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[spiked-drink.livejournal.com]

*blinks as he steps through the door*

Sodding hell. Didn't think there were any afterlives like this.

*makes his way to the bar, sits down and looks in some confusion at the profusion of drinks and apparent lack of staff*

*pretends he didn't really want a drink anyway*

Anybody in here up for a game of poker?

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[spiked-drink.livejournal.com]

Ah. I don't suppose we could just forget the bit where I sort of insulted you, then?

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

*takes a coin from behind his ear. On one side is the moon, on the other, the sun*

Flip for it?

[spiked-drink.livejournal.com]

*looks taken aback, then a smile spreads across his face*

I think I do like you, Lady. All right, we'll flip. But I have something of a racial aversion to the sun, so I'll claim the moon.

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

*flips the coin, but makes no move to catch it. It falls onto the table, landing on its edge, and she breathes on it, making it spin*

I guess we shall have to see.

[spiked-drink.livejournal.com]

*the coin slows to a halt, still on its edge*

*suspiciously* Did you do that on purpose?

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

*smirks*

[spiked-drink.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Well, then. If you're going to cheat...

*deliberately tips the coin so that it falls moon-upwards*

No hard feelings, Lady?

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

No. You play like I do.

I approve.

[spiked-drink.livejournal.com]

Do you know what this place actually is? There was an angel in here. And she said it wasn't heaven. But it obviously isn't hell either.