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Puck does not stagger downstairs. He ambles. There is a difference.

He also is not wearing a shirt.

He also has a bottle of absinthe drawn on his back.

The fae ambles over to the bar and drops his head onto the countertop.

Oddly enough, he may have had a few absinthe hallucinations last night.

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Approximately fifteen liquid ounces of caffeine later, Puck says, "I do feel a little better ..."

"I am glad," Havelock says, possibly stating the obvious a little.

"Do you remember how much you drank? Your tolerance is... impressive, as I recall."

Puck smiles ruefully.

"It is. However, it was quite a night."

Havelock smiles wryly, what of it can be seen.

"It looked interesting, what little I saw. Some kind of game?"

He grins a little.

"Some kind indeed. I would have invited you in, but it seemed a little less after your tastes."

"You interpreted the situation correctly."

He tilts his head slightly before sipping his coffee again.

"Interesting, however."

He tilts his head to the side, which is a bit of a mistake, as it leads to tiny stabs of pain in the temple region.

"... Out of curiosity, what little bit did you see?"

Havlock considers.

"There was some kind of... pink entity."

Puck frowns.

"Yes ..." he says slowly. "There was ... wasn't there?"

One slim hand slides down his back, down to the approximate location of the doodled absinthe bottle.

Havelock doesn't look.

"There is a picture of an absinthe bottle there, if you are wondering."

Puck doesn't look either.

"Oh, I know."

He sounds vaguely distracted.

Havelock watches him politely.

And doesn't ask.

After a moment, he smiles brightly.

"The rest of it was lovely," he says, ~~snuggling~~ leaning a little closer. "Quite a shame you missed it."

Havelock shrugs gracefully, adjusting the gentle arm around Puck.

"I made some headway with my reading."

Puck laughs, sharp and soft.

"Oh, you are terribly good."

"I should hope so, these volumes are tedious even for me."

Havelock is a picture of serenity as he sips his coffee.

Hiss.

Blank look.

Sip of coffee.

"It should serve you a little better to be more jealous, I think."

"Why?"

The blank gaze is unwavering.

He half-shrugs against Havelock's shoulder.

"You can hardly trust me, can you?"

For example, with Randall Flagg.

If Havelock was someone else, perhaps he would say something like: But that is your choice. I couldn't change you if I tried. I don't want to change you.

But, being himself,

"It makes life interesting."

Puck ... snorts.

"Oh, very."

Havelock shrugs elegantly and sips his coffee.

If is clear he considers his point made.

The fae gives him a shove. Not a very hard shove.

Just kind of a "you suck" shove.*