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A curvaceous blonde goddess walks in and smiles. It's been too long. She moves gracefully over to Bar herself and lays a fond hand on her surface.

"Hello dear, remember... oh..."

A tequila sunrise appears bext to her hand, and she grins broadly.

"Thank you dear, knew I could count on you."

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Much too long. Or he would certainly think so.

"Hello Easter," He smiled, languishing at a table nearby.

Easter beams and takes her glass over to his table.

"Hello Rupert, how have you been?"

((OOC: The mun apologizes for dissappearing, oh so much.))

Sly smile, "Much better now. How have you been?"

She laughs softly, green eyes glinting.

"You flatterer... I've been well enough, considering."

She pouts a little, it's autumn...

He normally is, but faintly more so tonight.

He glanced out back idly, "Oh yes, the seasons. But it'll be spring again soon enough. And it's always spring somewhere, isn't it?"

She's a goddess, deities are always suceptible to flattery.

"True enough, other countries, other worlds, but not where I am, here and now... and I'm cold."

She does pout prettily.

"Distract me? What's been happening here?"

Another slow, sly smile, and he shifted his chair over next to her.

"Well, I can think of ways to do both." Putting his arm around her.

He added, "Oh, more arrivals. Did have a bit of bad business with a magical clock causing earthquakes. Almost destroyed the bar. But that was taken care of in time."

She tosses her hair a little and leans slightly towards him.

"I didn't think anything could destroy this place, not seeing as it survives that every night."

She gestures towards the observation windows.

"And there's always new people, some more interesting than others."

"Came very close," Giles admitted with a hint of his more typical gravity when it comes to matters of doom.

His hand rested against her arm, and idly tracing patterns there. He rested his head lightly against hers.

"But there was a large group of us working to stop it, and things are better now. Some of the new arrivals are interesting."

Brief dark expression about someone in particular.

"Some are not so much interesting as they are trouble."

She smiles a little at that.

"Always trying to save the world..."

She shifts slightly to look up at him.

"Someone you're familliar with then?"

"Well, that does go along with destiny, yes," He smiled back at her.

Giles then added with a very dark look to his eyes, "Unfortunately, yes. Very much so."

She raises an elegantly arched eyebrow.

"And this person is trouble to you, or trouble to the bar in general?"

She may not be a war goddess, but she can protect those that are hers, in a sense.

"He worships Chaos. He believes in causing trouble for all."

She frowns in ernest now.

"Oh, one of those... never good."

"Yes, for some decades now. We had something... of a falling out as result." Briefly looked a bit shirty and tense at that.

"Sorry, would rather take my mind off such troubles," He said.

She reaches up and laces her fingers loosely with his.

"I don't blame you, after all, this is the place we come to get away from out troubles, isn't it?"

He tightened his fingers slightly upon her, and he leaned down, his breath warm against her ear.

"Yes, it is."

A slow smile spreads across her face as she tilts her head just a touch for easier access.

"And it's not nice for some silly chaos worshipper to come in and ruin our fun..."

"Not at all nice," He quietly agreed as his free hand touched her cheek before leaning down to kiss her.

And she opens to the kiss easily, bring one arm up to rest on his shoulder, fingertips brushing gently across his neck.

"This is nice though..."

"Extremely..." He murmered, almost purring before he deepened the kiss. Something rather possessive in the manner of how he pulled her closer. His arm drew down around her waist, while his other hand cupped the side of her face.

A possession, no, she doesn't belong to anyone; if there's anyone who can lay claim it's her, but she'll play along. Besides, he was good at this. She slips her arms up to wrap around him, one hand sifting through the short, soft hairs at the back of his neck.

It's something in his own nature. Especially the darker side. But only in moments like this, when the blood runs hot. And yes, he was very good, and an excellent student and teacher in many ways.

His lips leave hers, only to nuzzle, kiss, and occasionally nip and lick. Sometimes at an earlobe, teeth briefly touching. Sometimes at her neck.

She chuckles softly, she doesn't mind too much. It is a give and a take, her gifts, a little for this, a little for that, and most of the time, it benefits all parties involved. And when his blood runs hot... it warms her, and that is enough for now. She arches gently against him, offering more.

And he was oh so eager to take more, and offer more in return. He lowered his mouth toward her collarbone.

Now, just a matter of convincing them to move the party out of the bar. At the moment? He wasn't exactly caring about the rules, or letting himself from being distracted from considering them.

There are some rules she cares about, others... not so much. Still, if they were on one of the couches it might be different, but the chairs aren't the most comfortable spot in the world, even when he's doing so very well at distracting her, his mouth teasing delightful trails across her throat. And she is pleased, but after a while, she tightens her hands in his hair, tugging his head up so she can kiss him again.

"Maybe..."

Oooh, he really liked that pulling actually.

He lifted his head after breaking the kiss to peer at her, "Maybe...?"

She'd thought maybe he would. She smirks a little, she'll remember that.

"Maybe we ought to find a place a little more comfortable?"

And she leans in again, nipping at his lower lip, still smirking just a little.

The man's got his secrets, but yeeeeah, this is Rupert aka Ripper.

"Hmmm...? Oh, yes, I suppose." He nipped back at her lip some more.

"If we have to..." Oh dear, was he almost sulking?

She shifts suppenly, pushing him back in his chair and landing squarely in his lap, facing him.

"Well, we don't have to, but we wouldn't want to go making everyone jealous, would we?"

Oooh, hellooooooo goddess!

Giles just grinned back at her, sounding a lot less Giles-like.

"Sod 'em."

Easter just laughs out loud, and bends to kiss him long and hard.

Giles kisses her back equally forceful and passionate, gripping her tightly.

He finally breaks the kiss to remark.

"On second thought... it's a private party. Why should they get a free show, eh?"

Instead of getting up right away, or moving her, he tries to lift her so she can stay where she is. While he then starts carrying her toward the stairs.

Easter giggles girlishly and wraps her legs around his waist, she's rather easy to cary, all things considered.

"I think that is a very wise observation, Rupert dear."

And as they disappear upstairs, he is just heard in a lower voice, "Call me Ripper, luv."

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