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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie comes from the staff quarters to the bar, carrying his guitar in one arm and a small, black, less-than-pleased-looking kitten in the other. He sits at the end of the bar and places the kitten on the top, fetches some pieces of luncheon meat from the carts, and puts them on a plate for the kitten to eat.

He adjusts the guitar on his lap and play,s keeping an eye on the kitten.

And on the angel.

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[ember_eleven]

Ember comes out of the kitchen and sees David and Bartleby talking, and then Charlie sitting further down. She walks up to Charlie, keeping a concerned eye on David.

"Shade and sweet water, Charlie."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Shade and sweet water, Ember," Charlie replies automatically.

[ember_eleven]

She frowns at the conversation that is happening down the bar. "I see that they're talking."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Yes. So they are." He holds a shred of sliced turkey to Cow. "I'm imagining explosions any second now."

[ember_eleven]

She skritches the kitten behind the ears, puzzled by the slight scent of wolf, but thinking nothing of it.

"Do you love him?"

She doesn't say which him.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie glances at Ember. "Amazing what a difficult question that is," he says finally.

[ember_eleven]

Ember looks back him. "Why is it difficult? You either love someone, or you don't."

[bloodyrockgod]

"If you're not sure how love is supposed to feel, it's very difficult indeed. If what you thought was love is actually just lust, or need, or--other things." He looks at Ember more steadily. "It's terribly difficult, no matter how you approach it."

[ember_eleven]

Ember sighs, and glances down the bar. "Like I told David, the three of you just need to have a good roll in the furs together. And then you can try to sort things out."

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie blinks.

"Er."

Which is to say, he has certainly gone to bed with more than one person because, hello, rock star, but the thought had never crossed his mind to straighten out this particular mess, as threesomes work better when emotion is not involved.

"Er," he says again.

[ember_eleven]

She looks at Charlie. "That's kind of how David reacted, except less with the 'er's."

She tenses up, her eyes back on the argument carrying on elsewhere.

"Why can't Bartleby share?"

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie shakes his head. "I never . . . he doesn't expect to have to, I suppose."

[balletrat]

*Meg grins cheerfully at Charlie, with her coffeecup in hand.*

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie's return smile is friendly but distracted.

[balletrat]

*Meg follows his glance to the kitten, and can't resist a giggle, because to Meg's mind evil kittens are highly entertaining.*

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie is not keeping a terribly close eye on the kitten--is watching the angel and ex-vampire further down the bar instead.

If the kitten is being evil, it will escape his notice for a bit.

[balletrat]

*Meg feels that, in that case, it is rather a good thing that she is watching the kitten. Someone had better, after all. And the angel and ex-vampire are unlikely to go crazy and try to kill Svava, if Svava happens to show up.

In most circumstances, anyways.*

[bloodyrockgod]

Were they having this conversation out loud, Charlie would agree that angel and ex-vamp would not attack Svava. He is more worried about them attacking each other.

And he would simply laugh at the thought of Cow attacking Svava, even though Cow is stalking bits of sliced ham with a focused intensity uncommon in tiny kittens.

[balletrat]

*If this conversation were, in fact, a conversation, Meg would reiterate her conviction that small and cute does not always mean innocent. Meg would, in fact, probably pull out the photos of Paul attacking people with her tutu, which she does as often as anyone gives her a reason.*

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie would remark he's heard about deadly tutu attacks but finds the whole thing hard to imagine, and would like a demonstration.

He would also point to himself and say Small and cute and far from innocent, so he understands that.

However, kittens tend not to be evil, more concerned with tuna and cuddles than death and destruction.

[balletrat]

*Meg, entirely of her own accord, because this conversation is not actually being spoken, pulls the pictures out of her tutu and peers at them with a small smile. They bring back fond memories.

Meg would agree with the comment re: Charlie's lack of innocence. However, whoever said tuna and cuddles couldn't, in the end, lead to death and destruction?*

[ember_eleven]

*And Ember, who is not in this conversation, and can't hear this conversation, would be very amused by it if she could.

Like her mun is.*

[bloodyrockgod]

It is entirely too far out of Charlie's paradigm, if he knew the word, to believe in evil kittens.

He does, however, allow that Cow is attacking his hand like it's threatening the kitten's home and livlihood, which is a bit of a suprise.

"Ow! Dammit, Cow." He growls back at the kitten and bops it lightly on its nose.

[balletrat]

*Meg peers at the kitten and comes over helpfully with a saucer of milk.*

I have a fair bit of experience with evil kittens, you know. WE had lots of feral alley cats and the like back home. *She adds, cheerfully,* Some of them were rabid.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie sucks the bite: the skin isn't broken but the skin is dark pink. "She's not evil. She's cranky. Poor thing wandered around lost for almost a week." He grimaces at the thought of rabies. Perfect.