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A pretty blonde man sits nearby drinking a glass of icewater. He has the most pretty blue eyes, and a slightly smug smile.

Chloe idly drinks her water, not taking in her surroundings. It is the first time in days that she's ventured down and she's not about to be social.

Yet.

A grin from the young man... Chloe has seen him before. He's wearing a hideous yellow coat. A monstrosity of fashion is devouring his body.

He just smiles.

Chloe glances over and gulps a little bit of water down her esophagus.

After a bit of a coughing fit, she calms down a little and tries to ignore him. She takes the dice that Bill gave her out of her jeans pocket and tightens her grip on them.

The young man comes over with a rather concerned look on his pretty face. His voice is rather kind

"Excuse me, my lady... Are you all right?"

Chloe snorts.

"Fine. Go back to your seat."

His smile was beautiful. His mellifluous voice was filled with Compulsion.

"You are going to invite me to have a drink with you, and going to be slightly disappointed that I only want ice water."

A pause.

"And you are going to forget I ever said this and the previous sentence."

It was all so easy.

"Would you like to sit with me? Drinks on my tab." Chloe smiles warmly.

He grins, and makes a graceful gesture.

"Of course, and... I would like an ice water."

Spinning his chair, he sits... oddly with a rather delicate grace.

"Sure." She frowns a little, but shrugs it off. She's got her water after all. But still. It's proper to have drinks when one is sitting and conversing with another person.

He smiles at her, and takes a sip of his water.

"I don't think that I ever caught your name before..."

"Chloe O'Brian. And I don't think I know yours. You're not Jasin Natael, correct?" She extends a hand to him in greeting.

He shook his head.

"No, I am not. My name is Simon Azazel."

His hands are rather delicate, and his skin is very soft. They are pretty, just like the rest of him.

"Good to know. I don't very well appreciate Jasin. He's immature and downright cruel at times. He seems to enjoy playing pranks on people. He threw a crayon at me once."

He smiled rather coyly. His eyes shone slightly as he twisted some of the emotions in her mind. Love and Hate are two sides of the same coin.

"He was probably just flirting with you..."

Simon chuckled, and smirked.

"Sounds like someone has a touch of a crush."

Chloe blushes bright scarlet and looks away.

"I suppose. I mean, he is quite handsome." She laughs softly.

He grinned slightly and took a sip of his ice water.

"And apparently he hasn't been ignoring you either."

"No he hasn't. But I can't imagine he'd feel the same way I do. He's married anyway. To that girl. What was her name.."

His brow furrowed. This is where Shelley's knowledge came in handy.

"Trillian. You know he was rather forced to marry her... They did not want to get married."

"I knew it!" Chloe's face brightens considerably.

"I wonder why they got married. Arranged possibly? Do you think they could get it annuled?"

He thought for a moment.

"They were married by a drunken demon who spilled stale beer on them, and muttered vows at them."

"Then it can be reversed. All they have to do is ask him to anull it. I mean, it wasn't a real wedding."

He considered for a moment.

"I suppose so."

"I might look into that. I wonder who did the ceremony. Bernard isn't a demon."

He thought for a moment.

"I did not catch the name..."

"It doesn't matter. I'll find out soon enough." Chloe sips some more of her water.

"Are you certain you won't have something else to drink?"

He nodded calmly.

"Yes, thank you though."

She nods as well. "Water is much better for you anyway. I suppose my liking for it leads back to my childhood. My mother was an alcoholic."

He thought for a moment.

"I like to keep my wits about me, and there is always that side of it."

Chloe snorts. "Yes."

He calmly took a sip of his water.

Chloe sighs and smiles demurely.

"So. How do you know Jasin exactly? Are you friends? Related?"

He chuckled slightly.

"Yes, friends."

"How long have you known him? Very long?"

He nods calmly.

"Quite a long time, really."

"He's very old, isn't he? Ancient I'm certain. He's got to be, with his way." Chloe's fascinated.

He thinks for a moment.

"Yes, over three hundred and fifty years from what I understand."

"And you are how old?"

He smiled slightly.

"About two hundred and fifty."

Chloe smiles. "Yes. Ancient. At least, compared to me. Wizards live to be at the very least 100 years old. I have a friend who is a wizard."

She rolls the dice in her hand.

"He gave me this." She places it carefully on the bartop.

"I can't remember if it has a spell on it."

He tilted his head slightly.

"Hmmm... We have such devices but I have no idea what it might do if anything."

"Well. Without the magic, in a place called Las Vegas, these are used to win money. You roll them on a table and if the number you put chips on matches the number on the dice, then you win the money."

He considered for a moment.

"How... fascinating."

A pause.

"Natael and I used to gamble some in the old days... He was terrible."

"Because he beat you?" She snickers into her drink.

He shook his head.

"No... He's rather unfortunate."

"Really? I should introduce him to Fleur. Bill told me she's quite lucky. Then he'll be.. luckier?" Chloe shrugs and smiles.