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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard's still in the bar. You just didn't see him.

He strolls over to the usual table, tequila and lone cigarette in hand.

No, he still hasn't smoked it.*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He nods*

Yeah, my third day here.

I tried to flirt with her, until she pointed her boyfriend out to me.

*An unrepentant grin*

So then I flirted with her more outrageously.

[sai_delgado]

Her hand flies to her mouth to stifle a sudden laugh.

"I can't think her friend liked ye well for that, sai."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*His smile fades*

No.

Still doesn't.

I made him into a bit of a cuckold, you see, in the end.

[sai_delgado]

Her smile vanishes instantly.

(Olive Thorin watching silently from the foot of the table, set aside and ignored by her lecherous husband)

"Aye... it'd be ... difficult to forgive, say true."

(Olive lying dead on the ground behind as the cart carried her away to the bonfire. Come, Reap.)

"Not impossible, but ... difficult."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Don't really expect it.

[sai_delgado]

"Mayhap it's just as well."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

It couldn't be helped in the end.

*He casts about for a metaphor that'll work best for her, then smiles wryly.*

Ka.

[sai_delgado]

"Like a wind, and nothing can stand before it," she agrees, not without a touch of sadness.

"But it seems to have worked well for ye at least, and that's something to be thankful for."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

It has.

*He holds her gaze steadily.*

I know exactly how lucky we are.

[sai_delgado]

She's made a bit uncomfortable by his knowing gaze, but her fog-gray eyes meet his directly.

"May ye always be so, sai."

Susan smiles, then, in an effort to brighten the pall that's fallen like a cloud over their conversation.

"And mayhap here's a lucky place for ye, do'ee ken?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*A laugh*

For a given value of lucky.

Ever since I blasted in here, I seem to deal in extreme highs and lows.

[sai_delgado]

Susan laughs, as well.

"Mayhap it's the nature of the place itself? I'd never imagined anything like this, ever."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Probably.

I'll say this for it. It's not boring.

[sai_delgado]

"Nay, there seems to often be something happening with people, say true."

She looks only slightly wistful for a moment before smiling again at him.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

What's wrong, Susan?

[sai_delgado]

"Nay, nothing of real import, say true," she answers swiftly. "Ye know that I'd not wish to cause trouble here."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I never said you did.

[sai_delgado]

"I didn't wish ye to think I was complaining about yer bar, sai."

Susan flushes, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Say sorry. I was only wishing."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He hesitates, then puts a gentle hand over hers on the table and squeezes.*

Don't worry so much, Susan. I didn't think that. I was just worried that you seemed unhappy.

*He glances around the bar contemplatively, and his eyes alight on the clock above the Bar.*

Shit. It's late.

Can we talk about this some more tomorrow?

[sai_delgado]

She looks up at him with a smile.

"Thankee-sai; ye're very kind."

"And certainly, we can -- go yer course in peace, and give my greetings to sai Nymphadora, if ye would."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I will. Long days and pleasant night, Susan.

[sai_delgado]

"And may ye have twice the number, sai."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He smiles at her one last time and disappears down the corridor.*