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[cywyllog]

Cywyllog is in the bar again and in short, she looks like hell. Not the fun, bruisey hell she looked like a few weeks ago, but a nice, miserable, emotional hell.

As per her usual, she orders a cup of tea and then proceeds to the fireplace area. She doesn't even notice the door disappear behind her.

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[lastczarnian.livejournal.com]

"hey sexy." Cue one rude, crude, but sincere Main Man.

[cywyllog]

She looks up at him and smiles a little.

"Hello, Lobo. How have you been?"

[lastczarnian.livejournal.com]

"Good. and ye?" He grins...

[cywyllog]

"All right, I suppose." She shrugs.

[lastczarnian.livejournal.com]

"Ye suppose? Usually means things are bad." He raises a brow.

[cywyllog]

"They could be better." She agrees. "Just an argument at home, of a sort."

[lastczarnian.livejournal.com]

"Argument?" Brow stays up...

[cywyllog]

"More or less. It will blow over."

[lastczarnian.livejournal.com]

"Mind company?" He indicates a nearby seat.

[cywyllog]

"No." She offers another small smile. "Not at all."

Cue subject change. "How have you been keeping yourself busy?"

[lastczarnian.livejournal.com]

"Getting in trouble, shooting my way out..." He sits, grinning. "Fighting, drinking, eating, keeping life simple."

[cywyllog]

"Simple is nice. I wish I had simple."

[lastczarnian.livejournal.com]

"I like simple. Saves a lot of headache. Probably ye could have simple."

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

Cypher spots her from his place at the bar, where he is (in this thread, anyway) drinking a double Johnnie Walker Black Label.

He slowly moves over to the fireplace, leaning up against the mantle, and smiles at her.

"Hi."

[cywyllog]

She looks up at the sound of his voice, seemingly startled, and offers a small, tired smile.

"Hello, Cypher."

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

"How you doin', doll?"

He has a cigarette, of course, and he drags off it.

"You look kinda beat. Rough day?"

[cywyllog]

She shrugs a little.

"I am alright. Just a disagreement of sorts with my husband."

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

He looks vaguely at the door, then back at her.

"You, uh. You went home then?"

[cywyllog]

"Yes, I did." Her tone indicates she wishes she hadn't. "How have you been?"

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

Cypher moves over to the couch and sits next to her, though he's not as much in her space as he was last time.

"I'm, uh. Yeah. Alright I guess." He thinks and strokes his beard.

"Had a lotta weird fluctuations in energy lately. Sometimes I'm real tired...sometimes it's like I'm on speed again." He shrugs. "I dunno."

[cywyllog]

"You are likely still adjusting to this place. It took me some time to feel comfortable, although truth be told, I still do not completely." She smiles sympathetically.

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

"I guess. I think I'd feel more comfortable here if I knew for sure I could stay."

He takes a drag, pensive. "But there's gotta be away around it. Always is."

His eyes slide to her, just taking a moment to drink in her form...her hair, her face. But he looks almost melancholy.

[cywyllog]

She notices his expression, but assumes it has to do with what he's said.

"Perhaps you could go somewhere else, when you are no longer able to stay here and still do not wish to return to your own world."

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

"I heard you could do that, from the vampire guy. I didn't even know it was possible."

He grins, quite suddenly, and it's almost childlike. "Whaddya say, babe, you wanna show me what Merrie Olde England was like?"

[cywyllog]

She blinks.

"England? You mean Briton. Camelot." It's a gentle correction. England doesn't exist for her yet and she's not overly thrilled that it ever does.

"I do not think that would be a good idea."