anything you can do i can do better +elizabeth+

[SGT DONNY DONOWITZ.]

oh show me the way to the next whiskey bar. oh, don't ask why.

Donny Donowitz couldn't take being cooped up in the Basterds camp any longer. The only human contact he had had for the past couple of months had been with the Basterds, Elizabeth and Nazis. The Basterds were alright, they were like brothers to him and he would glady take a bullet for any of 'em. The Nazis didn't talk much and Elizabeth was a bit of a pain in the ass. He needed to get the hell out of there. He shook his head and continued to walk through the currently lonely streets of Paris. He had heard about a nearby nightclub that was supposed to be the bee's knees.

He had snuck out of the Basterd's camp and decided to give it a go. They had nothing planned at the moment and he was dressed as a civilian so nobody would know who he was. Besides anyone who had ever seen him was either still at the camp or dead so he was in the clear. It didn't take him long to find the place he was looking for. He pulled his cap a bit lower on his face and double checked to make sure his revolver was still in his pocket. He would've preferred to bring Ol' Louie with him but a revolver was a bit less conspicuous then a baseball bat.

Satisfied that he had everything he opened the door and wlaked in. It was pretty crowded a lot more crowded then he would've liked and there was way too many Nazis for his liking but they were all drunk so it didn't bother him too much. Right away Donny spotted the bar and strolled on over. It had been ages since he had a nice brewski. The only alcohol he'd had in the past couple of months was some of Aldo's moonshine. Now moonshine was alright but, you could only have so much of it.

He took a seat and turned to the bartender, "Um, une bière svp?" he asked in his bets French. The bartender gave him a look but fixed him his drink anyway. Donny always felt more comfortable with his Italian then he did his French but he knew it and he got his beer and that was all that mattered. He took a sip of his drink and his face instantly lit up in a smile. God, it was good.

The announcer announced something about some chick who would be performing. Juliette something or other. For some reason the name was familiar to Donny but he wasn't sure why. He put his drink down and turned to the stage to see who this Juliette was and why her name rang a bell.

Words: 450
Tagged: Lizzie/Juliette
Notes: xD
Lyrics: Alabama Song by the Doors

[ELIZABETH REBEKKA WEINSTEIN.]

i hate everything about you,
yet my heart still calls your name.

Elizabeth stood backstage and awaited them to announce her before she could come out onto the stage and begin her set. She didn't want to begin her set because that meant wolf whistling German soldiers and dribbling fools, but then again, she was hoping to get some more information. As she heard her name announced, she slowly put on that false smile of hers and walked out on to the stage. She stood there, smiling and happy when she saw all the drunken men, ah, they were so easy when they were drunk. She began her powerful and soulful singing, singing in fluent English with a French accent because that was the only time they didn't boo her, they couldn't stand her singing in French, the only people who liked her singing in French were the few more intelligent German soldiers who could understand the language and did find it a little seductive almost.

As she sung, her eyes scanned the audience slowly, taking in every face that was there so she could pick out her victim a little easier, she usually went for the person who was the most drunk. That's when her eyes came to rest on a familiar face that almost made her want to jump from the stage and strangle the idiot. Was he really that stupid to expose himself in the middle of a German infested night club? She didn't react to it physically because it would give her away, she knew she would just have a quiet word with him after she had finished the last song. She didn't understand Donny sometimes, she really wished he would listen to her words of advise, like when she says things like 'don't go into the town alone', but no, Donny had to be the typically annoying Bostonite or whatever you call those people from Boston. In reality, he was just another stupid yank really, she never really enjoyed the company of Americans, although she didn't mind a few of the Basterds, maybe it was just the way she was with Donny.

Finally, the last note of the last song rung through the club and everyone cheered and whistled at her. She took a small bow and stepped off of the stage, being careful not to trip or fall. She finally sat herself at the bar and smiled at the bartender. "Put it on my tab," she said in her fluent French as she nodded towards Donny. She then turned to Donny and smiled slightly, trying to keep up the façade that he was a nice civilian, although she knew his French was terrible. She leaned in as if she was seductively whispering in his ear. "What are you doing here Donatello?" she asked him in English as quietly as possible but with a very angry tone in her voice, always calling him Donatello when she was pissed off with him.

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once upon a time ELIZABETH decided to go out, disgused as JULIETTE just to have some fun. she went to SECRETS DU LA NUIT and met up with DONNY DONOWITZ on the off chance of having some fun. she finally FINISHED what she had to say to him in around FOUR HUNDRED AND EIGHTY TWO words. she wore one magnificent OUTFIT and was making sure she always spoke FRENCH AND ENGLISH.

