" as she would put it as to not blow her cover. She needed to be as under cover as possible even if that meant insulting her people; English and the Jewish. She hated it sometimes, always feeling like such a horrible person, but then when she was killing Nazis and scalping them for Aldo, everything suddenly felt right in the world again.

"Yes I noticed," she replied in fluent German, after all, she was English and loved to joke around with the few locals who knew of her background of how bad they're English accents were. Of course, next to here, they were terrible because she spoke the King's fluently and was pretty much the epitome of a posh English person who pronounced every word perfectly. She sometimes understood why people, especially the Basterds, hated her, mainly because she would criticise their poor English, even though they spoke it better than say, a German. Then again, when you put double negatives in near enough every sentence, it would drive her crazy to the point of shouting.

As she spoke of her performances, she nodded a little more enthusiastically. "Yes, you should, plus you can protect me from the rowdy German officers,"

[/color] she said with a little grin. She did sometimes feel a little over whelmed when she was in there because of the soldiers who haven't had any female contact for a while and think it is a good idea to leer at her and hope that she would end up taking them backstage for a private show, if you catch my drift. No, she would stick to singing and although one of her talents, she didn't particularly think she was actually that good, she let people tell her that and just smile. Maybe after the war, once she was out of this place, she could become a professional singer and go somewhere, but who knew?

The mood quickly changed as the Basterds were mentioned. She always felt a little paranoid, as if Hitler was listening in or something bizarre like that. "Killing anything in a German uniform, as usual," she said with a little smirk. You could say she had a personal vendetta and loved to watch the Basterds at work because of her Jewish blood, then again, if she wasn't Jewish, she would still find them disgusting. "But they all seem well, sick of bread, and Donny is getting a little more agitated than usual, but other than that, we're all fine," she said with a little smile as she spoke lowly.
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our darling heroine ELIZABETH decided to go out as JULIETTE and mingle with the locals. she met up with BRIDGET in the small public house named LE CHEVAL TIMIDE. there they spoke of typical girl things such as her darling OUTFIT and men, but of course they spoke in GERMAN. she couldn't believe it took her FIVE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN words to finally FINISH what she had to say. but all i have to SAY is; damn the german XD

[BRIDGET VON HAMMERSMARK]

sitting in the window or standing on the air. something in them cheers the air.

She chuckled and shook her head. It was true. Her accent was quite horrendous. Maybe not in Germany, but in the presence of someone from France or England or even America, it was just awful. She always felt awkward when speaking English or French because she butchered the languages with her thick German accent. It was really quite embarassing. "It's terrible! Nobody ever understands a word I'm saying unless I speak German!" she laughed. It was nice to be in female company after being stuck with the same men for so long. That was the one bad thing about being a double agent, she was in the presence of Nazis almost all of the time. Sure, it helped the Allies but it crushed her social life and irritated her to no end.

Bridget lifted her tankard in a mock toast and replied "Of course, I'd protect you. Those soldiers will wish they've never been born if they so much as lay a finger on you." she joked. She took another gulp of her beer and lowered her glass once more. She sometimes hated being a woman. Men always thought that it was their right to just ahve their way with you and that annoyed Bridget to no end. She'd been in many a fight and had kicked many a men in their privates for refusing to sleep with them. She may be a woman, but that didn't mean she was going to be ordered around like that.

"It must be so rough having to put up with them like that. I'm German and I can hardly take it. I could only imagine how you'd feel." she said with sympathy. She had never met the Basterds but from what Juliette had told her, they all seemed like decent fellows. Not at all like the Nazi swine she had to put up with.

"That's good. We're definately benefitting from them, that's for sure." she chuckled. She had to admit it, she did admire the Basterds, even if they were killing her own countrymen. She took another gulp of her drink, polishing it off. She turned to Jacques and said in her best French"Another beer please?". Jacques chuckled and nodded, and began to fix her her drink. Turning back to Juliette she clucked her tounge in sympathy, "Poor baby. He's probably getting antsy." she sighed. She knew she was getting antsy. She had been waiting for a long time for the British to let her play with the big boys and sctually do something besides get Nazis drunk and sweet talk them into getting her some information. A girl could only take so much.

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Words: 440
Tagged: Lizzie/Juliette
Notes: Not my best work. I'm still trying Bridge out. ha ha. Germans are hard to play!
Lyrics: Pretty Women from Sweeney Todd

[ELIZABETH REBEKKA WEINSTEIN.]

when the sadness gets on top of you
drink a brewski and be merry!

Sometimes Elizabeth wondered if the German soldiers truly believed her stories of living in England and such, but then sometimes they didn't even notice the accent change, so she was pretty okay with the whole thing really. The only time she really ever slipped up was when she had drunk some extreme alcohol or had been drinking all night, but she tended to keep her mouth shut when she was that drunk because not only did she slip her accent, but she tended to tell the truth to people, or become very rude, or extremely flirtacious, none of these were good with drunken German officers. "I can understand you slightly, but I guess it is just easier to speak German, especially since we both speak it with excellency," she said with a little smile as she took a sip from her wine glass. It looked strange that she was drinking wine and another female was drinking beer, but she liked wine. Okay, so maybe she was a little bit of a snob when it came to these things, but then when you think about it, she was raised in a pretty wealthy home with parents who tended to raise her on the finer things in life. But she was a complete snob, she didn't look down on people at all, she was taught to care for everyone, but she didn't think that the Nazis were included in that because when she was taught that, they didn't exist. If her parents could see them now, they would probably encourage her to do as she is doing now.

