milliways_bar | This isn't the bathroom...

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This isn't the bathroom...

A few seconds ago, everything was so normal...

Anya pauses at the door, confused. She slowly pokes her head in, scanning the bizarre room in front of her that is most definitely not the bathroom. Suddenly she feels a strong tug and stumbles over the threshold. The door smacks shut behind her, the click of the lock surprisingly deafening in the already noisy... bar?

Well, Anya knows bars. She and bars are good friends. She walks slowly, almost cautiously to the Bar and sits down on one of the stools, tugging her robe in close around her. No one is immediately apparent, but something about this place seems special.

"Uhm... a mimosa please?"

Just to her left in a snazzy crystal glass appears a deliciously well balanced mimosa on a clean napkin. She smiles, claps her hands like a five year old and takes a sip. Her nerves somewhat calmed, she scans the room for something, anything friendly.

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(ooc: Thanks much! I'm having lots of fun... I missed this place! I like Pan, looks like he and Anya could have some interesting conversations :P)

His nonchalance is grating...

"Oh please, if any of them had had the guts to go through with it, they wouldn't have been your little lambs any more. They would've been... like... bad! With my help! I was powerful you know, you would've felt it if I'd cursed you!"

She sucks down more mimosa noisily to further demonstrate aggravation. Humph. Stupid mortality.

Pan remarked, "Or I'm just that good?"

He gave her a sad look and even briefly turned into a sad looking goat.
Now Anya, you don't like rabbits, but what about cute goats?

Anya jumps slightly at the change, but it only flustered for a moment. Bunnies are a singularly terrible species of enemy on a magnitude that cannot be touched by anything else, not even goats.

"If you mean good at sex, its not a question of that. It's a question of whether or not you were a good partner. There is a very small difference."

He changed back to his normal faun self.

"Oh baaaah, come on, there's so many horrible partners where you weren't called. Never get any sleep then."

"Of course there are, but so many women are such pansies about it. They're 'still in love' and 'could never wish any ill on him' and blah blah blah. I tried to win those ones over, told 'em 'he messed up your life, now let me help you mess up his!' Never worked. Eventually I learned that those ones are beyond help. But then there are the ones you left behind, all wishy washy and even worse. They show up as potential fun on my little radar, but then never follow through!"

Anya crosses her arms and looks at him pointedly.

"You. Are a bad influence."

He beamed, and stretched his arms out to the sides, looking very proud of himself, "Guilty as charged!" He's worked hard on his reputation after all.

Her stony exterior cracks and she giggles slightly.

"Yeah. Bad is fun. Lots of fun. So... well, what brings you here? I was going to get ready for work, but its hard to take a shower in a bar and maintain any sort of dignity. This was supposed to be my bathroom."

He grinned back"Oh, just looking for another place to have fun, you know how it is. The woods in the back are lovely normally. All those demon bunnies hopping about."

Was that a sneaky side glance at her? Maaaaybe. He's such a tricky bastard (of Hermes) sometimes.

"Also a lot of family's lurking about so wanted to see what the fuss is about."

Anya froze. Looking at her from across the room you might know it, but every single muscle in her body has frozen between fight and flight.

"Demon bunnies?"

"Mmm-hmmm..." He nodded knowingly with a wicked look.

"Lots of them in the woods. They like to dance for my pipe playing."

Well, he does inspire panic as well after all.

Anya shifts, moving so she is hunched over on the stool in a small ball, protecting her stomach and keeping her feet out of leaping distance fro the floor.

"Woods you say? Demon bunnies in the woods? Right outside?"

A small pause, then hopefully...

"Only outside?"

"Only outside yes, and there's a nasty, not completely real jungle in the way. But it's starting to fade. Pity they can't come in and play. I could call some in?"

Pan held up his flute enticingly.

"NOOO!"

Her desperate, terrified shriek reverberates through the bar as she lunges from her coiled position for the flute.

Pan skipped backward nimbly, and gave a bleat before heading toward the back door.

Anya stumbled after him, scrambling for the flute or an arm or anything she could grab that might stop him from summoning the demonic bunnies.

"No! Please, stop! I'll do anything! ANYTHING! Just no bunnies and especially no demonic bunnies! STOP!"

Pan lowered his flute to put it away, and paused, one hoof behind the other.

Dangerous words to say to a god, Anyanka. Especially this god.

"Anything?" He looked her over with an obvious leer from his bearded and horned features.

Anya squirms a little, but holds strong.

"Pretty much kinda. Yeah. Maybe. Could I tell you after you ask?"

"Well what's your offer?" He was all smiles now.

"O...Offer? That's not how this works! You give me a price and I let you know if I'm willing to pay it! Haggling might be involved! You can't pull this on me, I was a demon for hundreds of years, I made thousands, no, millions of deals! So... so you tell me, bub!"

She's standing, hands on hips, looking rather like a housewife negotiating with a problematic three year old.

Pan pouted at her, "You're the one who brought up anything, lovely. And I don't haggle, you know that."

He just takes.

"Well, yes, I'm just saying that it's an option. Anyway, you know what I want. I want you to never ever ever never call the demonic bunnies into the bar or when you're near me. Ever. So you need to make a proposal of what I could do to repay you."

She folds her arms and looks at him expectantly. No pouting faun is going to befuddle this situation, no siree.

Pan just stepped closer to her, his expression wilder and darker, leering yet again.

"I think you already know. I want you of course."

Anya's pose shifts from defiant and in control to defensive.

"Well I'm... I'm engaged. Can't have me. What else."

"I like sharing, or if your fiancee wishes to join in?"

Monogamy? What the Hades is that?

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