[SGT DONNY DONOWITZ.]

oh show me the way to the next whiskey bar. oh, don't ask why.

Donny watched as the girl walked on stge and suddenly regretted going out. Of course with his luck the mysterious singer turned out to be none other then Elizabeth Weinstein. Perfect. He closed his eyes and prayed that she wouldn't notice him. He opened his eyes again and found that she s was staring him down from on stage. With an embarassed grin he waved to her and turned so that his back was to her and she couldn't see how annoyed and embarassed he was at the moment. He took another gulp of his drink, he was defiantely going to need it.

When she finished up he applauded like the rest of the audience and to his dismay saw her come over to to where he was sitting. He had never seen her so angry before and he had seen her angry and he had seen what she did when she was angry and really wasn't liking the fact that she was angry at the moment. She said something he didn't understand in French to the bartender and then took a seat next to him. He took a deep breath and tried to act natural. How was he supposed to know she would be here? She said she was a nightclub singer but she never said where. "What are you doing here, Donatello?" she whispered in his ear. With a small grin he put his hands up and said in his best French accent"Suprise!".

He had hoped he wouldn't run into anyone he knew that night and have his cover blown and right now running into Elizabeth would probably get his cover blown. He flinched as she called him Donatello. God, he hated when she did that. She sounded like his mother. She shot him a death look and he sighed. "Well, if you must know. I'm here to make sure things don't get out of hand and that you're safe." he whispered back, this time in English. Nobody was paying attention so he assumed it would be safe to start using his native language again. "Aldo sent me." he added quickly and made a mental note to talk to Aldo later and try to get him to cover for him if she started nosing around.

So far his night of relaxation wasn't as stress free as he had hoped it would be.

Words: 390
Tagged: Lizzie/Juliette
Notes: xD
Lyrics: Alabama Song by the Doors

[ELIZABETH REBEKKA WEINSTEIN.]

i hate everything about you,
yet my heart still calls your name.

Elizabeth sometimes wondered if these guys were actually trained in the army or whether they were just plucked off of the street and told they could be soldiers. Her brother was a soldier, a real soldier, he trained for years and he trained her, she didn't think herself as a soldier, but as someone who knew what they were doing. Some of the Basterds could be very unprofessional, but then sometimes they could be professional, they just confused her to no ends. She knew what her mother would say in this situation with Donny; he's a nice Jewish boy and I want to say Mazel Tov some time soon. She knew her mother too well, and she did miss her words of wisdom, but sometimes those words were just something to get her married quicker. Elizabeth was twenty nine now and knew that she was a little passed marriage, instead she was going to live through this war and grow old alone, well, if she made it through the war.

If he wasn't such an imbecile, the was he said surprise could have been quite cute and in a normal situation a smile would have crept onto her lips, but she was undercover, she had to stay that way and cute looks didn't get Juliette smiling. He then stated that Aldo was the person who sent him, she kind of doubted that as she knew Aldo would risk her cover being blown, but then again, she didn't know Aldo that well so maybe he did. She glanced around, no one paid attention to the conversations, people only watched actions and if she was going to spend the night with this 'gentleman' she would have to make it look good. She leant into him with a flirtatious smile upon those red lips of hers but if you were Donny, you would see the slight hint of anger in her eyes still. "Fine, but if you set on foot wrong tonight and blown my cover, I will hold you personally responsible and I will be sure to make you pay," she whispered back into his ear.

She finally sat herself down on stool next to him, making sure that if anyone was watching they would believe she was flirting with him. "Just play along," she muttered under her breath, either they could play out this charade in the night club or they could take a trip into the back room and she could have a rant at him, the second probably wasn't such a good idea. She smiled up at him as if he was her date and chuckled as if he had just told her the joke of the century. She ordered herself a glass of wine and watched as it was poured, she was going to need a lot of alcohol to get through tonight, she could feel it. She sipped at it lightly, she couldn't suddenly lose her lady like behaviour around the Germans. She leant into him again, placing her chin on his shoulder as if she had chosen the man she was spending the night with, the guy herer knew how it worked. "I've spent the last six months with none of your help, what made you all suddenly worry about me?" she asked in a whisper, just in case someone was listen. She lingered, trying to make it looks good, she had to stay as close to him as possible to make this look good.

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once upon a time ELIZABETH decided to go out, disgused as JULIETTE just to have some fun. she went to SECRETS DU LA NUIT and met up with DONNY DONOWITZ on the off chance of having some fun. she finally FINISHED what she had to say to him in around FIVE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SEVEN words. she wore one magnificent OUTFIT and was making sure she always spoke ENGLISH.

