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[Delia is in the bar, curled up in her booth and reading 'the Prince', still]

[jeans, black jumper, hair out, she doesn't look like a lady at all.]

[well, that's good.]

~~[ooc: Will be back in an hour an a half, or so~~ Back]

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Never did, never do, never will. [she nods, and takes another drink of wine]

You never what?

You. Care.

Correct.

Good.

*Thom considers pulling Delia's hair or something. For old times' sake.

But . . . so tired . . .

He takes a drink instead.*

Are you sure you didn't dream?

Yes.

Ok then.

What about?

*He drinks.*

Alanna?

*Thom snorts.* Like you haven't.

Naturally, but I'm not going to share the details with you. If nothing else, you'd blush.

*He staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaares at her.

And does, indeed, blush.* . . . fwuh.

I didn't need to know that.

[she giggles]

You brought it up.

*Thom shakes his head.* You are not helping.

...I am supposed?

*It must be the wine; Thom colors, muttering* . . . 's.

[Delia stares]

[with her mouth open]

*He shuts it for her. Gently.*

[she's still staring, wide-eyed. Though her mouth is now shut]

*Thom raises his eyebrows at her, a caricature. It's almost comical.*

You learn something new every day, Dell.

...and then the floor turns to quicksand. That'd be new.

[she's still looking at him, the expression in her eyes odd]

*He looks away.* And we live for novelty, don't we.

Only thing that isn't boring.