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[el-vago.livejournal.com]

Vago's still sitting at the bar. Same spot he was sitting in last night. Same level of drunkenness. Same dejected look. He's kept it up all night it seems.

He's also continued to sing to himself off and on. He's gone through Health to the Company a couple of times, and has most recently been mumbling verses to Roll Your Leg Over.

Oh no, there he goes again,

'If all the young lassies were milk in a cup.
I'd be a kitten and lick them all up." He slurs slightly.

Someone put him out of his misery, they can only get worse from here.

(ooc summary: Wherein Vago and Morgan discuss marriage, Death, and Dancing. Guess who's been married)

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[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

"Then you need to relax more when you do dance. It's not like fighting at all. You just...move."

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

He nods. "There was a time when I could do that. Until a year ago."

He shrugs, "but enough depressing topics"

He orders another drink.

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

"Dancing is not depressing," Morgan insists, getting to her feet with all the grace of a faerie. She moves forward so that she can watch the flames.

Slowly, she starts to sway, somehow keeping time with a beat with the flames.

Softly, "See?"

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

He watches her for a moment.

"You will not be able to convince me otherwise today, I fear. Besides, in this state, should I try to dance I would likely end up on the ground."
He grins.

At least she was able to get a smile out of him.

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

She spins around to face him, her silky hair flaring out.

She smiles back, impishly.

"Another day."

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

"perhaps. Thank you."

He smiles again, and finishes off his mead.

He does not order another.

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Morgan curtseys, seeing that her work here is finished. For tonight. The dancing needs to be corrected as soon as possible.

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

He tips his hat and nods in return.