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Coffee, for Silvia, suffices when alcohol is inconvenient. It is inconvenient now, because drinking liquor, regardless how light, will bring questions she doesn't want to answer. She's at the bar, hands wrapped around the mug, elbows slumped and eyelids heavy--which, to everyone else, makes her look tired. Hence the coffee, right?

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Parker steps up to the bar and knocks on it lightly. "Beer?" he asks, sounds like he's wheedling, really.

[ ooc: sorry about that; was drying my hair. ]

She shakes her head, not bothering to indetify the voice by sight. She knows who it is. "No. I don't think that will help with my being tired."

"Oh, come on, good beer, good conversation, the inevitable alcohol-induced sleep."

[ooc: no prob, :)]

She offers him a small smile. "No, I'm good. Thanks."

"Well," Parker shrugs. "Beer for me then."

He waits until it's delivered, uncapped and says, "Long day?"

"Yeah. Not busy, but my friends wanted to do as much as they could in a short period of time."

"Working on what?" He sips his beer, spins a little on the stool.

"Shopping."

Parker snorts, covers it and says, mock-seriously. "I'm so sorry. That must suck. What were you looking for?"

"Books."

"A very dangerous venture." He nods. "What kind of books?"

"My friend was looking for a specific book on the history of Chile. I suggested she order it online, but she wanted a hard copy. So we all ran around New York looking for the book."

Parker laughs, "Stubborn friends. Been there." His smile is sympathetic. "Why Chile?"

"Why do people study the Civil War?" She shrugs.

Parker shrugs. He's never been much for history. "Did you get anything?" he asks, instead.

"No. I was there for...browsing support."

"A very honorable duty," he says. "Many good men and women have gone before you."

"I feel sorry for the ones who went to bookstores without chairs or cafes built into them."

"They led a hard life, but someone had to."

"And how have you been?"

"Good." Parker grins and there's something truly happy in his smile. "There's this... thing and it worked out so far. So. Good."

"Would you care to elaborate, or would you prefer it stay secret?"

"Romance," he says eventually. "Is in the air. Spring."

He's still smiling.

Yo, Silvia's trying to avoid that naughty R bug. "It's caught you, too? Who is it?"

Parker raises his eyebrows and says, mock reserved, "Do I seem like the type of boy that kisses and tells?"

"You can never tell who a person really is just by looking at them."

That? Is totally not one of Silvia's talents. The whole concealing things and looking like an average American dual-citizen.

"True," Parker says. "Very true."

Leaning forward he says, "Lawrence." Leans back and drinks some of his beer. Suddenly, surprisingly, he looks a little upset. "But, it's new. So," waves a hand that could mean anything from don't tell to I don't know how long he'll put up with me.

Mmm, brain shutting down, one, two...

"Lawrence who?" she asks.

Parker shrugs. "You don't know him?" He says, "Blonde? British?"

"You mean T.E. Lawrence?"

Silvia's brain is about to go bye bye. It's not that she disapproves or anything, it's just that romances with historical figures kinda cause headhurty.

Parker frowns, a little puzzled. "How do you know him?"

"We spoke. He is not, exactly, an obscure figure in my time."

"No?" Parker raises an eyebrow. "What's he famous for?"

"You've never heard of the Arab Revolt? Or a little three hour film entitled Lawrence of Arabia?"

It's a good movie, preferably in a theater.

Parker shrugs non-committaly. He hasn't heard of a lot of stuff that involve anything resembling a good education.

"Oh. Well, I can't tell you how good he would be as a lover, so...good luck, I suppose?"

Parker snickers, hides it and says, "Thanks and... Without messing with the hero worship," leans in so that he's whispering in her ear, "very good as a lover."

She slighly leans back. "That's good to know."

It's a way of saying "TMI kthanx."

Parker takes the hint and grins, pulling back into his own area on the bar. He finishes off his beer.

"I should get going."

And now that mun is logged in to the right journal!

She offers him a small smile. "Sorry if I was a bore."

"You weren't," he says. "Wouldn't keep coming around if you were."

Stepping off the stool he says, "Next time, I'll bring the sleepiness, and you can bring the alcohol."

Nods and is off.

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