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Montparnasse is still here. He can't leave after all. He's never going to be happy about this fact. And yet, he's not having a particularly bad day. He's seen few enough people he knows, therefore the people he has spoken to haven't all hated him. Silly them.

Then again he doesn't really care if people do, as long as he doesn't have to hear about it.
So come bother him. Hate him or not. He might snark either way. Or be completely indifferent. Only one way to find out.

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She flicked her fingers dismissively again, "Pfeh."

Then of course came the magic trick, which consisted of rolling a half-dollar across her knuckles and making it dissappear. Which was simple really, if you caught it right with the thumb it could be dropped right into a sleeve with no one noticing.

He smirks disinterestedly. Not much really has interested him today, besides the fellow he met earlier, but that was a matter of luck, and a large sword.

Montparnasse had been a pickpocket after all. He'd learned all sorts of similar tricks.

Sarah pouted, she had quite a spectacular pout when she put her mind to it, "The least you could do is call me clever."

"Clever?" He raises an eyebrow and snorts. "Adroit, deft, tricky, nimble, or smooth perhaps. Not so clever."

"Ooh, those are better." She smiled further, chin resting on her hands, elbows on the table, "Say them again."

For effect, he switches which eyebrow is raised.

"Not without something in exchange. I don't give compliments lightly."

Sarah's own arched brow was juuuust this side of devious, "And what are you looking for in exchange?"

Montparnasse rolls his eyes. "Nothing in particular." She ought to know better really. "But if you can find something I want, I might consider..."

Sarah snorted, flopping back in her seat then, shaking her head, "And people ask why I'm a lesbian." Another dismissive sound and a flick of her fingers.

"I didn't." He reminds her and grins wryly.

"I understand completely."

As much as she tried, she couldn't -not- smirk at that, shaking her head, "Of course you do."

There was only a moment's hesitation, likely for dramatic effect, before she ruffled his hair again, just because she could.

He shrugs and fixes his hair. "Wouldn't that be more enjoyable if it bothered me?"

He's too laid back for his own good tonight.

She shok her head, just un-fixing it again, hell, it amused her anyway, "Nope."

"Alright then." He flags down a waitrat and orders a 'drink'. Serena's concoction. And no, she's being a pain. He's not going to offer her anything. Of course, she's welcome to try and steal his, however, being not a vampire, she'd likely find it distasteful.

That's her job after all.
... well, sort of. She does manage to catch the rat herself, and ask for a hot cocoa. This one comes purple with little blue swirls in.

She eyed it critically for a moment, shaking her head, "I think Bar's trying to cheer everyone up, hence the... eye-hurty cocoa."

He takes a sip from his glass and eyes the cocoa warily.

"There are few times that I'm actually glad I cannot eat or drink normal foods. This is one of those times." Just wait 'til the bar starts giving him green blood.

Knowing Bar, she'd do it too, and not just green, chartruse.

She shrugged, "Still tastes like cocoa though, that's the important part."

But chartruse almost sounds like it ought to be red. Or pink.
How about puce?

"Perhaps. I never really cared for chocolate." Gasp!

Or Ecru, which just isn't appetizing at all.

Sarah shrugged, "don't know if the logic is the same for men, but there's two kinds of women in the world, those who like chocolate, and total bitches."

Mun: *Admits defeat*

"Seems to work out well enough. I fit in the latter category." He replies wryly.

Sarah couldn't help but laugh at that, it was sheer luck she didn't spray cocoa out her nose as she did so.

She had honestly never heard anyone, let alon a man, admit to being a total bitch.

Montparnasse is far worse, but he doesn't think they have words foul enough.

He just smirks. Victory.

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