[SGT DONNY DONOWITZ.]

oh show me the way to the next whiskey bar. oh, don't ask why.

For a dame, Elizabeth was pretty smart. Now, Donny wasn't sexist but most of the women he's put up with (aside from his mother, of course) were all airheads. That was one thing he liked about Elizabeth, she actually had a brain. It didn't suprise him much that she had seen through his bullshit. It sucked but she was pretty crafty. He had thought he did a good job bullshitting.

"Relax, doll. Your secret is safe with me." he teased in French, pretending to zip his lips closed. She leaned in towards him which freaked him out a bit at first but then when she told him to play along he understood. She was trying to act natural and keep the Germand from copping onto the fact that he was an American. Another smart move on her part. "Alright, Eliz-I mean Juliette." he said, nervously covering up his tracks. Already he almost slipped up! She said she'd make him pay if he fucked up. With a sly little grin he moved closer to her. "You'd make me pay, eh? How exactly would you go about doing that?" he asked with a wink. He loved making her angry. It entertained him. Plus, she was rather cute when she was angry. Not that he would know....

He nodded his head as she lectured him some more. "Well, I've spent the last six months doing my thing. I had the night off and figured I'd spend it with you. You should be happy." he joked. He made sure he said thing instead of "bashing in Nazi's heads" just in case the Gerrys knew French. He caught a Gerry looking at him and turned back to Elizabeth. "Why don't we go somewhere a bit more...private?" he asked, darting his eyes towards the Nazi so she knew why he was so anxoius to leave. God, Germans were so annoying.

Words: 313
Tagged: Lizzie/Juliette
Notes: Ha! Way to be smooth, Donny.
Lyrics: Alabama Song by the Doors

[ELIZABETH REBEKKA WEINSTEIN.]

i hate everything about you,
yet my heart still calls your name.

Elizabeth would never understand the emotions she felt when she was with Sergeant Donowitz because there was clearly something more than a professional relationship between them. She didn't like him as a friend, there was nothing she could connect to, he was a big, manly Bostonian who kind of believed he was a gift to the earth, she on the other hand was a quiet little British girl who was just on a path of revenge and destruction. They seemed to connect on some kind of level, even if it was just loving the feeling of getting the other one angry, but something deep down made her always protect him and even make sure he is feeling okay. It was weird, but this was war, nothing normal was going to happen during it.

Attempts to keep from rolling her eyes were futile, but at least she was good enough to only do it slightly. He almost called her Elizabeth, but she let it slide, she wouldn't make a big deal out of it because he had covered it up well and no one around them appeared to notice, instead, they were drinking themselves and not paying attention to her as she, to them, had already picked her date for the night. She shifted slightly in the seat to get a little more comfortable as she looked at him, wondering the best plan of action at the moment. "I think I would have to make you endure washing duties, and I do not just mean the dishes, I mean all of the men's clothes, and you would have to follow the strict instructions to clean my clothes, or you would have hell to pay," she said sternly as she looked at him. She knew how much he hated instructions and rules, but he hated doing chores just as much. A deep dark corner of her mind wanted to make a crude joke, but she refrained as she needed to uphold her British stiffness.

Her eyes watched him closely as he made his joke and smiled back, chuckling politely as if she was entertaining him, really, that joke was slightly funny. She had never been one to admit it, but she enjoyed her time she spent with all the Basterds, including Hugo with his silence. "I guess I am. I probably would be happier if I was not surrounded by these drunken Germans," she said a little quietly. She didn't exactly want him to hear, because, well, in a strange way, she had admitted that she was happy to see him. In a way she was, Donny was someone who could protect her from these Germans by acting like she as his, if she ever stood up to them, she would most likely be shot. On top of that, it was Donny, she hated to admit it, but she sometimes enjoyed his company. "Privacy sounds wonderful and I know just the place," she said in her perfect French, she wanted to get out of here because Donny's French was terrible and being around these Germans always made her uncomfortable. She had a private eroom in the night club and no one disturbed her in there, so they would be fine. She offered him her gloved hand, awaiting him to take it.

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once upon a time ELIZABETH decided to go out, disgused as JULIETTE just to have some fun. she went to SECRETS DU LA NUIT and met up with DONNY DONOWITZ on the off chance of having some fun. she finally FINISHED what she had to say to him in around FIVE HUNDRED AND FORTY SEVEN words. she wore one magnificent OUTFIT and was making sure she always spoke FRENCH.