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In her usual quiet observsational capacity at the bar, garbed in something simple (http://pics.livejournal.com/3rdtimelucky/pic/00011q0p) and vaguely warm, Goldilocks spots what seems to be a familar face. Before she can retract the welcoming smile or the waving hand of greeting, it becomes apparent that the target is not Shelley after all.

So that leaves a rather awkward hand in mid-air, waving at someone she has never met before.

She could drop it quickly and hope that no-one noticed, though that might draw more attention to her, or she could make it into an exaggerated yet discrete move for her drink (rum and coke)... and all the while, as she considers, the hand is still there, just kind of drooping a bit now.

*Willow notices that the hand seems directed at her and looks confused, since she's never met the person before, but hey, friendliness is always good, especially if the girl isn't a demon looking to suck our her soul or...Ok, new train of thought*

Uh...hi. You waved and I thought...Hi.

"Huh?"

Goldy drops her hand and looks over her shoulder, as if this girl is addressing someone else further down the bar. It's a terrible cover really, but it was worth a shot.

She looks back, apparently bemused herself now.

"Me?"

*Willow shoves her hands into her pockets*

I could be wrong. I didn't mean to bother you. Sorry.

*She decides to go for the friendly anyway*

I'm Willow, though. Willow Rosenberg.

"Oh, no bother at all," she says more brightly. The relief doesn't breech the surface, though she wonders how she actually got away with it, if indeed she actually did.

"Pleased to meet you. I'm Goldilocks."

*Willow smiles*

Your parents had a sense of humor. Mine too. I mean, who names their kid after a tree?

She thinks for a second. Flowers, yes. Colors, yes. Trees, not so much.

"Arborists?" she offers with a cheeky smirk.

I thought ex-hippies. Y'know, the whole "Sunshine", "Daydream", "Moon Unit" thing. But...it's pretty unlikely that my mom was ever a hippie.

"And mine was the exact opposite," Goldy points out. "I like Willow though. It's pretty."

It's not bad. I don't hate my name or anything. I guess your mom was pretty into faerie tales though.

*She indicates the seat next to Goldy*

May I?

She nods affirmatively and even pulls the stool out a little way.

"Not so much into as in," she corrects with a smirk. "Seriously, how many other women have you met with my name?"

Well, none. But people invent new names all the time. I mean, did you hear about the woman who named her twins "Orangejello and Lemonjello"? Or what about "Starquisha"? Weird names are everywhere.

Goldy blinks slowly at the girl's lack of uptake. It's amusing and charming in its own way.

"Yes. I suppose they are. There's a preacher here by the name of Mightily Oats reportedly. That's one of the best I've heard."

Wow. That may beat the -jello twins. What were his parents thinking? Did they want him to go through hell in middle school and high school and college and forever? I mean, even a minister...Could you ever really get used to saying Reverend Reportedly?

"Just: Mightily Oats," she says with another little laugh. "And he's from the Discworld. But it's still crazy."

Discworld? I've read that. Wait, that Mightily Oats?

"I suppose it must be. I haven't read those books. In fact, I didn't know there were any about it—but, I should have guessed."

She takes a thoughtful sip of her drink. "Are they any good?"

They're okay. My best friend really likes them. He used to shove them at me as soon as he was done with them so he'd have someone to discuss them with...

"Maybe I'll check them out. I slept with a mysterious green-eyed goddess from that world recently—perhaps I can get a few insights about her."

You slept with Luck?

*Her voice raises and then drops to a whisper*

Damn.

You can't say her name, she doesn't like it.

Goldy's eyes widen a little. "Well, that explains the dice thing. Heh. Thank you."

You didn't play with her, did you?

*She sounds utterly scandalized*

'Cause...that usually leads to the bad of badness...

Biting her lip and rolling her eyes away guiltily, "I might have..."

But...that's bad. She's very good at gambling what she wants. And she plays with Fate and it gets nasty...

I saw them play once.

Goldy shrugs dismissively. "Well, it was something I wanted too, so everyone won."

"Besides, the actual gambling was on a different occasion, and I'm not exactly what one would term Good anyway. I can handle the bad of badness."