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[redhorserider.livejournal.com]

The corner is dark and stagnant, reeking of dried blood and hot steel. She crosses and uncrosses her legs, sighs, and takes another drink of her dark red wine.

It's a slow night for War.

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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Is this seat taken?

[redhorserider.livejournal.com]

She raises an eyebrow, though you probably can't see it in the low light. "It is now." She kicks it out.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom sits down, unusually graceful; his good breeding is showing tonight.*

[redhorserider.livejournal.com]

"That one's not mine." An elegant finger points to a bruise on the side of Thom's face.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Shit happens.

[redhorserider.livejournal.com]

"Shit happens to you a lot."

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Doesn't seem quite fair, does it?

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne is thinking of home, and at first suspects the smell is just the product of an overactive imagination.

She wanders over to the corner, the smell getting stronger as she approaches. When she sees the booth's occupant, things make a little more sense.

She smiles. "Hi there."

[redhorserider.livejournal.com]

A sharp smile back. "Hi yourself."

[song_tra_bong]

"Haven't seen you around in a while," she says, with just the right hint of disappointment.

"Mind if I sit?"

[redhorserider.livejournal.com]

"Not at all." Her boot kicks out the chair across from her for Mary Anne.

[song_tra_bong]

"Thanks." She drops gracelessly into the seat.

"How's tricks?"

[redhorserider.livejournal.com]

"You know how it is: so many bullets, so few targets."

[kayip.livejournal.com]

The smell draws Behrooz's attention - it's kind of hard to miss for him - though from his slightly startled gaze, it might not have been exactly what he expecting.

Though, he does continue to eye her with faint suspicion.

[redhorserider.livejournal.com]

Only a faint glow of orange can be seen from the spot where eyes should be.

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Somehow, that his own eye color isn't so different makes this even more unsettling. He still strains to see what isn't there for a moment, or what is; scent is more reliable than sight. But it doesn't really entirely answer it.

Instead, he takes a moment to settle on, "What... have you been... doing?"

[redhorserider.livejournal.com]

"What, no hullo?"

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz blinks, as though the smell itself had been enough of a conversation starter, and shrugs. "Hello."

Beat. "Were you going to answer?"

[redhorserider.livejournal.com]

"I recently was lit on fire. You?"

[misterparker.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Red," Parker says.

[redhorserider.livejournal.com]

"Hullo, Parker." A sweet (malicious?) smile.

[misterparker.livejournal.com]

"Buy me a drink?" he says.

Head shaved, bruised, he looks like a scene from a war movie. He also looks vibrant.

[redhorserider.livejournal.com]

"Do you ever buy your own drink?" She asks, amused.

Eyeing him she says, "You look like shit."

[misterparker.livejournal.com]

"I feel like shit," Parker says. "And not if I can help it."

Some of the bruises might be a lot fresher than the rest.

[redhorserider.livejournal.com]

"So, had a good time in Mexico then, did you?"