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[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Today, Random is the sort of 'sociable' that is, quite plainly, 'distract me from what I'm thinking about before I shoot something.'

In him, it manifests as a regal, quiet stillness. The sort of still that Cesar was before he looked out at the gladiators and flicked his fingers idly and said 'this is boring, let the lions into the arena.'

It's a good cover for the frustration, actually.

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[scion-of-amber.livejournal.com]

The thing about covers is that so often older siblings know what they are. A regal, quiet stillness is far better then the poised, banked fire stillness that is all that Fiona can manage, but, still.

Resting her chin on her hand, she watches him with her normal detached amusement.

"Hey, Random."

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Fiona."

He doesn't quite snarl it.

Then sighs, and holds up his hands apologetically. In a milder tone;

"Sister. Evening."

[scion-of-amber.livejournal.com]

[ooc: sorry for the disappearance, RL suddenly went unbelievably shit.]

She blinks at him.

"Evening. Not a good one?"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Could say that."

He laughs, without humour.

"A month would be more accurate."

[ooc: no worries. everything okay? slowtime if you need?]

[scion-of-amber.livejournal.com]

[ooc: I may be slow, but...no, threading is good.]

"Oh, dear." She looks at him closely.

[namo]

He's tired.

But he's happy.

Námo frowns at the tea Bar produces, then sets it back down.

And spots Random.

"Good evening, Random," he greets quietly as he approaches.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Evening."

His tone is quiet. More cagey than Namo will be familiar with.

[namo]

He raises a brow.

"Are you not well?"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Fine. Thank you."

He smiles, tightly.

"Really."

[song_tra_bong]

And there is, a few tables over, a blonde attempting to employ 'if I don't see him, he doesn't see me' logic.

The success rate of this tactic is not terribly high.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Oh for fucks sake, I know you're there."

He's too tired.

"Yes, I'm the one who told him about you and the card. I'm glad he left you. I'm sorry for you, but I'm glad he left you. He has responsibilities he couldn't afford you to compromise. That's all."

[song_tra_bong]

"He told me it was you," she says, looking at him finally. There is a surprising lack of venom in her tone

"And it's...(not alright but I think) I understand."

She takes a sip of her drink--tequila. Big surprise.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"I don't love him. I don't love anyone in my family. But I respect him."

He cocks his head.

"I didn't lie."

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Well, you look happy."

Mal's long since ceased to play with the cat, and is flicking a knife in one hand.

"Something wrong?"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine."

A polite, empty smile.

"Thank you. You?"

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

Eyes him for a second, debating whether or not to ask.

"I'm fine. Had a birthday the other day."

Pause.

"You sure? I'm okay if you need to vent, and I've had practice being a target if you need to work out frustrations."

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Steadily;

"No."

The 'thank you' is implied.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

TACKLE OF ARENA LION DOOOOOOM.


Oh, yes, this is a Gorlim. Minus shirt. Distinctive lack of scars.

Yo.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Argh!"

Normally he'd catch.

But not today.

Today it's off the barstool they go.

"Christ! Gorlim!"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"Just Gorlim. Not Christ." Pause. "At least I hope not. Lazarus maybe." GRIN. "Hi Random."

Random asked for the arena lions.

Now he's pinned by one.

Kitty pwnage, bitch.

Sorta.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"What the hell are you on?"

Just. You know.

"You look like you've been carbonated."

[misterparker.livejournal.com]

"Pink elephant, anyone?" Parker asks, sitting across.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Do they come with french fries?"

Inquiring minds want to know.

[misterparker.livejournal.com]

"No. But we can order fries," Parker flags down a waitrat.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"I knew a woman with an expression. When it's raining, the clouds'll clear up when there's enough blue sky to make an elephant a pair of pink pyjamas. Probably a different elephant."

He shrugs.

"She was a little crazy."