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*Sirius enters from the kitchen, carrying two plates which he sets on the bar before clapping his hands for attention*

Ladies and Gentlemen and other assorted beings, I'd like to announce the beginning of Happy Hour here at Milliways. Tonight's specials are -- urk, did someone bleed on the carpet in here? -- in the drinks category we just purchased some very nice wine, and fruit mixers are on special tonight. For eats, we have the usual deep-fried paradoxes, as well as some fish, at the request of one of our patrons. The grilled grouper sandwiches with fried green tomatoes appears to be some form of American dish, but I'm sure Gil will do it full justice.

Also, Perdita has acquired a cittern from somewhere, which is apparently some kind of stringed instrument and not a migratory bird as originally thought. She'd like to know if anyone has any special requests for music.

The Lake Party has been tentatively scheduled for Wednesday evening, just before sunset, to carry on into the wee hours of the morning. Food is free for those who come help pack it first, the beer will be cheap, and the lake should be perfect for swimming.

[ooc, if anyone has any major issues with Wednesday, please let me know -- it seems the best day all round.]

Dionysus will be in charge, please direct your questions to him; I'm going to have a light evening WHILE IN NO WAY ACTUALLY TAKING THE NIGHT OFF. Therefore you may NOT TRASH MY BAR. Is this understood?

Oh. Good.

Carry on then.

*picks up food and grabs two mugs of hot cider in addition, carrying them to a shadowy corner where Kassandra is waiting for him*

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::she laughs, very hoarsely, not a laugh in fun, and lets her fingers travel up his wrist::

Her most Serene and Holy Highness, Kassandra, Priamos' Daughter, of the Lion House, Priestess, Lady Privy Seal, and Virgin of Apollo Sun Lord.

...but for the last part.

'Skandra, you might call me, 'Skandra. It means... beloved? Bright one?

I have seen Harry. I like him, as he is, as he will be. He -- reminds me of you.

That's a lot of name. Even I haven't got that much name, and I'm a Black, we specialise in having long names. I've got three middle names. I like 'Skandra, though. *warm smile*

Harry as he...will be? *looks vaguely hopeful* When he's...grown. When he lives his life...?

::she nods, and puts aside her empty mug::

There are... if you ask the gods, they will...
favors.

I could not change it, for my brother. But Harry -- a boy -- his fate was not full-spun.

You love him. I had to.

::she leans across the table, and kisses his chin::

*captures her chin in one hand and bows his head a little, catching her full on the mouth in a warm kiss*

*pulling back* Thank you. *voice cracking just slightly* He was...everything...

*warm look* I have more now. Thank you.

Oh. Oh, you are...

:: she kisses him back, more boldly ::

Sirius? Please? Not...here?

Hmmmm. *glances around at the chaos in the bar* No. Not here. *takes her elbow and tugs her gently to her feet*

Privacy. My room, hm? *rubs a thumb across her cheek* A little water for you, and some sleep for us both.

*leads her through the bar protectively, almost as a guard dog, until they are in the relative peace of the back rooms.*