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*He comes up behind her and covers her eyes*

She grins, and elbows him in the ribs. Hard enough to count, not hard enough to hurt... much.

"Hey."

*He grins at the elbow but doesn't flinch. He lets go of her face and sits next to her*

Bitch.

"Yeah, frequently. Your point?"

She smirks a little, and taps on the bar lightly with one finger. "Give my brother a drink, would you?"

*A scotch appears. he takes it and drinks. He pulls out a cigarette, puts it in his mouth and offers the pack to his sister.*

Want one?

"Yeah, sure, why not?"

She takes it, grinning again.

"So how's tricks been?"

Tricks?

*He lights his cigarette and his twins'*

Care for a drink?

She laughs. "You know... the stuff you do when you walk outside. The stuff you're escaping from, here. And all that jazz."

She accompanies the last with jazz hands.

"And no, I don't really need a drink. But thanks, bro."

Not a lot. Couple riots here. Skirmish there. You know how it is.

You sure?

*He takes another drag off his cigarette and blows it in her face with a grin*

She rolls her eyes. As if that would bother her. Hah.

"Yeah, I know how it is. And I'm sure. But!"

Eris grins.

"Guess who I ran into, here? I don't think I've seen you since he's been in."

Who?

*another drag, smoke blown to the side this time. Sips his scotch*

"A very particular friend of mine."

She's still grinning wickedly.

"And although he hasn't said as much, I'm sure that when he thinks about it, he's sorry about the gondola."

Gondola? Sorry, you've lost me.

*He stubs out his cigarette and polishes off his scotch*

She sulks.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten? You better not have, or he'll be terribly disappointed, I'm sure. Most of his tricks live on in infamy forever."

And, because she's in far too good of a mood to sulk for long, the wicked grin returns again.

OH!!

*He is slapped with realization.It is followed quickly by a look of nervousness*

Oh, god. You didn't do anything did you?

"What do you mean, did I do anything?"

She raises an eyebrow, leveling a Look at him.

You know exactly what I mean, you devious bitch.

She reaches over and thwaps him on the shoulder.

"Compliments only get you so far. Spell it out, Ares."

Did you destroy anything? Break any mortals?

She only does shiftyeyes for the briefest of moments.

"No?"

And then Eris grins at her twin brother.

"At least, not permanently. He took it rather well, and it should be wearing off any day now. It was the kidgod that we found who's taken it hardest, really."

Jesus Christ. What did you do?

*He lights another cigarette and his scotch is now refilled. Which is good, because he finishes it off in one gulp*

She rolls her eyes. "And speaking of kidgods... for crying out loud, Ares, where have you been hanging out that that's how you swear these days?"

Laughing a little, she takes a drag on her own cigarette, which has been kind enough not to go out yet. Or reduce noticeably, for that matter.

"And besides. I didn't do a thing, really, other than try to keep the kidgod from interfering with the trick. And he didn't, and hissed at him when he stopped it... stupid, really. I'm surprised he didn't get stapled to the ceiling or something for that."

Eris shrugs.

"Apparently, m'dear has learned a bit of restraint."

I've been all over.

*He takes another drink of his scotch and another drag off his cigarette.*

So what was the trick, sis?

"Oh, you know him." She shrugs dismissively. "Shapechanging, as usual... but he didn't start it, just joined in for the fun. Made a few heads cry ow, that was all, really, until the kidgod got all whiny and crying... then he just stuck the mortal who'd changed shape so that he'd stay that way a while. Kid called Lochiel. Actually kinda sweet. I like him. He's dealing with it a lot better than Asar-Suti - that's the kidgod. Apparently he's pretty pissed off at his god, too... I guess this isn't the first shit the guy's pulled."

She shrugs, and takes another drag on the cigarette, blowing a mobius strip of smoke up towards the ceiling.

"But yeah. I like this Lochiel. I'm teaching him baseball. He's a quick study."

Have spread you maliciousness to teaching sports now have you?

*He takes another drag, blowing out smoke that takes the shape of a fighter jet that circles around Eris' head before dissipating*

"Hey!"

She swats him again.

"I like baseball, okay? And I'm not all that malicious!"

She sticks her tongue out at him.

But baseball is a malicious game. I should no, I helped create it.

She smirks again.

"And that's why I don't keep waving the Trojan War around whenever I want favors from you, and you know it."

You want to get your ass whooped, don't you.

*He grins at her*

"You know, it's always fighting, with you. Even when it isn't."

She leans over suddenly and kisses him on the cheek before shoving his shoulder lightly.

"Twit."

*He unexpectedly pulls her into a hug and lets her go.*

Now, if you'll excuse me, there is a lovely lady I need to go see.

She grins, and reaches over to steal another cigarette.

"Of course, brother mine. Go off and leave me, while you prance around with your lady love."

I doubt there will be any prancing.

*He kisses her forehead and walks off*

~~She snickers, madly. "That's what YOU think! Mwahahaha!"~~

Laughing softly, she waves as he goes.