ext_84453 ([identity profile] watcher-g-man.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2006-02-28 05:48 pm

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Giles was vaguely aware of the bar time. But wasn't aware of it being Mardi Gras, or what that might mean.

So the costume was a slight surprise.

"Bloody hell, not again!" He grumbled as he noticed the change.

Cue one Watcher pirate heading to the bar for some rum scotch tea.

[identity profile] tea-and-honor.livejournal.com 2006-02-28 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Has to have the parrot beads. Yes, yes he does.

Ako has good aim, too, so unless he dodges well theres a string of parrot-beads sailing through the air and circling his neck.

Arrrr.

[identity profile] tea-and-honor.livejournal.com 2006-03-01 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
Shifty eyes left...shifty eyes right...invasive kissing!

Its the British thing. She just can't resist the stuffy British types. Giles should exchange notes with Merriman.

His fault. He talked.

[identity profile] tea-and-honor.livejournal.com 2006-03-01 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
If she were a dog, her tail would be wagging. But Foxes don't wag. No. Not at all. They...sway. Or have happy butts.

"Hello! Its Mardi Gras! Eat, drink, be merry! It could be worse, you could be in three feathers and a sequin, arrangement optional!"

[identity profile] tea-and-honor.livejournal.com 2006-03-01 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
She gives him a once-over, tilting her head at an angle that humans just can't do, and then stating firmly,

"Yes, you are a little young for that."

Do not ask about the mental image in her head. Life is better that way.

[identity profile] tea-and-honor.livejournal.com 2006-03-01 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
She's got him beat by at least 1950 years.

"Quite welcome!"

[identity profile] tea-and-honor.livejournal.com 2006-03-01 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
"No. I am the Honorable Lady Ako, Nine Tail Kitsune of Furhold."

That constitutes his warning. All of his demon-study days should kick into high gear and come up with "Chaos Spirit/Demon. Sometimes benevolent, always mischevious".

One last intensive snog, and she's off again! Dinner, you see, and plot afterward.