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[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne comes downstairs with a piece of paper in hand.

"Bar darling, you mind delivering this to Random for me?"

The note vanishes into Bar's surface and Mary Anne heads out the front door.

~~~

Several hours later, she comes back in looking a little sunburned, but content. She takes a seat at the bar, orders something cool, colorful and alcoholic, then spins around on her barstool to look around the room.

[ooc: As of 1:45 AM eastern time, this post is open for tagging.]

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[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"Your husband?" She gets a raised eyebrow.

[song_tra_bong]

She raises one right back.

"Mhm."

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

He spins the card around so it faces her, the man with ten swords in his back.

[song_tra_bong]

She knows the card (the tattoo the symbol the man) very well.




"He stands for ruin."

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"Really." That soft voice is like silk, smooth and cold.

(this cecil is a traitor men killed for less kit marlowe the playwright is dead killed in deptford)

[song_tra_bong]

"Really."

Hers is like velvet over steel--soft, but with a rougher texture and sharp edges lurking.

"I would suggest you try to avoid him, but that's not always an easy thing to do." The wry cast to her smile suggests personal experience.

"He is very good at what he (is) does and knows how to...play with a person. Suffice to say conversations with him are frequently unpleasant, and can end in swordplay. Which I would also suggesti you avoid, both because he is very good at that as well, and because I would not like to see you bleeding to death or flung into one of the cells."

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"Oh, but Mary Anne, you've just met me," a wicked, edged smile. "Besides. I think your," beat, "husband is very well acquainted with me already."

[song_tra_bong]

"I have no doubt that he is."

He seems to know most of her friends, in one way or another.

"And are you implying I should like to see you bleed?"

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"Just curious about why you would care if I didn't."

[song_tra_bong]

"Well...I tend to assume that most people prefer not to be bleeding, and given that you haven't given me any reason yet for me to desire to stab you, I figured you might appreciate an opportunity to keep your skin in tact and your blood where it is."

Somehow, her tone manages to walk the fine line between casual and 'I wish to shake you until you see reason.'

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"Ah," but it's said with a faintly crooked smile that fills that once innocent sound with things a little more mocking, a little more...

Wicked.

"You often stab people?"

[song_tra_bong]

She smiles back.

"There was a time when it was daily."

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"Pity I missed it."

[song_tra_bong]

"Oh, don't worry," she says.

"I do still try to keep my hand in. Practice makes perfect, after all."

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"Truer words were never spoken, lass."

[song_tra_bong]

"Mhm."

Beat.

"Although, you get more out of practice with a partner."

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

He brushes his right cheekbone, right under the eyepatch. He isn't even conscious of it.

"I've been around long enough to work that one out, as well."

[song_tra_bong]

"If you ever find yourself in need of practice during your stay, I'm happy to oblige."

Ever so helpful is our girl.

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"I shall keep that in mind."

[song_tra_bong]

"Any other way I might be able to help you this fine evening?"

If there is venom or innuendo or both in her tone, who's to say.

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"Another time, perhaps. I have kept you from your...connoction too long."

[song_tra_bong]

"Don't worry about that."

She glances at her drink, so long forgotten as to be no longer desired.

"But I should probably be going all the same. I'll see you around, no doubt. Take care, Kit."

With that, she stands and heads for the front door. And if there was any warning her last words...

who's to say.