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[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Giles was in the bar. He still had the book of Enochian magic, but there was also a book of binding rituals.
Also the Silmarillion, and a book on Sumerian rituals of binding as well.
There was also a bottle of scotch and a glass on the table. The bottle and the glass definitely look used.

Hmmm... dare you approach?

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck is nothing if not daring.

And so, if Giles cares to look up, he will see one of the Fair Folk leaning casually against his table, fingers idly running over the neck of the bottle.

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Giles did glance up briefly, and eyed the fingers.

"Yes? May I help you?" He asked, still a bit testy. There was a definite whiff of alcohol on his breath, but he wasn't drunk. Not yet.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

He tilts his head to the side, regarding him curiously. He hasn't let go of the bottle.

"Would it be taking too much on faith to wish you good even?"

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Giles peered back, "You may though it has not been a good day for me. Perhaps the sentiment would improve the evening at least."

He added as he gestured to the bottle with his eyes, "And would it be presumptous to ask if you want a glass as well?"

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

He glances down at the bottle, almost surprised to find that that's what he's been touching.

"Oh," he says, and adds by way of explanation, "I liked its shape."

A grin. "But a drink never goes amiss. And it may yet serve to improve your evening."

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Giles' eyebrows crooked at that.

He got up to get another glass, but one appeared at the table. Well, that was useful. So he poured a generous finger of scotch in the second glass, and pushed it toward the strange being. He likewise poured a generous finger, or two in his own glass.

"That is my hope, it is not aiding just yet." Giles drank off a good portion of it after saying so.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck takes the glass with delicate fingers and sips contemplatively.

"Well, I was referring to my company," he says with a grin, "but this isn't bad, either."

[animation-inc.livejournal.com]

Her mun can not help herself. She glances over at his books, and her brows raise up higher and higher. She can't help it. She's openly staring at this point.

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Giles glanced back, "Did you have a question?" There was some gruffness in the voice, more of a bad mood then anything else.

[animation-inc.livejournal.com]

"Ah." She begins and then smiles. "I'd say yes, but I couldn't articulate it if I wanted to." She tilts her head.

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

"Ah, yes, I've been suffering from the same at times here since I arrived."

[animation-inc.livejournal.com]

"It's a wonderful place isn't it." She says with only a slight amount of rancor.

"I'm Anita" She doesn't give him the whole name, it's more than likely he wouldn't recognize it. So much for being a household name.

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

"Indeed," he remarked in return.

"Rupert Giles." He replied in return, and no, he didn't recognize it.

[animation-inc.livejournal.com]

She nods at him and smiles.

"Not to be offensive Mr Giles" but she just can't help it. "Thats some heavy reading there." A pause. "Are you a warlock?"

Curious. Yeah she knows the story about the cat, just doesn't put any weight in it. Most of the time.

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny wanders over, because she can

*Without the music he is't nearly as approachable but Penny will try anyway.*

Hey, You okay?

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

"I've been better."

Giles gave a small if taut smile, "Nothing that should concern you though. It is a personal matter."

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*she nods*

Okay, I was just being polite.

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Giles' expression softened a touch, "I appreciate it, thank you. I am just not one for much company right now."

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

No, you seem to be one for drinking alone and worrying about your problems. I'll let you get back to that.

*she frowns*

[namo]

He walks slowly through the bar, taking note of this mortal or that, sensing death on many. He finds it a curious thing.

As his mind touches that of a man reading a book, he senses his brother's touch. Námo turns his full attention on the man, approaching carefully, and speaks.

"I see that you have had the pleasure of meeting my wayward sibling," he says, his bottomless eyes flashing with annoyance.

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Giles glanced back with annoyance, "Which wayward sibling would that be? If it is Melkor, yes, I met them." Another Sumerian curse under the breath.

[namo]

"He is the only one of my siblings I am aware of being here, and the only one I would consider 'wayward'. So, yes." Námo shakes his head. "Please, permit me to apologize on his behalf. I am Námo, Lord of the Halls of Mandos."

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Giles nodded, but then seethed some on the latter part, "Pleasure to meet you, but I don't accept the apology since I wouldn't accept it even from him. Your brother has a penchance for raping mortals' minds, that is not wayward. That is criminal and evil."

[namo]

"Well, yes, that is true. But he is still my brother." Námo tilts his head slightly. "Have you never had a brother?"

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

"I have, two years younger than me, and he has a family."