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Lilly is not sulking. Mature dead women of twenty whatever who have stopped counting birthdays because hi, dead, do not sulk.
She might have a back booth, a raspberry vodka and ginger ale and a slightly pouty expression, but it's existentially pouty. After all, when one of your first bar BFFs and one of your first bar boyfriends have just ditched you for heaven, existential pouting is totally appropriate.
It just also sucks.
She might have a back booth, a raspberry vodka and ginger ale and a slightly pouty expression, but it's existentially pouty. After all, when one of your first bar BFFs and one of your first bar boyfriends have just ditched you for heaven, existential pouting is totally appropriate.
It just also sucks.
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*Meg is good, by this point, at reading Lilly-moods. Existentially pouty is totally different from, say, pouty-because-the-ice-cream-ran-out or pouty-because-this-cute-guy-has-a-girlfriend.*
You okay?
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Lilly shrugs, her mouth twisting into something like a smile.
"All the dead Pevensies and most of their Narnian friends left for heaven last week. Good times."
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*Meg's eyes fly open. She hadn't known any of the Pevensies particularly well, but she's well aware of just how well Lilly had.*
I was in Ambergeldar, I didn't even - oh, Dieu, I'm so sorry I wasn't here!
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Lilly takes a sip of her drink, not quite looking at Meg.
"It's okay. I mean. Not like you could have stopped them."
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She can't ever stop them.*
But I could have been here to - you know. Help fetch alcohol and ice cream and other important things, tu sais?
*To be here.*
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"I mean, I had Stampy, but she's even shorter than you are and while her trunk is surprisingly agile, she's totally lacking in opposable thumbs."
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No offense to Stampy, but - you replaced me with a tiny elephant?
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Lilly may be more frightening than most of them, but he bets one of the same things they like will improve her mood too.
"Chocolate?" He offers Lilly a chunk off the bar he's eating. Dark chocolate and orange rind.
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"Yeah, okay. Thanks."
It's not the most enthusiastic gratitude ever, but it's there.
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Or not.
Duo crunches on his own piece.
"Wow. You are seriously underwhelmed. What's your malfunction, sweetheart?"
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Lilly nibbles a small piece of chocolate. It's really pretty good.
"I got dumped for heaven. Again."
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"And yet..."
She sighs a little.
"I don't know if you ever met the Pevensies. Lucy and I were- well. She was my first BFF, other than Meg. And Peter and I had a thing. And their friend Tirian... anyway, they all left together last week like a freakin' heavenly convoy."
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ZorroJoaquin knew a damsel in distress when he saw one, so it was only a moment before he'd moved from his own not!sulking by the door, damn thing still wouldn't open, he wove through the evening crowd, giving a slight bow when he reached her booth, "Miss, not to be too forward, but you seem... out of sorts. Is there anything I might do to help?"This was followed by an almost bashful, though quite charming, smile, "Beautiful women should never have reason for upset."
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She glances a bit balefully around the bar.
"Milliways kinda doesn't. But I'm coping. With booze. You can help me with that, if you want."
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But is that going to stop him now? Hell no!
He smiled again, nodding once and waving a waitrat over as he settled in the opposite side of the booth, "Port for myself, another smile in Lilly's direction, "And you?"
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She glances over, giving the stranger something close to a smile. He's buying her booze, she can make the effort.
"So, what's your name?"
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The smile returned, "And yourself, Miss?"
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She tilts her head.
"If you want titles, I'll have to wait for my refill. I keep collecting more, it's like Pokemon."
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It is while he is thinking that he, already somewhere in the back, catches sight of Lilly.
Well.
Actually her drinks.
Colour the former-playwright/assassin somewhat...confused.
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Lilly catches sight of him and lifts her chin.
"If you're here, I'm seriously doubting you've never seen alcohol, girls, or booths before. Which caught your eye? Because you can have some of the booth or the booze, but not the boobs."
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"I'm not interested in your breasts, girl, lovely as I'm sure they are. But your drinks..."
He pauses.
"Now they are different."
His voice is soft, English.
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"This?"
Lilly lifts her glass.
"Raspberry vodka and ginger ale. Tasty, refreshing, tiny bit sweet, goes down like water. You should try it."
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"I know the fruit, but not the alcohol."
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Lilly waves at a passing waitrat.
"Hey, two more of these for me and- sorry, what's your name?"
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