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[howmanynipples.livejournal.com]

Shadwell is lurking by the bar, trying to get some service in this heathen place.

He's really craving a nice cup of tea, but he'll settle for anything that doesn't feature the blood of virgins.



[OOC: If anyone would like to explain the "magical bar" concept for him, go right ahead-- but please can it only be the first person to tag? Love you all.]

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[deserved_it]

Are you kidding? Eustace doesn't even know his cousin and his best friend are dating.

Eustace folds his arms and glowers at Shadwell. "She's told you repeatedly she's not a witch. I suppose she asked the Bar."

[called_lioness]

Oh yeah. Someday he should really, y'know. Find that one out.

"I would have told you that if you hadn't demanded I lift my shirt up." The curse that's muttered under her breath is one she heard from sailors on the Dawn Treader, and one most people who know her would probably prefer to believe she didn't know.

[howmanynipples.livejournal.com]

He glowers uncomprehendingly.

"Ask the bar?"

The bar is eyed now, as if maybe a witch is crouching behind the counter.

[deserved_it]

Eustace rolls his eyes.

"Yes. Try it yourself. Ask for something."

[called_lioness]

"I hope she gets your order wrong," glowering over Eustace's shoulder.

[howmanynipples.livejournal.com]

He glares suspiciously at the three of them-- Eustace, Lucy, and Bar.

"Not tryin' to trick me into incantatin' a spell, are ye? Makin' me sign the Devil's book in me own blood, an' the like?"

[deserved_it]

". . . What are you on about? She just serves drinks."

Bemused -- "D'you think we should get a doctor or something, Lucy?"

[called_lioness]

"Why, do you have a particular hatred of doctors today?" darkly.

She's been mistaken for Satan and told to flash a crazy old man.

She's allowed to be cranky, she feels.

[howmanynipples.livejournal.com]

Shadwell obstinately refuses to get near the bar. He thrusts a hand into his pockets, coming up after a moment with a suspiciously slimy tin of condensed milk.

"Ha."

[deserved_it]

Dubious eying.

"Well, what do you suggest, then?"

[called_lioness]

"...Your parents, actually."





What? Can't you just see Harold and Alberta dealing with Shadwell?

"Of the more here type, well, is there anyone you're particularly mad at for the moment?"

The tea she had Bar create for Shadwell is snatched and cradled.

He doesn't deserve it.

[howmanynipples.livejournal.com]

Shadwell glances between the two of them suspiciously, but is largely content with his condensed milk.

[called_lioness]

And Lucy?

Lucy flees.

Eustace can stay if he wants.

But if he called her a witch one more time, herbal man or not, he'd be soaked in Earl Grey.

The tea? Goes with her.

[deserved_it]

Eustace looks sharply after Lucy, and decides she's probably got the best idea, really.

"Right, you," he tells Shadwell. "Er. Don't do it again, understood? A lady's . . . chest . . . is her own business, and certainly not yours."

And exit, stage left.