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[song_tra_bong]

After talking to Gorlim, Mary Anne was in need of a shower and a change of clothes. Thusly, she is back in the bar, hair still damp and no longer smelling of spider slime.

She has a seat at a table and is enjoying another glass of sangria, rocking back in her chair as she watches the room.


[ooc: WARNING--the thread with Ruin contains discussions of sexual behavior, discussions of violence, discussions of violent sexual behavior, actual violence, actual sexual behavior, and actual violent sexual behavior. Read at your own discression. Thank you.]

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[creator_raven]

Raven does not poke at her chair with his boot.

He is also not deliberately attempting to tip her chair over.

He would never do that. Not to Mary Anne.





Right.

[song_tra_bong]

And she is much too dignified to flail.

Certainly too dignified to leap from her chair in the name of her own saftey.


There is not a glaring at Raven so much as blinking.


"Hello."

At least she didn't spill her wine.

[creator_raven]

Raven grins.

This is his innocent face.

Seriously.

"Hello. You are well, I hope?"

[song_tra_bong]

She nods.

"I am."

Gorlim's alright, and she hasn't seen Ruin, so she's alright. Takes very little to make her happy at the moment.

"And you?"

[creator_raven]

He shrugs, still grinning.

"Well enough, perhaps. There are cookies."

Somewhere.



Maybe.

[song_tra_bong]

"Really?"

Somewhere could be under her chair; it would perhaps explain why Raven was trying to tip it over.

She looks. No cookies. Woe.

"Are they hiding?"

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

There was an empty seat at Mary Anne's table before it became occupied by Jack.

"Hey."

[song_tra_bong]

There was indeed. The chair looks much better with a Jack in it.

"Hey!" She salutes him with her glass. "How're you?"

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"Doing all right." One of his ex-girlfriends kindasorta flirted with him via juggling (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/12349877.html). It's all good. "You?"

[song_tra_bong]

She nods.

"Pretty good." She snuggled with another not'sibling who just killed the crap out of some spiders. Sounds like they've both had a nice evening.

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

He smirks. "How about that, we're actually doing all right for a change. I think this calls for a drink."

[song_tra_bong]

She laughs.

"Sure." She finishes off the last of her wine, setting the empty glass on the table.

"Any suggestions?"

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

Mal is...walking.

Likely.

Well, she's moving. Slowly, and stopping every couple of moments to catch her breath.

But in Mary-Anne's direction.

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne gets up and decides to meet her halfway.

"What happened to you, lovely?"

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Sands."

One word, but she isn't angry, just sad.

"Out by the lake. He was hurting, and I...touched his face."

Looks down. "He stabbed me."

[song_tra_bong]

She sets her jaw.

"Cho de," she mutters.

"You gonna be alright?" That's the most important thing right now; giving Sands a swift kick in the balls comes later.

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Sorry?"

Smiles, a little. "I heal fast, I'll be fine."

But she's glad of support.

[song_tra_bong]

"That's something, at least."

She glances over at an empty table, closer than the one she was sitting at originally. "Wanna sit down?"

[ten_of_swords]

Silently, he comes up behind her.

He does not touch her, but he does lean close to her ear, still out of the line of her sight, still quiet as death.

Then, in a low voice, almost a purr, he says, "Still tasting me, Legs?"

[song_tra_bong]

There is a very soft, strangled gasp. You would have to be very close in order to hear it.

And he is very close.

Her knuckles go white where she clutches the glass.

Red wine was a bad idea.

[ten_of_swords]

He reaches over her shoulder, his scent is of gunpowder and lilies, and dips a finger into the red liquid.

Then slowly brings it to his mouth.

"I suppose so."

[song_tra_bong]

(standing in the shower scrubbing blood from her hair spitting blood on the floor the water ran red)

"Hear you had him killing spiders tonight."

Her voice does not shake. She does not shake.

If anything, she is too still.

[ten_of_swords]

"I offered to fuck him against a tree when he was done. He declined. So I decided the spiders were enough and sent him home."

The wet finger moves down her neck before he comes around sit beside her. His eyes seem to glow like molten silver.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly is bouncing through the bar with a stack of invitations. She pauses.

"Hey, I don't know if we've met but I'm Madame Lilly of the Delicate Flower brothel and I wanted to invite you to the launch party tomorrow cause it's going to be pretty seriously hot and so people should be able to witness the hotness and if you'd like to come there's more info on the flier hope to see you there!"

A grin, a flier, and she's bouncing away again. No, she didn't take a breath.

[song_tra_bong]

Blink.


Loooong blink.

She's pretty sure that was all one word.

The flier is studied and she smiles. Never one to miss a party.