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Lore hasn't been in the bar since Halloween.

He comes downstairs a bit more slowly than usual, looking around somewhat warily. But he doesn't see his brother, and he doesn't see any sort of notice posted that might have to do with him, so he steps off the stairs and walks straight over to Bar.

Several minutes and many napkins later, he's still agruing with her.

"I'm just asking for a lousy phaser," he insists. "For self-defense!" Another napkin appears. "What do you mean, you don't believe me? I was murdered! Can you blame me for wanting to protect myself?"

Another napkin. He reads it and kicks Bar in a fit of frustration.

He takes a step back, though, forcing himself to calm down. He doesn't want to get thrown into the cells for any sort of violence just yet.

"You're being unfair, you know," he tells Bar. "People bring in weapons all the time. It's not my fault I'm stuck here."

Another napkin. "I don't want to hear it," Lore says, balling it up without even reading it.

[OOC: Open until I say so! Last chance to catch Lore before his brother comes looking for him and crap happens. :3]

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Lore gives the young woman a sideways glance that isn't particularly hostile, but certainly isn't friendly.

"'Communicating' implies that I'm getting through to her," he says dryly. He picks up one of the previous napkins and starts slowly tearing it apart.

"'Dense' is right," Lore says, directing the comment at Bar. "Honestly, does she ever listen to reason?"

Lore turns his head to look at her, sharply.

"Excuse me?"

What does she mean, he won't listen to reason?

"Very funny," Lore snaps. "Now, do you mind? This really isn't any of your business."

Lore turns back to the bar, intending to continue the argument. But now he's distracted.

He sighs loudly and turns back to the young woman. "Is there some reason you felt it was acceptable to eavesdrop on my conversation and make snarky comments?"

Lore lets out a scoff, almost like a laugh. He takes a few steps towards her.

"You know, you're really lucky that I'm trying to keep a low profile today," he tells her. "Or I probably would've snapped your neck in half by now."

"You've annoyed me, and that's enough," Lore returns dryly.

Clearly he doesn't have much respect for human life.

"No, other people annoy me constantly," Lore says, crossing his arms. "I only annoy myself from time to time. And I'd like to think I annoy other people more often."

His gaze is hostile, but more irritated than malicious.

Lore narrows his eyes at her, all sarcasm. "I'm glad I amuse you."

"My name is Lore," he replies, his tone still biting. "Which I'm only bothering to tell you because the alternative you offered is ridiculous."

(Probably wise.)

"Uh-huh," he sort of grunts. He turns away from her to glance down at Bar again. He's not likely to get any closer to getting what he wants than he already has, so he finally sighs and leaves to ~~hide~~ head back upstairs.