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*Rather than returning upstairs after getting her glass of water, Elizabeth decided to remain downstairs and watch the entertainment that was Lord Morpheus and Lady Tere's drunken revel.

She took a seat in a booth, and made herself comfortable. Lounging comfortably, she watched the proceedings with great amusement.*

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*once Tere is safely in her room he comes and bows to Elizabeth*

Good evening, Miss Bennet. I trust you were amused?

*a smile lurking at the corners of his lips*

*She smiles widely in reply.*

Good evening, Lord Morpheus.

Yes, I must own that found myself exceedingly diverted, my lord. You are quite the dancer.

Much practice, Miss Bennet.

*he sets the scotch down on the bar and requests coffee. Strong coffee, black.*

How did you sleep?

Well, when one is able to claim ten billion years of experience, that is only understandable.

*She takes a small sip of her water.*

I slept well, my lord, I thank you. I suffered no nightmares, even in the absence of the key you so generously bestowed upon me.

The waltz has only been in existence for several hundred.

*he points it out mildly, then frowns slightly*

Did the key become lost? Do you need another one?

*She smiles.* That is still several hundred more years of practice than I possess, my lord.

*She flushes slightly with embarrassment and worry as she answers the Dream Lord's questions.*

The - the key has not been lost, Lord Morpheus. I pray that you will not be angry with me when I tell you that I have transferred its custody from my care to that of a friend. I shall be returning to my own time for at least a brief duration tomorrow evening and I - I felt my friend needed the benefits of the key more than I.

No worries, Miss Bennet. It is your garden key, to do with as you wish.

*he smiles, and shakes his head*

I am not offended.

*She nods.*

I am glad, my lord, for I had feared that you would be so. Hardly had the key been in my possession before it left for a new holder. I would not want for you to think that I cared not for your gift.

The best dreams are shared ones, Miss Bennet.

May I wish you luck on your trip home?

*he sips at the coffee, wondering if Endless get hangovers. He hopes so. His headache would be worth Death having one. Probably. Hmm. Maybe not.*

*She smiles, somewhat sentimentally.*

In a literal or metaphorical sense, my lord?

I thank you for your good wishes. I believe I shall need them, along with whatever luck I am able to muster. There is much to which I must attend, and I know not whether I will be able to return to this place. I certainly hope that I shall.

And how are you this evening, Lord Morpheus? I daresay you have had a most eventful night.

Purely metaphorical, I am afraid.

*he laughs softly, and sips at his coffee*

I am rather remarkably drunk. Which is indelicate, but obvious. I do not tend to do this, but one doesn't argue with my elder sister.

Constantine stood her up.

So I am drunk, had a lovely dance with Lady Tere, and am still desiring to set nightmares howling and clawing at Constantine's brain.

But if one must choose a particular manner in which to read that statement, my lord, I believe metaphorical to be the best.

*She toys with her water glass.*

Your sister seems a charming but forceful woman. I am sorry to hear of her disappointment. For her sake, I shall hope that Mr Constantine simply found himself unable to arrive this evening as planned, and did not purposefully abandon her.

Your affection for your sister, however, does you much credit, Lord Morpheus.

If you should like, my lord, I could try to locate Peter. He is quite gifted where relief from intoxication is concerned.

*a small nod*

I would appriciate that, thank you.

Death is, indeed, charming but forceful. Should it turn out that Constantine was delayed by issues out of his control I shall not be upset.

As upset.

If I may be so bold, my Lord Morpheus, a word of warning from one of the female persuasion. Should you wish to retaliate against Mr Constantine, it would be advisable to first obtain your sister's explicit permission. We women scarce like to be crossed, and I should not think that your sister would be one to be gainsaid. She may not truly wish for harm to come to Mr Constantine, despite her present disappointment.

*She smiles mischievously.* I should hate to see you drawn and quartered by your own sibling.

If you will excuse me for a moment, I shall locate Peter.

*She rises, and looks around the bar as she steps clear of the booth. Within moments, she spots Peter leaning against the bar proper. She raises a hand in greeting, and calls over to him.*

Peter! I was hoping you would be in evidence. Would you be so good as to join us, and bring a vial of your tonic?

Unfortunately, no one wishes Constantine dead.

However, you are quite right. I shall not touch him unless she says I may.

*he rubs his forehead and closes star-eyes. Oh, yes. Far too much alcohol.*

Peter hastens over to where Liz and Lord Morpheus are sitting, with a clean teaspoon in hand that he snagged on the way over. As he bows and greets the two, he looks at Lord Morpheus and guesses who his hangover remedy is to be for this time.

He removes a vial from his jacket. "There are six teaspoonfuls in this vial, Lord Morpheus. One will cure a mortal of drunkenness and hangovers; two, a giant; three, a god." He glances at the tall, pale being before him. "But I have no idea what the dosage is for one of the Endless, or if such a nostrum will even work for you. If you are willing to try it, however...here it is." He places it before the Endless.

"A word of warning: it tastes ghastly. But normally, it works almost instantly."

*he nods, gingerly, and frowns at the bottle, then carefully takes three spoons. A faint flicker of distaste, and a nod.*

Thank you for the attempt, Mr. Pettigrew. I would advise either giving some to my sister or avoiding her come tomorrow.

*and it seems to have worked. He stands, and bows to Elizabeth and Peter.*

Good night, Miss Bennet, Mr. Pettigrew. And good luck this weekend, Miss Bennet.

*and in that infuriating way of his, he is gone*

*Liz shakes her head in amusement.*

He always does that.

*She smiles at Peter.*

Thank you, Peter. I should not have liked to encounter an ill Endless tomorrow.

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