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[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

Dworkin is sitting in a booth, staring blankly at nothing in particular. He gives the distinct impression of someone who is waiting for something.

Perhaps 'someone.'

Perhaps you?

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[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head, in mute denial.

[hopeless-son.livejournal.com]

Random would be disappointed in this first meeting.

Setting the glass down the Prince started to stand. "I assume this will be our last meeting till the end, Grandfather, and there will be an end. Out with the old..in with the new is the proper saying I believe."

Then with the slight movement of a finger the bottle moved closer to where Dworkin sat. "Consider it a late birthday present."

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"Wrong again. I'll see you again, Brand."

He takes another sip of his wine.

"Until I remember what time I'm from, I'm a guest here. Oh well."

[hopeless-son.livejournal.com]

Brand....actually hesitates for a moment. He licks his lips torn between wanting to leave and wanting to get one thing out. When he does manage it, it's almost like a fight between mind and mouth. "There is..a youth here. Look for him. Lucas."

Then throwing his hand up in disgust he turns on his heel intent on stalking away.