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[river_meimei]

"Pink," River says to the bar, solemn and earnest. What she gets is, indeed, just that: a drink that looks like some kind of smoothie, smells of several different berries, and is a mildly unnerving shade of bright pink. The spiral straw in it is a complimentary shade of unnerving purple.

River beams, and takes it carefully in both hands. She turns away from the bar to head towards a booth, to tuck herself under the table and sip happily.

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[river_meimei]

Desire is such a brat.

"Yes please," River says with great dignity.

[true_desire]

And Desire knows it.

With a smirk, Desire's face disappears from view as the Endless's feet come down, righting in the chair: Contrary to the usual, Desire is barefoot, and those pale feet go pacing off toward the bar.

It isn't long before the brat returns: The new drink is a lovely shade of blue.

[river_meimei]

It's approximately the color of an embarrassed Smurf.

River eyes the glass dubiously, but accepts it.

[true_desire]

It would have been awkward otherwise, no doubt.

Desire doesn't seem to notice the look, instead resuming the earlier configuration on the booth bench.
That is to say, bare feet in the air, and looking at the underside of the table.

The andorgyne's lips purse momentarily, reading the rough scrawls ... and then gets a wicked grin, pulling a small, thin jackknife out of a pants pocket.

Desire's adding something to the words of wit.

[river_meimei]

The blue drink tastes... well. River's expression isn't quite clear, for a moment, before it resolves into satisfaction.

(It tastes of blueberries, and mint, and the faintest winding hint of cardamom. And perhaps peaches, or perhaps that's only the subliminal scent of the Endless draped languidly along hisherits bench.)

River takes another sip, and watches the Chinese characters take form.

Desire... was... here.

[true_desire]

... Was she expecting Shakespeare, perhaps?

Desire still has the room to compare her to a summer's day, but it's likely the Endless won't think of it.

There's a pause while the androgyne examines hisherits handiwork, and then the gold eyes flicker in River's direction.

[river_meimei]

Shakespeare, Li Bai -- you never know.

River sips her drink, rather than comment.

mmmtasty weird blue drink.

[true_desire]

Even upside-down, the twist of Desire's lips is unmistakable: The Endless smirks, and sets to adding something else to the beginning of the work: It now states that River and Desire were here.

... Desire clearly cheated, since it wouldn't have been grammatically correct the way it was originally written.

[river_meimei]

Desire? Cheat? Perish the thought.

"Performance art," River says solemnly.

[true_desire]

"If you like."

Desire always thought the carrot ballerina was more performance art, personally.

The Endless lights a cigarette and idly smokes, still viewing the world upside-down.