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[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

After moon-walking up to the bar and giving a little "owww!" to end a cringe-worthy rendition of Bad, one blonde Fable decides that she's had enough of all this song and dance crap. That's why Goldy is now sitting at the bar with a strip of duct tape over her mouth—self-imposed, for the good of all the patrons. A little hole has been poked through the center of it.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

And coffee through a straw.

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[twiststheblade]

Miho slips onto the barstool next to her, trying very hard to keep a straight face. She very nearly succeeds, too.

There's only so much. . . distraction one girl can provide, after all.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

The rolling eyes sum up her feelings toward... well, everything really.

[twiststheblade]

Lip quirk.

Nose wrinkle.

Milkshake.

In that order.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Unsurprisingly, audibles are limited. An unamused grunt is stifled successfully. Eyebrows angle together, at least making half a scowl.

[twiststheblade]

Miho quirks one eyebrow back, over the rim of her milkshake glass. She, too, has a straw, although in her case, it's because she just looks to darn cute with a milkshake mustache.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

A little coffee disappears up Goldy's straw.

An answering eyebrow arches upwards; questioningly perhaps. But who the hell knows?

[twiststheblade]

One eyelid drops in a hint of a wink, before she touches a finger to hre lips, and smiles gently behind it.

Miho, perhaps, thinks that this was a good idea.

She needs no duct tape. . .

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Goldy shrugs half-heartedly. More coffee. Then the familiar bubbly slurping sound that comes when suction meets an inadequate level of liquid.

[pendragon-son.livejournal.com]

Well, desperate times may call for desperate measures, but now Goldy has a fourteen year old boy staring at her.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Once she notices him, she mimics his stare, as if there's nothing at all wrong with what she's doing. Hasn't he ever seen a chick with duct tape across her mouth, drinking coffee through a straw?

[pendragon-son.livejournal.com]

Considering he is from the Dark Ages?

No.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Keeping a slightly narrowed eye on him, she wrinkles her nose and shrugs.

[pendragon-son.livejournal.com]

He's had a long day. The regent gave him his dead father's sword, he had a vision, and now his brother is going to kill him because Sulwyn kissed Melehan instead of Melou.

Still clutching the sword, he just blinks and tilts his head.

"Um. Should I...ask, miss?"

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Lowering her lashes, she shakes her head quite vehemently, then points at one of Andrew and Xander's posters (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/11814607.html?thread=489065935#t489065935).

[pendragon-son.livejournal.com]

"..."

Bar, meet Melehan's head.

Slightly muffled,

"my day has been too weird for this."

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

She nods accordingly and pats the empty stool next to her, inviting him to take a load off if he should be so inclined. There's more of a smile in her eyes now.

[ncdcas-cable.livejournal.com]

On he other hand, when a 17 year old Nathan sees Goldy, thge first thing that flashes into his mind isnt anything remotely as innocent as song-prevention. And then he is wondering where his memories came up with the scene that is in his head. And then he is too busy headbarring and blushing really purple to think anything else.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Goldy cocks her head and lifts a heavily curious eyebrow.

[ncdcas-cable.livejournal.com]

He blinks, sees her, sees the ducttape, gores red again and headbars again. From that position, he waves, and a muffled "hello" comes out.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

She waves tentatively. That's about as much greeting as she can muster, still being a little suspicious of his mild acts of masochism.

[ncdcas-cable.livejournal.com]

He eys her, and keeps from seeing the images in his head againa nd nods, tentatively.

"Erm... is there a non-private reason you are wearing ducttape, or should I ask at all?"

The blush is still there, yep.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

She jerks an thumb over her shoulder at one of the warning posters (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/11814607.html?thread=489065935#t489065935). Admittedly, it doesn't actually explain much. But it's a start.

[ncdcas-cable.livejournal.com]

He blinks at them, then at her and then at them again...

"Something to do with those? You pissed off a demon? You met a demon? You dont want to meet a demon?"

He eyes her, keeping any and all images out of his head. Being a telepath ion a place like Milliways isnt that great a thing somedays.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

She shakes her head. Then her shoulders droop and she sighs resignedly.

Inch by grueling inch, the tape is unpeeled from her mouth, complete with a pained grimace. She should really have thought this through a bit better. When she's got it about half off, she tries to explain in from one side of her mouth, ready to press the covering back down if necessary.

"The demon's very presence makes people involuntarily dance and... sing like a bird released." To be fair, she almost captures Noel's dirty vocal stylings, but she clamps the tape back before any real damage can be done.

She raises both eyebrows and holds her hands out helplessly, as if to say see?.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Can I go back one tag? Brain fart on the brother/cousin thing, and she wouldnt have made that mistake. I'm just a dumbass.))