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Interestedly, Asar-Suti looks over to the woman who seems to have fiery magic just like he himself has.

"Oi, who are you?"

Asar-Suti smiles and steps closer, offering his hand as he's been taught to do here.

"My name is Asar-Suti, and I'm here on a vacation" he declares blithely and politely.

She shifts the vodka over to the hand holding the cigarette and shakes his hand. "Jenny Sparks. Nice place, isn't it?"

"What is that - fiery herbal stick?" Asar-Suti says, astonished at the cigarette. He smelt that scent in the bar before, but he hasn't seen where it came from. He'd supposed it would have to be some kind of noxious incense used here.

People mostly don't smoke on a High Fantasy type of world, unless they are hobbits or amusing rustics, and the world Asar-Suti comes from doesn't have those.

He shakes her hand; where he touches her, her skin tingles slightly, as if from weak electricity or sparks of fire. There is violet light from an unknown source on his face.

"Yes, a very interesting place with many interesting people coming from many interesting worlds. Where are you from? One of the Earth places?"

"It's a cigarette. And I better be from Earth, otherwise I spent a hundred years protecting the bloody place that I could have used for shagging and getting pissed."

She ignores the tingle. If you were a being that could turn into electricity at will, you would, too.

"What is that cigarette thing good for? And why are you a protective deity only good for a hundred years?" Asar-Suti is astonished. Finally, something as supernatural as he himself!

"Ciggies are good for exactly nothing. But they're fun." She takes a long drag.

"As for the other, I hit my expiration date. Pity the poor little bird who's got my job now."

To Asar-Suti, these are both absolutely fascinating concepts. Gods on a temp basis, and inhaling herbal incense directly from a little stick.

"Earth must be such a great place!" he blurts out. "Such weirdness; such wonders! I wonder whether I might ever go and visit?"

It seems to be a fairly big and busy place, too. And if even the gods are temping there (well, he doesn't know the word, but 'hiring out one's services for a limited amount of time' is a concept familiar to High Fantasy worlds such as he comes from), there might be employment for a vanquished dark god?

"Can I do that, too?" he asks, indicating the cigarette.

[[OOC: Oh woe!! AS seems to enjoy mundane things beginning with 'c'; coffee, chocolate and cats so far. Cigarettes will fit perfectly. He will love them, being a fiery god and all. My character has just been seduced to smoking - mun is smoke-free since November 2000!]]

"Earth is a place full of bloody stupid idiots and the occasional half-bright cow with good ideas. I'm glad I'm not stuck with anymore. Too many bastards and wars and shite like that."

She's not always bitter, but the vodka is not helping.

She taps a cigarette out of the pack and hands it to him. "You need a light?"

Bastards, war and 'shite' is right up Asar-Suti's alley, work-wise. He's a Dark God. He has those on his agenda every day. Half-bright cows with good ideas he's used to as well, he sighs to himself, thinking of Ginevra. He might quite enjoy working there.

He takes a cigarette, sneaks a look at hers to determine which end to light, then takes it between his fingers the way he sees her do it, and taps the end with his finger to make a purple spark that lights it.

He puts it in his mouth and inhales.

Now, being a Dark God that is really just magical energy expressed in fire, and accused of "noxious fumes" by his detractors, there is nothing in him that would react adversely to it. No coughing, no nothing.

On the contrary: he enjoys it a lot, and smiles brightly at Jenny.

"This is a very good thing! What an interesting place your Earth must be that they even invent a way for their gods to burn their own incense. Where do I get more of that from?"

He could simply conjure them, but he realises that consuming waht you brought or made yourself is frowned upon in bars.

Jenny laughs. "I'm no sodding god, and this isn't incense. Ask one of the little buggers here," she gestures at the rats, "for a pack of fags, and they'll get you some."

The patron of an entire century, and not a god? Well, perhaps their definitions are a bit off. Earth, you know. Must be such an odd place.

"I ask the vermin for a 'pack of fags' - thanks, that sounds easy!", he says, doing so and getting his own. They are wrapped in blue, and have the picture of a winged helmet on them.

"Whatever that is, if not incense, thank you for introducing me to it" he beams at Jenny.

"Welcome. Always nice to have another addict around. You drink?"

"I drink coffee, and there was a pleasant alcoholic drink last night, with a very sensual name it didn't quite fit", Asar-Suti says.

Then he sees somebody coming downstairs (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/1800558.html), and his face lghtens up and darkes at the same time.

"Oh, excuse me; there is somebody I must talk to", he says. "It was great to meet you, and thanks dor introducing me to the portable incense." Asar-Suti smiles at Jenny gratefully, and wanders off.

[[OOC: Mun must wrap threads and get herself to work.]]