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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

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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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Eyeroll.









"... Every time I attempt to be subtle, you have to spoil it."

[oneman_onevote]

"You assume that I require confirmation to have understood."

Slow smile.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck grins back.

"It is I who requires the confirmation. At times I fear I haven't yet corrupted you sufficiently."

[oneman_onevote]

Slight surprise.

"Really?"

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

He just smiles.

[oneman_onevote]

He just shrugs, and finishes his coffee.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck slides off his stool and presses a lingering kiss to Havelock's lips.

Then he saunters (much more steadily than before, thank-you-very-much) in the direction of the stairs.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock calmly replaces his mug on the bartop and follows at a casual pace.

He's not completely oblivious, people.