Karaoke Time!

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*There is a karaoke machine in the bar. It is very large and very pink.

Therefore, Xander assumes that it must be evil.*

Wow ... didn't know they had an open mike night ...

*He approaches the karaoke machine slowly. It lights up and looks inviting-- as inviting as a possibly-evil-because-of-its-pinkness karaoke machine can be.*

Whoa!

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[sn0w-faerie.livejournal.com]

"Absolutely positively." She beams. "People buy those sorts of things for use in the battledome, of course! They're supposed to blow up."

Taelia giggles, and waves to a wait rat for another drink.

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Well, as long as you're sure ...

*He eyes the approaching drinks.*

You know, I've got a confession to make, here: Normally I skip the alcohol and go for cocoa. But that drink you gave me-- what did you say it was?-- was actually pretty good.

[sn0w-faerie.livejournal.com]

"Tigersquash moonshine. Something a friend of mine usually cooks up at home. Rather good, if I say so myself."

She eyes Xander with a grin. "You sure you're up for another, then?"

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*Xander grins back.* Bring it on.

[sn0w-faerie.livejournal.com]

Just an innocent grin at Xander, and she passes him another glass.

"So, might as well get your name, sweetie. If I'm going to be corrupting you."

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Xander. And don't worry, there probably isn't that much you could do to me. Well, except maybe expose me to heroin, but I hope that you'll save that for another time.

What's your name?

[sn0w-faerie.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, no heroin." She offers her hand. "Nice to meetcha."

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander shakes, noting that she didn't actually say her name, and picks up his second drink.*

That's okay, I'm sure I'll get my fix some other way. *He sips.* Hm, this does start to go to your head after a bit. Yummy.

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"Taelia. Of Terror Mountain, but I mentioned the last before." She chuckles, and downs a portion of her drink.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, Taelia. Is that Jewish?

[sn0w-faerie.livejournal.com]

"No." She laughs. "Faerie. And named after my great aunt.... which worries me at times, really."

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Faerie.

*Xander looks at his glass as if consulting it. Finally, he nods sagely.* Yep. Figures.

Well, I wouldn't be worried if I were you. You seem like a perfectly well-adjusted weapons-trafficking, tourist-sacrificing, evil-mountain-dwelling faerie. *He grins.* Kidding.

[sn0w-faerie.livejournal.com]

"Figures what?" Behind her, wings twitch, amused.

"And... that sounds all so perfectly right. I might have to put that on a business card to hand out here."

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*Xander takes a sip of alcoholic beverage.*

Oh, uh, nothing. The business card idea sounds good. Then maybe the tourists will pick another mountain to visit, right? I see no downsides.

[sn0w-faerie.livejournal.com]

"I can only hope, alas. Though maybe I should go and change all the directional signs around, again. Send them to Mike and Cassandra's yard sale insted of my house."

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander's starting to feel just a bit tipsy.*

Ah, a yard sale. Lots of secondhand fun. Unless Mike and Cassandra also sell exploding things.

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"With all of their junk? Who knows. But its hardly quality stuff." A roll of her eyes, and she downs the rest of her drink.

Taelia grins at Xander. "And I, will see what else the Bar can conjour. I'll be back." Oh... tipsy promises, and the drunken tendacy to go 'oh, look, shiny!'

But she'll run into him again, soon. Promise.