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*Wanders in from the kitchen, looking slightly wary and a little hung-over; turning back to the kitchen as he goes* Thanks, Gil...

Good evening, all; let me welcome you to Milliways Happy Hour; Gil informs me that we have snackish food on the menu tonight; mixed nuts, chips for those that would like them, the ubiquitous fried paradoxes, fresh fruit, and assorted other goodies you can request from the bar.

Drink specials tonight are on the Mexican theme -- margaritas, tequila mixed drinks, and tequila shots, which I would hope should be safe enough given it's a Tuesday night -- try not to overindulge, everyone.

Door and Tom, if I could bend your ear a minute...Crowley too if you're around...

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*sirius lifts an eyebrow* Bottle or shot-tray?

Might as well make it a bottle. Not like I've got anywhere else to be tonight.

*laughs, bitterly*

Suit yourself. *uncaps a bottle of Gold and presents it, with shot glass and a small dish of lemons, just in case.*

*eyes Joe from her corner of the bar and snickers*

Mmm, oui, thiz iz such a good choice.

*eyes Fleur out of the corner of her eyes*

What, and you've got something better for me to do? I'll just fucking bet you do.

Mmm, I alwayz have thingz to do. You, unfortunately, have my attention. Ah, the trialz of being you.

Iz hard?

*lowers his voice*

No, it is obviously not fucking hard. I've got nothing to fucking get hard thanks to you and your little dickless friend.

I meant your head, mais if you wish to talk about that head. *giggles*

Oh? Doez it bother you to lay back et take it, as you so put? What iz the difference between being man or woman? *puts her chin in her hand* I am curiouz.

Oh, I'll just bet you are. Curious, my ass. What, you want to know what it's like to have a dick? Why don't you just use one of those fucking spells on yourself? Because obviously you already know how to lay back and take it.

I do not need a penis. I have choice of many already. I am curiouz how it effectz you.

Mmm, you know of taking much better than I. Iz it the lack of control that hurtz most?

*grabs Fleur's wrist*

Lack of self-control? Lack of self-CONTROL?

*Rips her wrist from his grasp.*

*Her eyes glowing and giving the firm command along with the steel in her voice.* Do. Not. Touch. Me.

Et, I did not say "self" control. I said control. You have nevah given control to another, have you?

And why should I? Not a very smart thing, to go around trusting other people. In the end, you only get fucked.

Trust iz given on both sidez. You do not take et get in return. Comprend?

If you only take, you "get fucked". Iz why you like thiz. *waves to Joe's breasts* If you do not give some, what iz the purpose of interacting with anyone? It iz boring! Even I give.

The purpose, is pleasure. Isn't that what everything in life is about? And what is it you give? You trust? Your soul? Your love? Fucking likely.

*smug*

Oui.

*startled, she grabs the tequila and takes a large drink*

You-

*takes another drink*

*still smug*

What? You do not think a sex demon can feel?

I had many friendz and loverz at home. I do not feel easily, mais I do feel. Et, here, I feel even more. I love. It iz how you live.

You expected me to say I did nothing of that. Ha on you. Nevah judge the book by its cover.

Fuck. What am I supposed to know about sex demons? Sorry, we didn't really have those where I came from.

Tell me, though, what's the use in feeling if you're just going to leave all these poor saps?

You feel heartbreak. You have sadness. Life can be a shite. It iz also very happy. You do not let the shite bother.

*shrug* I leave and find another. It iz my way. They mostly understand. Not all. It iz alright to be a little evil.

Doesn't sound alright to me. Sounds pretty shitty.

what if there isn't another?

I do not find it shite. It iz my way. You must find your own that doez not include rape et misuse of the unwilling.

For me, there iz alwayz another. It may not be what I want, mais I will win in the end.

Ah, the heart of the matter. There iz one.

Who said anything about a fucking heart?

"What if there iz not another?"

Is that not what you said? I said that iz the heart of the matter. You do not trust because you fear they leave, oui?

I don't fucking fear it, they do. They did. No fucking fear involved at all. Just fucking betrayal.