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[howling_laugh]

Coyote leans up against the bar. It's quite warm in Sedona, even on a clear night like tonight. She's wearing a skirt that comes inches within violating a bar rule and high-heeled sandals.

She's smoking, and smiling.

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[furiousmaximus.livejournal.com]

It would be nice if Max could say it was the smile that drew him. It is, after all, quite the intriguing smile. It promises mischief and mystery and meyham all at once.

But it isn't the smile. Not really.

Because, wow... that's a short skirt. Max approves.

"Good evening, oh radiant one," he offers as he sits down next to her and sets his drink on the bar in front of him.

[howling_laugh]

She gives a snort, amused. Smoke trails from her nostrils and curls around her face.

"Only because of the sweat," Coyote replies. "But I accept your statement in the spirit it was intended."

[furiousmaximus.livejournal.com]

That draws a deeply amused snort from Max, "I appreciate that." Especially considering his... intentions.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

Cause that's where you start...

[howling_laugh]

"That depends," Coyote says, slowly, "on whether or not you have any money."

[furiousmaximus.livejournal.com]

"It turns out," Max responds with a chuckle, "That I've got better than that."

"I've got a whole lot of money." He doesn't look it, truth to tell.

[howling_laugh]

"Really!" She is impressed. Most people who have a lot of money in the bar look at least a little like it. Unless they are crazy hobos with mattresses stuffed with money.

"Then you may buy me several drinks."

[furiousmaximus.livejournal.com]

"I thank the lady for her generosity," he grins.

He chooses his words carefully, "What's your pleasure?"

[howling_laugh]

Hah! He's funny.

"Something cold. You can choose." It's a test, Max! Choose wisely.

Or if 'wise' is not in your vocabulary list, at least make it tasty and expensive.

[furiousmaximus.livejournal.com]

Max considers his many, many recent samplings from the bar.

He'll see your tasty and expensive, and he'll raise you highly alcoholic.

He orders one for himself as well. No point in letting the lady drink alone, after all.

[howling_laugh]

Coyote surveys the drink. It certainly looks impressive. She picks up her tall glass (decorated with fruit on the rim) and takes a sip of the (very pink) drink. She licks her lips afterwards, and adopts a considering face.

It's certainly very full of alcohol.

"Good choice," she allows.

[furiousmaximus.livejournal.com]

"I am glad you agree," he grins cheekily. "Your rejection at this stage would be absolutely devastating."

[howling_laugh]

"Especially considering that we have not been introduced. We would forever be two ships, passing in the night. And all over a poor drink choice." She nods sagely.

"Who are you, then?"

[furiousmaximus.livejournal.com]

"Due to the unfortunate circumstances of my birth, I am Antillar Maximus," Max heaves a mock sigh. "However, I much, much prefer Max."

"And what of yourself? Or should I simply call you 'beautiful'?"

[creator_raven]

Raven is also smoking.

Did he steal her cigarette?

[howling_laugh]

He better not have. Coyote looks down. She still has hers.

But his looks just like hers.

Coyote checks her tiny tiny pocket and finds that her cigarette case is missing. She sighs and makes the wiggly fingers of 'give it back' at Raven.

[creator_raven]

Raven just grins, bright and cheerful, and exhales a cloud of smoke.

It lingers.

[howling_laugh]

She flips him the bird with the hand not occupied with a cigarette.

And then slaps him upside the head before taking another drag.

[creator_raven]

He shifts to elbow her in the ribs.

Hard.

She is not getting her cigarette case back now.

[howling_laugh]

Coyote huffs out a breath and almost loses her smoke. So, she grabs a handful of his hair and shoves his face down onto the bar top.

"Ace is angry with you," she says, letting go and leaning back to avoid revenge for that move. "She told me to hit you."

[creator_raven]

"You are so much for obedience, then?"

Raven stands, head cocked.

His eyes are very black.

"That, I think, is almost a surprise."

[howling_laugh]

She gives him a look full of disdain. "I told her it was no use. You are always good for nothing until you get over it."

Coyote waves a hand.

"But, you have all the time in the world, don't you?"

[creator_raven]

He's on her in a moment, fingers curling in cloth--or is it skin?--slamming her into a nearby table.

His face is very close to hers, teeth bright and sharp.

"And that is what you hate, perhaps. I have wondered, I think. On occasion."

He tilts his head, gaze fathomless and dark.

"Or possibly it is gloating, yes?"

Silence.

"Now I am for knowing what it is to be left."

[howling_laugh]

"Get used to it," Coyote snarls through her bloody nose. "Nobody likes a wet blanket." Her hands are tight on his arms, since he isn't bothering to hold her up. Heels aren't exactly made for fighting in.

[creator_raven]

Fire flickers in his eyes as his hands tighten their grip.

He leans closer.

"Lose your world, Coyote. And then, I think, we will talk, yes?"

He pushes away from her, stepping back. If the push overbalances her--these things happen.

"Only you, I think, do not so much stay when that happens. So."

[howling_laugh]

"I have lost mine more than once, Raven." She catches herself barely, barking her elbows on the table, heels skidding on the floor.

"You cannot fight the world. You can only fight me."