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[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

And lo, an alien came down the stairs, grabbing a tray and preparing to bring good tidings of great food to the patrons of the bar.

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[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Someone looks happy.

And that someone is Warren. Imagine!

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Isabel spots him and walks over, hugging him and then kissing the tip of his nose. "You seem to be in a good mood."

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

"Maybe."

He's being coy.

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

"Oh is that so?" She smiles at him, pressing a kiss to his lips. "You gonna tell me why?"

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

"Could happen..."

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

She laughs, amused by his behaviour. It was adorable. She kisses him again. "But will it happen?"

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

He snickers.

"I, uh, made a friend. Indiana Jones. We're, like, buds. It's cool."

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

"He's a cool guy. I'm very happy for you. Being friends with childhood heros is cool." She kisses him again. "I love you." Yes, she has to say it, because that's how she is.

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

"Yes you do," Warren coos, because that's how he is: awkward. At least that's what the shooting script for I Was Made To Love You said.

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

"Yes I do. A lot. And you love me almost as much." Her eyes twinkle.

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

"Yeah-huh," he teases. "And the next time I go on vacation I'll get you a T-shirt to prove it."

Warren is referencing those T-shirts available to tourists which declare: "Somebody who loves me very much went to 'blank', and all they got me was this lousy T-shirt."

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

"Uh uh." She kisses him again. "But I'll let you pretend." She moves back and smiles mischeviously. Then places her finger on his head, seeming to be writing something with her finger. Of course, this is Isabel and she actually can write with her finger. His forehead now reads:

Property of Isabel Evans

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

"Heh. That tickles."

He's entirely unaware.

[alas_alas]

Echo comes over, leading David from the couches. She smiles and waves at Isabel.

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Isabel waves back at the girl, smiling. "Hey Echo, how are you? And who's this?" She smiles at the male. "Hi, I'm Isabel."

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He smiles back. "David Talbot," he says, extending his hand. "Pleased to meet you."

[alas_alas]

Echo smiles. "...you..." David, tell her that you heard that she's the one who did my hair.

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you too." She sends Echo a rather strange look, confused by her comment but...whatever.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

"Ah, yes, sorry, Echo. I've heard it said you're something of a whizz with hair - did Echo's, and Charlie's too?"

He's not sure about Kestrel's purple hair. She could just have had a bad experience with hairdye.

"I was wondering... if you could do something with mine?"

[alas_alas]

Echo sees the strange look and her eyes widen.

Oh! She's only meet me when I've been able to talk!

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

"I could do that for you." Hmm...so Echo was telepathic apparently. "What color were you thinking?"

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He nods to Echo. "Eris isn't in the bar tonight," he says, nodding. He turns to Isabel. "I think Echo and I agreed on purple and red streaks in my hair. I'm rather scared of it turning gray, so... a nice change is in order," he says with a smile. "Is that possible?"

[alas_alas]

Echo nods her head about Eris being in the bar. Thin streaks. Not thick ones. Remember that. She picks a few strands of David's hair.

"...possible?..."

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

"Definitely possible." She's still a bit confused by Echo's words...very strange indeed. She'd heard the story, yes but she'd been talking fine last time...very weird. "Just have a seat."

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David smiles, and takes a seat. "I can't thank you enough for this."

He smiles at Echo, and closes his eyes.