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Aeryn bounced over. Well, it was more of a strut than a bounce. Tiggers bounce, Aeryn struts.

"Good day."

She had a smile on her face, but there was no discernible reason to be happy.

"Good day," Atton grins. "How long has it been since I left? Time's weird and stuff here."

"I don't know, but I've only been in my room for a day or two. Perhaps three."

She examined him critically, hands on hips.

"So you did it?"

"Did what?" Atton asks innocently, making his way towards a booth.

"Whatever you were going to do."

She followed, frowning slightly.

"The dangerous thing. You don't look too injured."

"Yeah, I did that. It ended up a bit more violent than I hoped, though." He shrugs nonchalantly, sitting down and looking especially pleased when a glass of blue milk appeared on the table.

"Yet you have escaped unscathed?"

She was a tiny bit jealous. Last time she went on a mission, she came back in poor condition.

"Well, it was a couple of days ago, so I've had plenty of time to recover from any wounds," He pauses. "Not that I needed to, because I did, in fact, escape unscathed." Atton is quite amazingly smug.

"Does that mean I can't wrap you up in bed and take care of you?"

Look out, it's fake-Peacekeeper-pout attack.

Atton ponders this for a moment.
"No, it really doesn't."

"Excellent."

She sighed, and mentally face-palmed.

"Though I should really tell you about my decision."

"Decision?" His Super-Atton senses are tingling. Oh, how they tingle.

"I'm not leaving Milliways. And I'm going to...try and stop pushing people away."

She looked directly at him. It was a far cry from the day when she couldn't.

"Well, that's ... good." Atton nods and gives her a broad smile.

"Good? is that it?"

She might have been a little irritated, or perhaps hurt, but nothing showed on her face.

"It's great. Really it is." And then she recieves a very un-Attonish hug. One that could, in theory, choke a normal person and is usually saved for Wookiees and politicians.

Sebaceans don't really fall under either category.

"Ouch."

Bruised ribs are all well and good, squashed chest, not so much. yet, she was smiling.

Atton steps back and gives her a broad grin.
"Sorry."

"It's alright, it was enjoyable, though slightly rough."

Anyone overhearing that conversation might just get the wrong idea.

"Weren't you supposed to bring back a souvenir?"

Quick, distract her!

Atton pauses momentarily.
"Frack."

"How eloquent."

She was holding her amusement back, barely. It was quite funny to see Atton mostly speechless, if only for a microt.

Wincing at the sound of the door closing, "Oh, lucky us. We get both of you back at once." Says the smirking dandy, with a hangover, in a nearby booth. "Did you return more cheerful as well?" Yes, smirking and hung over. Silly boy. Retribution should be easy at least.

"Oh, Montparnasse, I'm so glad you're happy to see me," Atton smirks, making his way over and sitting down opposite Parnasse. "Not more cheerful, unfortunately. Sorry to disappoint."

"Oh, yes. Jubilant." *Dryly*

"Make yourself comfortable."

He scowls. "So, go anywhere interesting?"

"Oh, thanks." Atton smiles, settling himself more comfortably into the booth.

"Oh, just Rothara. Lots of rocks. Lots of city. Lots of stabbing," He shrugs. "Gets boring quickly. You're scowling, by the way."

Oh yes, there is major eye rolling at this.

"Rocks you say? Oh no, that is most interesting. You are correct though, cities, stabbings, those things have no appeal. But rocks..." He smirks.

Never to hungover to be crass. "Did you stop to consider that there might be a reason?"

Atton feigns a look of horror.
"Well, I just thought you had a headache or something. Monty," He fights to suppress a smirk and fails. "Did somebody reject you? Or steal something from you? Perhaps you've been trying your hand at art and have had no inspiration?"

Beat.

"Y'know, if you smile," Atton reaches forward to take each side of Nasse's lips between two fingers and pull them into a smile. "It will feel a lot better."

He rolls his eyes again. Go figure.

Then jerks back, growling. That was a mistake "Ne joue pas avec moi! Enculeur de porcs. Mon dieu, tu me prends la tête! Enculer a chien!" He snarls and clutches his head. "Again."

Atton doesn't speak French, so he just goes on what he does understand.
"I don't speak gibberish, but I did hear you say 'again'," He grins. "Well, if you insist." And abruptly he's reaching for the sides of Parnasse's mouth again.

Montparnasse swats at the hand. Atton is both lucky that he's hung over and unarmed. "I said don't push your luck, pig fucker." Among other things.

"That's not very nice," He leans forward slightly. "I will push my luck if I want to, Monty. And there's really nothing you can do to stop me."

"I very much doubt that." He replies coolly.

What with a goddess/demon, angel, vampire, peacekeeper, and harper all wanting him to keep out of trouble, surely someone can see to it that Atton doesn't antagonize. That or he could recruit the ghostbuster for great earpulling.

They could pose a problem for Atton. Lots of problems, in fact.

"That's because you're an idiot." Atton replies with a small smile. Raising his hand, he exerts the Force towards the sides of Parnasse's mouth, attempting to pull it into a smile.

He stands. Too quickly, and rubs his temples again.

He turns and walks to the bar. He was in no mood to deal with this now.

"You're looking lost."

Random smiles, sympathetically.

"Can I be of service?"

"Yes. What's the date today?" Of course, Atton didn't know the date when he left, so that might be a problem. Nor did he know if there was a date, except 'End of the Universe'.

"The last one."

He thinks for a moment.

"September 17th where I'm from. If that's of any help."

Atton blinks and shakes his head.
"It isn't, really."

"Well, I've been out of the bar recently, so I can't tell you much."

He shrugs.

"I'm Random, by the way. Of Amber."

"Atton. Atton Rand. Of ... a whole lot of places, really." Atton offers a hand to shake, giving Random a small smile.

"Atton as in Aeryn's friend?"

He's now grinning brightly.

"I've been hoping to meet you."

Atton grins back, perhaps a tad nervously.
"Yes, Atton as in Aeryn's friend. I take it you know her, then?"

"Of course."

He leans back in his seat.

"We're close friends."

There's something reassuring in his voice.

Atton smiles and nods.
"That's good," He sits down opposite Random. "How is she? I've been away for a couple of days."

"So have I."

He winces.

"I was hoping to catch her before I left again."

"Well, it shouldn't be too difficult to find her," Atton says. "I mean, the bar isn't that big."

"I hope not."

He shrugs.

"Just, I don't like the idea of her being left alone here. She's been..."

Having nightmares, but you probably know that.

"Things are happening that make it dangerous for me, here."

Atton tilts his head slightly.
"Like what?"

"Shaky."

He shrugs.

The both of them, really.

"There's been a lot, recently."