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[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

There is a Mordred in the bar. No badge, just himself in his black jacket and plan pin-stripped pants.

Just himself, drinking. Not steadily, but not slowly, either.

[ooc: tag may be slow, as mun is very tired. But they will come]

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[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Feel like company?"

Random looks rather cheerful, fingers wrapped around his own scotch.

"You're drinking alone. Has to get dull, at some point."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

He glances up.

"If you don't mind me being...well, drinking to feel better."

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Oh, oblivion's comfortable. I don't care."

He settles down, without waiting for further commitment.

"Good evening."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"Evenin', Random. How have you been?"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"I'm good. Back from a half-anniversary trip to Portugal. How about you? Asides from the obvious, I mean."

He takes a sip of his drink, ready to listen or topic change, depending on reactions.

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"Ever spent some time being really happy, things going right, and then it all goes to shit?"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Oh, hell yes."

He takes a long sip of his drink.

"More times than I can count."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"Same. Sadly, it's just happened again. And...still numb, and I hope to stay that way."

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"What's gone batshit?"

He cocks his head, with a wince.

"Anything I can do?"

[shall-go-free.livejournal.com]

There is a man (angel) approaching, step measured and slow.

He smiles at Mordred, setting an empty wineglass on the bar.

"Might I have a refill? Thank you."

He picks up the refilled glass, taking a sip, then settles gracefully on a barstool.

"Hello."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

The prince (ghost) glances at him, and smiles.

A little, slightly mocking, but in a way that suggests that it's more habit then anything else.

"Morning. Or...evening. Or something, lost track."

[shall-go-free.livejournal.com]

"Call it afternoon, then, and split the difference."

Xas holds out a hand.

"Niall Cayley. If it matters."

The last is accompanied by a slightly wider smile.

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure it does. Mordred Ambrosius," and he shakes his hand.

[shall-go-free.livejournal.com]

"A pleasure."

He takes another sip of wine.

"I hope today finds you well?"

His tone is perfectly polite. His smile has a little more humor in it.

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Mordred makes a face, and then takes anoher long drink.

"Not exactly."

[shall-go-free.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry to hear that."

He might very well be.

"Perhaps tomorrow will be better."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"....doubt it. I'll have a hangover as well." Still, he smiles, just a little.

[owendavies.livejournal.com]

Owen's lips tighten at the alcohol, but he says nothing. Mordred is no son of his, after all.

"Hallo, Mordred. We have missed you at Clwyd."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry, sir. Things came up, and I thought it prudent to stay away." He says, voice flat and golden eyes dead.

[owendavies.livejournal.com]

Standing behind the next barstool, hands twisting together anxiously, Owen says, "It has not been easy for Bran, these last months." Not looking at Mordred, he adds, "I am sure it was not easy for you either."

Pause.

"You are welcome, whenever you choose to come."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Mordred laughs, low and bitter and oh how it hurts to hear.

"I...thank you. I will come, and fly, I think. At the moment, though, I think I'd crash."

[owendavies.livejournal.com]

Owen does not ask whether 'fly' is a metaphor.

With the bracing harshness he might use towards Bran, Owen says, "Are you taking care of yourself?"

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"Not at this precise moment in time, no. Wytha's taking the boys back to her world, where they'll die, I might add, so don't exactly feel like. Before that...yeah, I was. Got myself hired on secruity and everything."

[owendavies.livejournal.com]

Three-quarters of this speech passes directly over Owen Davies' head. "A good thing it is that you have a job, but you need to be watching yourself better."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

He draws in a sharp breath, and then looks at Owen.

"How would you be, if one day Guinevere had come back, and taken Bran from you? Because she said watching you and him reminded her of what she was taking from Arthur?"