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[not_lugosi]

Bela steps in from a cool October night in Queens. She's opened a door to Milliways three times in the past month, but decided not to come in until now.

She goes to sit at the bar.

"A Cosmo, please," she says, shrugging out of her leather coat. She could use some distraction tonight. It's been a tiresome week.

Teensy tag: Bela Talbot, Esfir Shostakovna, Cerberus, Wilbur Whately

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[aimedforthemoon]

Esfir is still making paper planes out of her Mosocow newspaper. There is ink on her fingers, a smudge on her jaw, and she's singing softly under her breath.

Still, Bela gets a quick glance up when the woman sits near her.

Paranoia is sometimes a bitch but, more often, it's useful.

[not_lugosi]

Bela thought for a moment that a teen-aged girl was sitting there, what with the airplanes and all. She's seen petite women before, but this woman is tiny.

"Hi," she says. Hey, who knows. Maybe she's got demons on her world, and can help Bela out.

OOC: HA! I almost tagged you at the exact same time!

[aimedforthemoon]

[ooc:...:D!]

It means she finds cockpits roomy.

(well, after a while, you do start looking for advantages of being under five foot tall)

A quick smile.

"Evening."

[not_lugosi]

"Is that a Russian paper?" She can make out enough of the Cyrillic characters to make this a good guess. She deals with enough international clients to have picked up a few languages.

"Or, rather, a Russian paper airplane?"

[aimedforthemoon]

"Yes to both," she says, her Russian (lower Volga, with a dash of Moscow, to be exact) accent more than clear. "And with a Russian making it...I think its nationality is set."

[not_lugosi]

"[Good evening. My name is Bela, and I know a little Russian]."

Bela is well-traveled, and she knows a few languages. She never lets her clients know just how well she knows languages, though. That gives her an advantage more often than not.

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

There is currently an ominous hulking form lying down at the hearth. Cerberus likes the hearth. It's warm. The right head is quietly resting on the floorboards, gazing absently at nothing with half lidded eyes. The central head is curently nibbling furiously at a persistant itch on one of the forelegs and the leftmost head is... cleaning himself. In public.

Behold the fearsome creature of darkness!

[not_lugosi]

Bela hasn't looked over there. Nope. Not even glanced.

She has a plan if it does comes over. It doesn't involve goofer dust, but she's hoping for the best.

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

There is a rather loud yawn from the seating area as Cerberus rolls over onto his back, preparing to doze off. And catches an upside down glimpse of a previous near-meal sitting on a stool.

He regards her silently.

[not_lugosi]

Bela feels the stare and looks over her shoulder. Damn it.

She could sit here and wait for it to do something, or she could be proactive. Bela Talbot always been one to face things head on.

Or three heads on.

She whispers something to Bar, and a large packet of something appears wrapped in white paper. She silently slips over to the general area of the hearth, making no sudden moves. She puts the packet down and unwraps it. Inside are two raw steaks of choice cut. Then she returns to the bar area as quietly as she came.

It is a gift. Or, you know, a bribe.

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

In the coming centuries, Cerberus will be led to humilation again and again by his stomach. He always was a sucker for handouts. In short order the last of the second steak is dissapearing down one of his gullets at his tail waves madly in the air.

[not_lugosi]

Bela listens to the devouring of the meat, the wet sounds reverberating in her ears.

When they come for her, they will devour her flesh with the same sounds

She can afford to buy more if she has to. If that's what it takes, she'll gladly buy it ten steaks.

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"Hey thar," says the giant sitting on the next stool over. "Haven't seen yew here befer."

[not_lugosi]

A giant. Of course there's a giant. This place gets all kinds.

"I haven't seen you either," she says. "And I don't think you could be missed if I tried."

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

Wilbur laughs. "Wilbur Whateley. Et's a pleasure ter meet yew."

An adventurous tentacle winds out from between two of his coat buttons. He doesn't seem to notice (or care).

[not_lugosi]

What. The. Fuck.

Tentacles.

As long as he keeps them to himself, she won't run screaming for the door.

"I'm Bela."

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

Another tentacle. This one opens a mouth and takes a bite out of Wilbur's cup. Wilbur rolls his eyes.

"Whar yew from?"

[not_lugosi]

She freezes, eyeing the biting tentacle. Again with the what the fuck? But it's not trying to eat her for the moment, and she learned the lesson about running from predators.

"Um. New York. Earth. You?"

[always-okay.livejournal.com]

494's fantastic at diversions. He orchestrates them impeccably.

Or right now, he could just be sitting a few seats over, whistling a jaunty tune.

Either way, there he is.

[not_lugosi]

She notices. She hasn't treated him very nicely, but this whack job soldier boy might be able to help her. Since she needs options, she gets up and slides onto the barstool beside him.

"Hi," she says, very coyly. "Look, I haven't been very nice to you. You caught me on a really, really bad night last time. Can I make it up to you?"

She tosses her hair over her shoulder and grins.

[always-okay.livejournal.com]

494's eyes slide sideways.

Well hello there.

She's much hotter when she's not pissy and surrounded by stinking dirt.

He grins right back. "Hey, you can make up anything you like. My night's wide open."

Obviously this is the right thing to say.

[not_lugosi]

"How about I buy you a drink then?" she says with a well-placed giggle. She's very good at this ruse. And, to be perfectly honest, he is not hard on the eyes.

"And how about your name? I don't think we ever properly met."

She can't remember exchanging names, in any case, and she's usually good with that kind of recollection.

[always-okay.livejournal.com]

[[Ugh. I fail utterly at consciousness. Could we slow until tomorrow? I smell wonderful, wonderful trouble ahead! ♥]]

[not_lugosi]

OOC: MUAHAHAHAHA, but of course. For this I can wait a long time.

[always-okay.livejournal.com]

The smile he flashes is all charm. He's pretty convinced it's all charm, anyway. "Hey, I'm easy. I won't say no to a drink."

And how about his name. Time to play the self-definition tango. He glances around for the nearest branded item at hand.

"Just call me Morgan for the time being. And you?"

Insert the obvious joke here -- 494 certainly wouldn't mind.