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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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*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.

They did? What happened? They found a new lover?

Lover. Band. Country. What the hell ever. Does it even fucking matter?

Can we talk about something else now? This is giving me a fucking headache.

Non. We will talk about thiz. What happened?

What part of I don't want to talk about it do you not fucking understand?

[ooc: love the creative timeline going on with fleur. :-D also, we need to have a quick chat re: the curse when you get a second]

[ooc: What? We did this before the angel thing, I swear. *giggles* And, I'm on im if you need me.]

I understand. I speak english. I juste do not agree.

Well, you know what? From where I'm standing, it doesn't fucking matter if you agree or not.

*shrugs*

As you wish for now. I will go cause chaos elsewhere. Mais, not forever.

*disappears into the crowd of the bar*

*Jamee picks up the bottle of tequila from the bar and, finding the blanket Gil had covered her with the previous evening, heads out to sleep by the lake.*

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