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There's an Endless in the bar.
It's shocking.
Desire. In the bar. Who would have guessed?
... Well. Perhaps anyone even vaguely familiar with this particular Endless, but that's neither here nor there.

Desire seems to be without intent this evening, just staying at the usual table, smoking the usual cigarette, and a simple glass of champagne in hand.

An undirected Desire is a bored Desire.
Bad news for anyone who wasn't looking to become Desire's evening entertainment...

[OOC: I've had to slowtime because I'm out of practice -- I'll get back to this!]

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If she did not, totally and utterly, belong to Destruction...Suzi would be one of Desire's toys.

However, the mark of the Younger Brother is on her in so many ways that it is almost impossible to see her as anything else. Almost.

Tch. As far as Desire's concerned, all of mankind (and then some) is a toy.
Desire has also never paid much mind to 'not your affair' in terms of the Endless, either.

Suzi earns herself a quiet glance of thoughtful scrutiny.

[OOC: Gah, doing this so much tonight -- I'm sorry, not familiar with your canon. Yet! Any chance you're on aim?]

She starts to beam back, then tilts her head and says "You're one of Destruction's...um." peer. Peeeeeer. Pause, "family member."

"Siblings?" Desire offers the word with a sing-song lilt, grinning that sharp-edged smile. "Is it that obvious?"

"You look both Sime and Gen, and you zlin Post Transfer." She says with a shrug, "And he zlins like shedorni. Yes. It really, really is."

"Tch. Sounds like I got the better deal on what I zlin like, however."

Wink.

"Um hm. You're very, very slightly less scary than he is." She says with a wry smile, "Um. Probably a two on my top five list."

Desire's lips purse slightly, not letting a laugh escape.

"And whose company do I keep, that high on the list?"

"Destruction, you, the End of the Universe, Dexter Morgan, Jack Sparrow, Hephaestus." She says, promptly.

"Tch. Jack's perfectly harmless."
(When you're an Endless, anyway.)

Desire sits forward with a grin. "At least I know the company is good. -- And why do I scare you, praytell?"

"No he isn't." She argues, "He almost killed me the first time we met, and then he gave me psychospatial disorientation after he got me drunk."

And its followed by a look, "Because I'm really, really not stupid and I know what you could do to me if you wanted to."

There's a moment of silence that could almost be considered stunned.

And then Desire laughs. Hard.

"Oh, Suzi. Honestly. No business in the bar, surely?"

"I don't think its business to be what you are." She says primly, "And even if it was I don't think you're really the kind of, um. You. To listen if you felt like not listening." She's afraid of Desire.

This doesn't mean she's going to hold her tongue.

Oh, but here's the one that would really bake her noodle: Who says Desire wants her to hold back?

During her explaination, Desire is kind enough to quiet the laughter to a small, half-silenced giggle: When she's done, Desire offers her a wink.

"Clever. Not that I'd ever think of breaking the rules -- Terribly fond of this place, as I'm sure you can imagine -- but that's definietly a clever piecing together."

Desire finishes laughing in favor of lighting up a fersh cigarette.

"So. How has a clever sime like yourself ended up here?"

"I was stolen." She says with a frown, "And I can't go back." Bitter, oh, bitter is her voice now. "If it wasn't for Whistler, I would have died." She is not speaking metaphorically.

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