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The front door of the bar opens and brings with it a tumult of music, raised voices and the fine sounds of a marketplace on a summer's day.

The petite woman who saunters in after the noise pauses and looks around, hands on her hips. Black eyes sparkle mischievously as she takes in her surroundings.

"Well, this isn't the Fortune-be-damned Guildhouse, to be sure."

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Eros approaches, eyebrows up.

"Well, hello. Are you a nymph? A dryad, perhaps?"

Shadow chuckles and turns her penetrating stare to the ... god? Perhaps.

"Neither, actually. I'm an elf."

"Oh!" Eros thinks about this. He rubs his chin, then shrugs. Last night, he had a nice conversation and round of drinks with a girl who was entirely grey - so he's not too worried.

"Did you just arrive?"

She nods, gesturing to the door. "I walked into a guildhouse back home and ended up here. Where is here?" she adds, still smiling.

"It's a bar. Called Milliways, in fact. The bar at the end of the universe." He gestures to the windows which show the scene outside. "Both in terms of place, and time."

Shadow follows his gesture and raises an eyebrow.

"End of the universe, eh? I always wondered when I would end up here - never thought I actually would."

"Yeah - bit of a tricky concept to swallow, isn't it? Would drink make it easier?" He grins, clearly offering.

She smiles back. "Ah, friend, you've just the ticket. I can never resist a good wine."

He leads her, then, to a bar stool, where he waves for the attention of a waitrat. "Two glasses of honey wine, please," he says.

In explaination, he tells Shadow, "The rats are just temporary - apparently the bar itself serves, most of the time, or there are bartenders. But the bar was injured at some point..."

"Believe me, I've seen far worse," she says impishly.

Shadow takes a seat and pats a jingling bulge in her sleeve. "Drinks on me, friend. Tell me - what's your name?"

[ooc: What the @#%@# happened to my email notifications?!? Arrg! Sorry!]

He gives her a friendly smile. "They call me Eros. And what about you?"

She leans forward a little, resting an elbow on the bar.

"Shadow, Shady to my friends. Eros ... that's an interesting name."

"Yes - it - it means -" he pauses, wets his lips, then says, "If I promise that everything I am about to say is the truth, will you promise not to say 'what, really?' or 'you're kidding, right?' or anything along those lines?"

"Eros, I've battled and tumbled my way through half a pantheon, countless cities and too many warriors for this poor elf's head to calculate," she says cheerfully. "I guarrantee I'm hard to surprise."

"Okay then." He sits up, and lays it out in a no-nonsense way. "Eros means love, or passion. I'm called that because I am the god, or embodiment of, those ideas. I'm the Sex God, and I don't mean that as a really bad pickup line."

He clears his throat. "Right."

Shadow bursts out laughing until the tears stream from the corners of her black eyes and she gasps for breath.

"Oh my! Friend, where have you been all my life?" she says hoarsely.

Eros just sighes. "So. Drinks?"

Shadow smiles expansively. "Yes. Drinks."

Her gaze on him, despite her mirth, is entirely approving.

"Well then. What does an Elf drink?" He's still a little wounded. But he'll recover.

"Wine. Ale. Dragon's Blood. Anything that'll intoxicate," she says, grinning.

[ooc: 3am. Need sleep. Gugh. Slowtime?]

"Dragon's blood, eh? That's a new one for me."

[ooc: Aaaaand we're slow!]

Shadow, ah, warms to the subject. "It'll rekindle anyone's fire, friend. Bet on it."

"Well, if they serve it, I'd love to give it a try." He leans an elbow on the bar, watching her with rapt attention.

Shadow tilts her head to the side and studies Eros; he's not exactly what she would expect from the god of sex.

But he's cute. She grins. Another waitrat pops up.

"Two rounds of Dragon's Blood, if you have it," she says, sliding a coin across the bar.

Sex, love, and passion, thank you; and passion comes in many forms. And anyway, she laughed at him!

"So I take it you're not a stranger to bars, then?"

"Grief of the gods no," she laughs. "I spend most of my time in them. Whenever I'm not running the Thieves' Guild, stealing from wizards or trying to get myself killed."

"Thieving and wizards and near death experiences?" He chuckles. "Well, you certainly seem to have lived a rich and varied life."

"Half of it by others' design. I'm a creature of simple needs, Eros. It's the rest of the world that seems to complicate my life."

"You don't seem to mind much, though," he notes.

She swivels so she can lean back against the bar.

"It keeps life from ever being dull," she says, half-smiling. "Every time I think I'll go mad from boredom or routine some grand and epic adventure comes along and sits itself in my lap."

"Ahhh," Eros says, with a knowing nod. "You're a hero, aren't you?"

Shadow snorts loudly and shakes her head. "Hardly. I'm usually along for a chance at whatever loot finds its way into my purse. No, my friends are the hero types."

"Oh, so you're a reluctant hero," Eros says, smirking a little.

Shadow has something of a disgruntled expression on her face. This is alleviated by the arrival of two tiny cut-crystal cups of dark purple liquid.

"I'm no hero," she repeats with a mischievous grin. Raises one of the cups. "To new friends."

"To new friends," Eros says, and raises his own. He takes a sip of the drink, and pulls a face.

"Erm... interesting."

She downs her own and flushes a little, smiling. "A few doses of that'll put a battle-seasoned warrior flat on his back."

[ooc: Another elf! Glee!]

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