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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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"Definitely," he said, a little wide-eyed, clinking his glass against hers.

"So..." He scratched the back of his neck. "What kinda aphrodesiacs are you currently using on me? Some kinda pheromones? 'Cause that'd definitely explain this righteous, tingly buzz I'm feeling right now."

Desire laughs. "I'm not, and I didn't put a thing in your drink." She gives him one of those universally known signs that essentially means 'scout's honor.' "You're just being effected by what I am, Harper."

"And what is that, exactly?" he asked, curiously.

She grins. "Just Desire."

This got a sly look. "You, ah, wouldn't happen to have a sister? Pale, pretty hot, goes in for that whole goth look?"

"Matter of fact, I do." She offers him a grin to match that sly look. "You've met Death, I take it?"

"I called her a bitch and she didn't kill me on the spot, so I guess you could say we're at least friendly," Harper admitted.

"She doesn't much like having to work here, so she wouldn't."
Desire's teasing. Really.

"And she has her moments. I seem to drive her to quite a few of them, actually. Older sisters -- What can you do?"

"So you...like Death, you are Desire?" Harper clarified.

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