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[awesome_lilly]

[OOM: Lilly doesn't like feeling guilty. For one thing, it leads to her doing stupidly risky things in order to make up for the guilt Indy keeps insisting she shouldn't feel.]

However, surviving stupidly risky things and pulling off guilt-assuaging missions can only improve a girl's mood. This is why she's grinning as she comes into the bar, a box in her arms.

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[jack_f_twist]

You know, there's really something about bars that demands the arrival, now and again, or a moody cowboy clearly intent on drinking himself into oblivion.


Well, perhaps not all bars. This one, however, certainly has gained acowboy, moodiness and all, and he sure seems determined to make his way through the bottle of whiskey in front of him on the bar.

[awesome_lilly]

He does, indeed. Lilly spots him and heads over, taking the barstool next to him and setting her box on the bar.

"Hey, Jack. Are you hogging the whiskey again?"

[jack_f_twist]

"Sure thing," he says, without really noticing who's asked, and then he glances to his side and frowns slightly.

After a moment, the frown is replaced by a wry half smile.

"Hey. Good t' see you again."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly studies him, her head tilted.

"I'd say the same, but you look a little, uh, less than your shiny happy best. Everything okay?"

[jack_f_twist]

Weighing the whiskey glass in his hand, Jack considers it, before lifting it to take a swallow.

"Sure 'nough. Just got back from a long drive, though. Kinda tired." It's transparent, but he doesn't care, is too weary to care, and the whiskey's starting to go to his head.

"'choo been up to?"


[ooc: off for a short while for coffee!]

[awesome_lilly]

"The usual," Lilly says, snagging a glass from bar. "Running a brothel, having sex, stealing stuff from Nazis..."

She casually leans over, takes the whiskey bottle, and pours a generous helping in her glass.

"Helping people share their booze."


[ooc: all good! I'll be around]

[jack_f_twist]

"Help yourself."

He pushes the bottle towards her when she puts it back down. Probably best not to drink it all himself, he figures, a little fuzzily.

"Sounds like some pretty excitin' times, there. Nazis, huh?"

[awesome_lilly]

"Nazis," Lilly confirms, scowling as she takes a rather lengthy swallow of her drink.

"I hate those guys. Let's talk about more fun stuff. Oh, how's Ennis?"

[jack_f_twist]

Jack stiffens, and after a moment reaches out to pour himself some more whiskey. It isn't until after he's tipped most of the newest measure down his throat that he shrugs.

"Dunno. Seemed fine the last time I saw 'im."

That fine is almost spat out, and Jack looks at his almost-empty glass in sudden, almost childish, anger.

[payshisdebts]

And there is a dwarf grinning at her; happiness is in infectious, you know. "Miss Lily! Good to see you again." He offers her his most charming (maimed all the same) grin. "A glass of wine? The Arbor they get here is quite fine indeed."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly grins back at him.

"Sure, why not? I have time."

She sets the box on a table and sits down, gesturing for Tyrion to join her.

"How's it going?"

[payshisdebts]

"It goes as it will. I meet strange and interesting people, and occasionally bed them. Yourself?"

Hey, it's a past-time.

[awesome_lilly]

"Lately I've been sticking to a few select strange and interesting people for sex," Lilly says thoughtfully.

She pats the box next to her.

"Most recently, I've been stealing from Nazis."

[payshisdebts]

"What's a nazi?" Tyrion asks with a quirk of his brow.

[awesome_lilly]

"Genocidal maniacs from my planet's history," Lilly replies, scowling.

"I'm not a big fan of them."

[payshisdebts]

"... and who is a fan of genocidal maniacs from ANY planet?" Tyrion asks in retrospect, as he looks over her. "And onto possibly more interesting subjects: What's with the box?"

[awesome_lilly]

"A hat, a whip, a gun, a pouch, and a bunch of stuff written in German."

Lilly pats the box.

"I don't speak German, but I can almost guarantee it's about the owner of said hat, whip, gun, pouch, etc."

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

Antigone's a little wary of being downstairs, but talking with Blodwen helped.

She cranes her neck to catch a glimpse of whatever Lilly's carrying.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly catches the motion and turns to smile warmly at her.

"Hey, Tig. I haven't seen you in a bit. How's it going?"

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

She frowns, picking at her skirts. At the place where a knife used to be.

"Things are all right."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly arches an eyebrow.

"Yeah, that's actually a lot more believable when you're not frowning as you say it. What's up?"

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

Antigone glowers.

"Nothing.

"What are you carrying?"

[awesome_lilly]

"Oh, so clearly not nothing. Especially when accompanied by that look," Lilly points out.

"Want to make a deal? I'll tell you what's in the box if afterwards you tell me what's really up?"

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

She snorts.

Like she really wants to know that badly.


... That's probably why she's rising on her toes to try and sneak a look.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly resettles the lid more firmly and shakes her head at Antigone.

"Nice try, but don't think you can weasel out of our prospective deal just cause you're cute."