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Le Chiffre is noticing a distinct increase of females in the bar recently. He is feeling somewhat of a lucky minority. Oh woe is he at being spoiled for choice.

Currently though, he is not hitting on people, he's actually behaving himself and sitting with some half picked at salady thing and now book reading. But more so with the peering over the book than the actual reading.

"I see you got off lucky this time," says the scowly woman approaching him.

"Excuse me?" Comes the only response, lowering the book just enough to look blankly over at the scowling female. Usually this is not a good sign and he considers preparing himself for a slap.

Flatly: "I'm Simon. Simon Skinner."

That quick twitch of his features may or may not have been him resisting the urge to laugh, but even then he can't help but smirk lightly. He is a good friend. ".. Have you had a haircut?"

There's the feeling that he could say a dozen little things in response to that, but the only one he gives is the expression on his face. And in the icon, incidentally.

Okay, he can be serious. Right after he's done with the laughing, or lack of, seeing as he's trying very hard not to.

"Dare I ask how?" The salad he's been picking at is suspiciously pushed away.

Skinner jerks his head in the direction of the FREE MINTS. FREE MINTS of DOOM, maybe.

"That's the last time I'm eating anything freely given here."

"A m-- woman such as yourself should know that everything comes at a price." The salad can come back now, it's his friend again. Just no mint flavoured things for Le Chiffre until this all dies down.

"..Even free mints, apparently."

Skinner eyes the salad, then Le Chiffre. It's not acting that keeps the scheming off his face; it's basic survival and the mannerism that come from being a killer for 20 years.. Just you wait, Le Chiffre. You'll be eating your salad, or your soup, and suddenly it'll be minty and delicious and splort! he's got breasts.

"Yes. Of course. How foolish of me."

A strategically placed throat clearing hides the thread of a chuckle, attempting to gain an air of sincerity away from all the smirking and childishness of before. It doesn't work too well.

"You look good, though."

Skinner narrows his eyes.

Any subsequent dismay he feels is well-disguised, because, well. He just noticed. He thinks Le Chiffre looks good, too.

"Thanks."

"You're most welcome. See, there's some good things to come from this, after all. At least you've still got your memory. And now you can attract men while remembering things."

Eventually, Le Chiffre will stop finding this funny. But it might take a while.

"Piss off."

Oh snap, Skinner said a bad word!

That just gets a smirk and highly over acted look of shock.

"Such crude words, I didn't expect them to come from a fine lady like yourself."

Skinner just makes a face at Le Chiffre, turns, and walks away.

Moments later, he accidentally trips and falls while walking past Le Chiffre.

"Fuck!" he calls out. It hurts, yes, but it was sooo worth it. Because now Le Chiffre has a mint hidden somewhere in his salad.

He is very sad that he no longer has his friend to ~~piss off~~ talk to, but he gets over it pretty quick. Especially seeing as there are still plenty of attractive ladies in the Bar to stare at. It's not that he's not a really good bff, but Le Chiffre doesn't show much concern over Skinner's passing trip, possibly because he's too busy ~~staring at women~~ reading to notice and then going for his salad once more.

It's not a bad salad, after all, all Bar food is made very well, but it does have an odd minty flavour to it which he didn't remember it having-- Wait a second. "Shit.."

Yes he is eloquent in his impending 30 seconds of up and coming doom. Hi thar lady boobs.

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"Hrmf."

This is the first time in a long while that Skinner has not had something eloquent to say.

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"Never accept anything free offered here, girl--you are a girl?" he asks, leaning in closer. Normally this move would be to get a better look at the other person, but as it's clearly obvious that Ana is now a man, there is no logical explanation for Skinner's actions.

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There is a faint, faint, faint trace of a smirk on Skinner's lips. "I was in your position not too long ago. Except it was an apple, not a mint."

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Skinner either coughs, or laughs. It's hard to tell. "Compared to last time, significantly more. I lost my memories during my first food-related curse."

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"Skinner. Simon Skinner."

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"I suppose it's the pecker, isn't it?"

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"Pity." One may have the impression that Skinner's not inclined to help Ana, there.

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This time, Skinner does audibly laugh. It's a very short laugh, though. "An accurate description of my feelings at the moment."

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"I could buy you one, if you'd like."

Skinner is being nice.

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"Absolutely."

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Huh. Curious. Even in this form, he's got wine lover written all over him. He's not sure if this says more about him or her.

"Red."