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It's not that Desire hasn't been visiting Milliways: Desire has.
As the Endless is so fond of reminding old friends, this is a bar: Desire never really leaves.
But maybe, just maybe, it's the first time in a long while that the Endless has been spotted moving through the crowd, reclaiming the usual booth.
Desire smirks, sets the cigarette in hand into the blue ashtray on the table and proceeds to get comfortable, shoes propped up on the bench across the way.

So.
How long has it been since you've seen Desire?

[ OOC: Pretty please! I'm attempting to get back in the swing. Ping me at milliwaysdesire before pouncing me, so I know what to expect? Thanks! - Bansh ]

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(That is the castle where Eternity dwells)

For a moment, for him, her eyes glitter greenly. "An unusual name," he says. His own voice sounds rather far away.

Glee!
No sooner invited than taken: She sits in the chair across the way, lit up like Broadway or something, reaching over to the next table to stub out her cigarette. Everything about her says 'giddy' -- she's a silly girl, no doubt, perhaps a little slice of home in the inordinately weird of the bar -- but it's like Jack's been wondering. Why here?

Precicely. Why here? He sits up in his chair, folding his hands on his lap. If she were just some startlet, she sure had an interesting name.

"How long have you been here?"

Tch! No harm at all.

She grins at him as he sits down, idly tossing her head and sending the red hair out of her face: She looks even better up close than she did from leaning over the next booth, and he can imagine he sees a light smattering of freckles across her pale, pale skin.

"Enjoying myself," she answers, voice light and teasing. "Aren't you?"

"No stranger than some found here." Desire nods once, perhaps acknowledging. She doesn't seem to mind that he's not entirely there, using the time to quietly study the former Captain of Ohtori's Kendo team.

Desire gives him a long moment before interrupting his introspection. "I'm afraid you would not have seen me around campus, Saionji. Especially not in the current circumstances?"

"Well, hard not to with so many gorgeous women around," he said. "I like when I have names to go with the pretty faces though, my ravishing red-head, so what's yours?"

Desire pauses and considers: After a moment of introspection, she comes up with a number. "About a year and a half, Mister Driscoll. I came upon the place looking for my sister, and, well -- Here I am!"

She casts her eyes downward at the table. "I haven't really been able to leave the place since."

Of course, what Jack doesn't know -- Desire isn't bound, no matter what the 'Starlet' appears to be saying: Desire hasn't wanted to leave the place for long.

A twitch, in the corner of one eye. "That's very true."

"You aren't wearing the conventional uniform--a new duellist perhaps?" he asks brittly.

"Desire," she offers without hesitation, putting her hand out to Harper. "Feel like returning the favor, or do I have to guess?

She winks.

"Looking for another diversion, are you?"

Desire signals a waitrat and prepares to put in for two drinks.

"And what will you be drinking?"

"Uh...your name's..." He was going to say 'interesting,' but he took her hand and kissed it, then tilted his head in an amused manner and said: "accurate."

"Ah. My sympathies. Did you happen to find your sister?"

The concept of being bound for a year and a half is unsettling.

"Found her here, actually. She's in and out." She offers him a small, smirky smile that could be chalked up to putting a brave face on. "Most of my family, too. It can be nice to see them, sometimes."

"You could say that." She purses her lips, eyeing him. "Is that going to be a problem?"

"Your family? Where are you from?"

"I'm not a part of that anymore," he says coldly. "But if you'd not mind a piece of brotherly advice--End of the World's games are in no one's best interest."

"He'll offer you everything you've ever wanted, but in the end you'll be nothing but his puppet."

Desire grins.

Oh, Saionji, if you only knew.

"World's End and his games are not my concern, Saionji: His promises are nothing. I became involved to protect someone I love."

Everyone thinks they've got a good reason.

"Good luck, then," he says dryly. "It's really not any of my business any longer."

Desire eyes Saionji.
"I'm no longer trying to win Anthy, if that's what you think of me. There's only one person that could convince me to step in again."

"Thank you." She raises an eyebrow at him: The grin hasn't left yet, though, so he's nowhere near getting himself in trouble.
Jeez. Who knew those lines actually worked sometimes? This bar just gets better and better.

"Can I get you a drink? ...Something alcoholic and caffienated, perhaps?"

"Anthy isn't the Rose Bride any longer, anyway, I'm told," he mutters. "At least according to--" (an ignorant peasant) "--some."

She looks at the empty glass and decides, "Another peach smoothie would be nice. Thank you."

Amanda has to think about it, "I'm not sure. It seems that everytime I manage to try to distract myself things go from bad to worse." despite her words she is grinning michievously, "Though I suppose now that I'm bound I should find something to occupy my time." And obviously not the fun kind of bound.

"Long time little see," giggles a voice.

The Youngest Sister is there, with a child in her arms eyeing this strange uncleauntperson she's never met before.

Too long, apparently.

Regulus slides into the booth next to Desire and wraps an arm around his waist, making himself comfortable.

"Hey, you."

It's Del!
Desire isn't certain whether hesheit is glad to see her or not, yet -- although the child in Del's arms does tip the balance. Derry recieves a fair amount of eyeing from her uncleauntperson as well.

"Not so long, Del -- It wasn't a couple hundred years, this time. And Captain Jack says hello."

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