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Ace carefully sneaks up on her smug boyfriend. Cue sneaktackle!
Suddenly, there's an Ace behind him, wrapping her arms around his chest and kissing him just under his jawbone. Because she's slightly nutty like that. And she's warmer now, so she doesn't have to scoot around under a blanket to keep from shivering. ~~she'll just scoot around with a Tim~~

Ack!

*Tim is surprized, for once. But quickly recognises a no threat, and returns the snuggling thingies.*

Well hello there my dear.

*And he doesn't mind being scooted around with.*

Didn't think he would.
"Hullo." She takes a seat next to him, leaning on the table. "Up to much?"

*Tim waves a ahnd to encompass the bar in general.*

Work, as always. Whats new with you?

"Not much. Talked to people. Got warm. Didn't do much. Am bored now." And thus, she utters the three words most feared in the universe.

How bored is bored? Anyone interesting?

*As he plays with her hair.*

Ace blinks at Tim.
"I... what?" She gives up on making sense of that.

Did you meet anyone interesting?

*Tim attempts to clarify.*

"Oh! Oh." Ace grins. "Yeah. Talked to a cop from Las Vegas... part of the whole 'fireplace and blankets' crowd. Oh, and a gunslinger. I think I can convert him to the ways of boom." She smirks, happily.

*Tim grimaces.*

Which gunslinger? Cause booming in bar is bad.... Maybe i should take back the rocket launcher....

Ace frowns, and lightly whacks Tim on the shoulder.
"Knock it off, you. What is the deal with everyone thinking I'm going to blow up the bar? Or thinking I'd let someone else blow up the bloody bar? Pyro does not immediately translate to irresponsible git, you know." A bit of her good mood vanishes. She's rather getting tired of that accusation.

*Tim ruffles her hair.*

I'm teasing you love...but if you'd like me to stop, i shall.

Ace sighs, and leans on Tim.
"Sorry. Heard that one too many times, I guess." She shrugs, and studies the tabletop. "Didn't used to care what other folks thought of me and m'nitro."

Still shouldn't. Only opinion that matters is your own.

*Tim strokes her nose.*

Ace wrinkles her nose at him.
"Until you get pulled into some conference where they tell you to confiscate my explosives 'cause I'm a danger to the bar." She points out, mostly without rancor.

One: They probably wouldn't get me to do it. Conflict of interest. Two: i would never take your Nitro away unless you wanted me too. Three: Why the pessimissim?

*Cuddling close to her.*

Ace shrugs.
"Call it post-traumatic whatchimacallit." She doesn't really know why, actually. Seems her mood has been all over the map.

There's this sound that comes from behind the both of them as they cuddle. It...it sounds like static. Or, someone trying very hard to sound like static.

"Tim?" Ace asks slightly louder than is necessary. "Can we have turtle soup for dinner?"

*Tim nods happily. He pulls one hand off from around her, and a fireball crackles to life.*

Mhmm, stew....

Mike swallows hard, but persists in his static noise...which then begins to break up. A news report begins to bleed through the um...ether?

"Comin'atch SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY! Part event of the season. Soiree of EPIC PROPORTIONS! DON'T be left in the cold! SEE beauties in their slinky best. WITNESS your hosts dressed to the 9s...maybe the 10s. THRILL at the assortment of goodies. YOU CAN'T MISS IT! It'll make baby jesus cry."

Ace can't stand it. She kneels on her seat, looking over the back.
"Y'know, usually, when someone wants to give an invitation, they do so face-to-face." She says, looking down at the turtle.

Mike shrugs.

"I didn't want to interrupt."

*Tim leans over as well. The fire ball becomes a long spear.*

You know what else makes Baby Jesus cry? Anal Sex.

*Tim grins evilly and gestures with the spear.*

"Well I'd imagine so. I mean, he's just a little baby."

Ace covers her ears.
"I'm not hearing this. Nope. I am not hearing my boyfriend and a naked turtle talk about anal sex."

*Tim shakes his head and the spear is gone.*

So, whats this all about?

"Which part? The naked, the anal sex, or the party? In all the ruckus I lost track."

Ace whimpers. Really. It's really quite pathetic.