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There's an Atton inna booth, juggling and, as he always does, failing at it. For once, he doesn't have anything else he's doing at the same time, though he is occasionally checking a datapad tutorial.

At least, he thinks it's a tutorial. He keeps seeing subliminal messages in there. It's a bit disturbing, really.

Ignore the evil icon, he's in quite a good, nice, non-psychotic mood right now. I just felt like using it.

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[velocitygirl]

Inyri is randomly in the bar. With puppy.

She's watching Atton juggle, with an amused expression at how he fails. Hah.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton grins in her direction. This, unfortunately, causes a lapse in concentration which makes all the balls tumble down. Some of them onto his head.

[velocitygirl]

Inyri grins, biting her lip. She wanders up to him, playing with Wyn's ear. "You need better concentration."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"I have good concentration!" Atton protests. It's almost true, in a strange sort of way. "Just ... not with balls." He tosses one up absently, glaring at it when it has the audacity not to land in his hand.

[velocitygirl]

Inyri set Wyn on his table. "Do you mind?" She gestures at the balls.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"I'm not going to be crying myself to sleep at night because I can't juggle them," Atton says cheerfully. "Well, maybe a tear or two."

[velocitygirl]

Inyri picks the balls up, making a face at him. She tosses them in the air, and juggles them. Without mistakes.

She catches them and sets them back on the table, picking Wyn back up. "No use crying over lost balls."

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"Whoop-de-doo for you," Atton laughs. "And they aren't really lost. I'd be silly to lose my balls."

[velocitygirl]

Inyri grins. "I'm good at something, at least. And I'm glad to know your balls aren't lost."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure you're good at lots of stuff," Atton puts a hand out. "Atton Rand."

[velocitygirl]

"Not really." Inyri shrugs, and shakes his hand. "Inyri Forge."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton blinks, shaking her hand somewhat absently and just freezing. He's not entirely sure whether to say 'oh, yes, Wes mentioned you', facepalm or just burst out laughing. So he just freezes, smiling, with only his hand moving in an endless handshake.

[jawaswag.livejournal.com]

Although Gavin doesn't have an entrance post since the mun's apparently too lazy to deal with such today, he is down in the bar. Staring at Atton and the juggling.

From off in the distance, of course. Safely. Because that dance is still fresh in his mind.

It's all very scary to the farmboy pilot.

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Atton sees him, and grins at him, from ear to ear. He's quite eager to see if Gavin will come over. If not, he'll be sure to go over to Gavin.

And then his balls fall around him and he stops grinning to give them small, reprimanding frowns.

But then he's back grinning at Gavin again.

[jawaswag.livejournal.com]

See, it's the grinning that scares him. Scares him a lot more than the dancing and the touching and the talking. Because the grinning reminds him of Wes'. And Gavin's known Wes long enough to know that grinning like that is never any good.

It can only lead to disaster.

Which is why, when the balls fall, he works so very hard to hide his amusement. But a light laugh does let slip along with a small smile.

And then it comes down to hiding at a booth. Safely. Away.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

He can run but he can't hide?

Atton's up, heading over to the booth and peering at Gavin.

"Now, you're not hiding, are you?"

[jawaswag.livejournal.com]

"Hiding?" Gavin shakes his head, looking up from his lomin ale to Atton. "I'm not hiding."



Much.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Ah, good. 'Cos I'd hate to think I'm that bad a dancer." Atton slides into the booth, his grin growing just the tiniest bit broader.

[jawaswag.livejournal.com]

Scary grin. Very scary grin.

"No, uh, no," Gavin stutters out, looking back down at his drink. "You danced really good. Really."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Thanks. Why you hiding then?" He may be poked in the stomach. This is, perhaps, a precursor to tickling.

[jawaswag.livejournal.com]

Gavin inches further towards the corner of the seat. "I'm not hiding from anyone."

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"See, now, I'm sure you looked like you were hiding," Atton grins, but stops poking Gavin. "But I could be wrong. Balls?"

[jawaswag.livejournal.com]

"...balls?"

It doesn't come out as a squeak. The mun swears it.

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"Juggling," Completely innocent as he shows him the three juggling balls in his hand. "Honestly, what else would I mean?"

[jawaswag.livejournal.com]

Gavin grins, looking a little proud that he won the argument. "Thanks!"