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[sai-interloper.livejournal.com]

When the levee breaks

"Mama you got to move, a-whoo-hoo."

The impeccable blonde in the corner scans the bar with her ice blue eyes and sings to herself, fingertips caressing a heavy glass of a milky drink shot through with bursts of rainbow color.

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck, still in Havelock's too-long black shirt, turns his head sharply. That's ... familiar. Too familiar.

[sai-interloper.livejournal.com]

"Mean old levee, taught me to weep and moan," she croons in a husky voice, and her laugh's like the tinkle of tarnished chimes in endless black space.



"Oh well, oh well, oh well."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck should maybe get out of here-- but he isn't going upstairs, not to Havelock. He stays very still, instead. Watching. Willing his muscles to relax.

[sai-interloper.livejournal.com]

"All last night, sat on the levee and moaned."

She draws out the last syllable into something that's not fit for children's ears.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

He watches her levelly from across the way.

I was not aware you were in the habit of switching genders. Though it *is* becoming dreadfully popular.

[sai-interloper.livejournal.com]

She folds her slender arms on the table and leans forward slightly, smirking at him.

"Not like this, it ain't. Come a little closer and have a drink, my boy. I don't bite."

She grins, flashing a million dollar set of pearly whites, and tosses that long blonde hair behind her shoulder.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Obligingly, he moves across the floor-- lazily, almost as if he weren't sure of where he was going. He could almost be walking to the stairs, but he turns and ends up just a table down from her own.

"Do you not?"

[sai-interloper.livejournal.com]

"No, I do not."

And she's the perfect picture of innocence. A halo almost appears above that angelic head.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck leans back against the table, propping himself up on his elbows.

"My error, then," he says, looking off somewhere else.

[sai-interloper.livejournal.com]

Did I mention that she's dressed head to toe in the most dazzling cream suit you could ever lay eyes on?

She leans forward as he leans back and the lapels of her jacket part to reveal a stylish black camisole underneath, and something glints around her throat on a black chain.

"Shame on you."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

He stiffens.

Jack isn't going to be pleased, oh no.

"Yes," he agrees softly. "Shame on me indeed."

[sai-interloper.livejournal.com]

Her smile is definitely catlike this time.

"This is quite a pretty little piece, Puck. Anyone special give it to you?"

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

A raised eyebrow, and his own smile is bright but brittle, like thin ice.

"You don't know?"

[creator_raven]

"You are fond of colors?"

Raven blinks at someone who is more than a little familiar.

She mentions none of that.

[sai-interloper.livejournal.com]

She leans back in her booth and extends killer legs ending in a killer set of black stiletto heels.

Her smile is far more natural than the Man's would be, electric white and dazzling.

"I like all of the Bends 'o the Rainbow."

[creator_raven]

If Raven thought about sex, she might be impressed. Unfortunately, from one point of view, it is not a thing she notices much.

"I can see that, I think. It is well enough."

[sai-interloper.livejournal.com]

"It's served me well in the past."

She gestures to the seat across from her with an elegant hand.

"Have a seat, my friend, and order yourself something to drink."

[creator_raven]

"They do that, perhaps."

She settles herself, oddly birdlike, on a nearby seat, and orders a whiskey.

She tilts her head, then, and blinks.

"Is 'friend' an accurate term? I am uncertain."

[sai-interloper.livejournal.com]

"It's a coloquial term, commonly used to instill a sense of a bond between two strangers, or used by one to lull the other into a sense of false security before sticking a knife in their back," she says, and takes a delicate sip of the drink.

[creator_raven]

Raven blinks.

"I try not to lie in order to accomplish the second. It is simpler, in its way."

She tilts her head.

"Which way did you intend it this time? It is a thing to know, I think."

[sai-interloper.livejournal.com]

"A little of both, perhaps, should you assume that I'd expend the effort to try, although I've many knives and not nearly enough little faeries to stick them into."

[creator_raven]

"They like that sort of thing? I am not quite surprised, perhaps."

She blinks.

"It is almost a pity, I think, that I am no faerie. Though not much of one, perhaps."

[sai-interloper.livejournal.com]

"Faerie folk are too curious for their own good. Better that you're not. You'd stand a fighting chance," she says conversationally.

The drink disappears and is replaced with a glass of chilled Chardonnay.

[creator_raven]

You think that. It is almost funny, perhaps."

She smiles, slightly, and takes a sip of recently acquired whiskey.

What the 'that' is--that is left somewhat unclear.

[sai-interloper.livejournal.com]

"Life is funny, sweetheart. It's all a show."

She snaps her fingers and she's a buxom brunette.