She settled in her seat a little more, they were going to be here for a very long time and she loved the idea of that. When you're surrounded by angry sweaty men and drunken German officers, you don't tend to have that much girly fun and this was something she needed quite a lot. She needed to go out and have female company for once in this place, hence why going out with Bridget and Sonja was so important to her really. It sounded silly and maybe it was, but then again, you weren't the one who was left alone all the time with these men. She missed her daily sessions with her friends where they would speak about anything and just about everything. Then the war broke out and that was it, all those times were over, she didn't even know if they were still alive or not. "That sounds like a brilliant plan to me. But I'm afraid sometimes they have to touch for me to get the information from them, they are typically predictable which makes it easier for me really,"

[/color] she said with a tiny smirk creeping onto her lips, they were all predictable and that just made her job that little more easier really.

Elizabeth took a slight bow, after all, she was a Basterd herself and she was helping the cause, which was a pretty good one. "Thank you. I just hope our run isn't cut short," she said, a slight tone of fright in her voice. As the saying went, all good things come to an end, but hopefully their end would be the end of the war. As Bridget ordered another beer, she tapped her glass lightly on the table to get her glass refilled with the wine she had ordered before. She took a quick sip of it as Bridget began to speak again. "Yes, I assume he is, we all are really, but hopefully he'll calm down once I've cooked my signature British roast," she said smiling. Another upside of having Germans swoon after you was because you could request food from them and that was always fun.
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our darling heroine ELIZABETH decided to go out as JULIETTE and mingle with the locals. she met up with BRIDGET in the small public house named LE CHEVAL TIMIDE. there they spoke of typical girl things such as her darling OUTFIT and men, but of course they spoke in GERMAN. she couldn't believe it took her SIX HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE words to finally FINISH what she had to say.

[BRIDGET VON HAMMERSMARK]

sitting in the window or standing on the air. something in them cheers the air.

Bridget laughed. Elizabeth was right. They both were experts at German. "True! I must admit it, for an englishwoman, you speak German wonderfully." she chuckled. If Bridget hadn't known her already, she would have never guessed that the singer was English. She spoke French beautifully and spoke German just as well. She was quite talented.

Bridget raised her glass in a mock toast. "And thank God for them being so predictable! Otherwise, you would have never done so well." she joked. Even she sometimes had to put herself in compromising situations when it came to retrieving information. Almost a quarter of the Third Reich had slept with Bridget was sure at some point or had at least attempted to. And even if she hated it, it helped her and more importantly it helped the Allies. And thanks to women like her and Elizabeth, this bloody war will be over soon. Or so she hoped. "I can't tell if I love that they are predictable or if I hate it." she mused to hereself and then took another sip of her beer.

She shook her head. "No, you are all marvelous and I'm sure you'll succeed." she said with a sigh. She just hoped that they would succeed soon. "Speaking of British roast, I would love the recipe for that!" she laughed. She could only take so much struedel and bratwurst. It was nice to be able to laugh again and to be able to just relax after being so stressed lately.

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Words: 302
Tagged: Lizzie/Juliette
Notes: Not my best work. I'm still trying Bridge out. ha ha. Germans are hard to play!
Lyrics: Pretty Women from Sweeney Todd

[ELIZABETH REBEKKA WEINSTEIN.]

when the sadness gets on top of you
drink a brewski and be merry!

Elizabeth smiled, she was taught German by her excellently trained brother to speak German, so she was of course going to be good. Her brother spent around a year studying in Germany where he learnt the language perfectly, accent and everything. When he got home, he trained Elizabeth wonderfully, her accent was almost perfect and she enjoyed speaking German too. "I was taught by the best, so you can only expect the best," she said with a little smile. She kept it quiet on who her amazing teacher was because she did not want to dampen spirits with tales of her dead brother who was tortured by Nazis. Nor did she wish to remember the pain she went through, like she did every time she remembered her brother. He also was the one who taught her Italian, a small amount of Spanish and even Japanese, although she couldn't pose as Japanese, she could pose as their friend.

Luckily, or so Elizabeth thought in her mind, she didn't have the indecency of losing her virginity to a German brute. In fact she lost it to an English gentlemen whom she fell madly in love with, only for him to die of a serious illness shortly after her nineteenth birthday. There was only one person who knew of that fact and that was her brother. She of course didn't sleep with every German officer who came her way, but when desperate times approached her and she was stuck in a corner, she would sleep her way out of it, the easiest way to do it. "Well, at least being predictable we can zig when they zag," she said, quoting a soldier who told her of all the strategies she knew of. He was intelligent, wise beyond his years, but like so many other good men in this war, dead. She knew the Basterds weren't exactly her best friends, but losing another person would kill her for sure, too many were dead and it was about time this war ended.

Finally, the British girl took another sip of her glass of champagne, smiling lightly to herself. "Well I hope so, it would make this war a damned sight easier," she said smiling. Yes, she know what she just said was in German but sounded typically like a British woman, but she could relax around Bridget, so it didn't particularly matter. She was glad she had a friend like Bridget that she could relax around while also being a woman who could enjoy the finer things. Such as food! A smile appeared on those beautiful red lips of Elizabeth as she nodded. "I will write it down for you tonight and bring it right at once," she said, grinning slightly. She could have just wrote it down now, but there were a few things she needed to check, like how many carrots a single woman should cut up because Elizabeth was feeding a lot more mouths than normal people, then there was the fact of the right herbs and the precise combination of salt and pepper. Yes, Elizabeth was what you could call a perfectionist.

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our darling heroine ELIZABETH decided to go out as JULIETTE and mingle with the locals. she met up with BRIDGET in the small public house named LE CHEVAL TIMIDE. there they spoke of typical girl things such as her darling OUTFIT and men, but of course they spoke in GERMAN. she couldn't believe it took her FIVE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN words to finally FINISH what she had to say.