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A very confident woman walks into the bar, a small smile hovering on her lips that never quite touches her eyes.

Her gaze skips over everyone in turn as she makes her way through to the counter. "What a fascinating gathering tonight."

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Is she as confident as this - for want of a better word - man?

He recognises her.

It makes him smile.

She smiles back, naturally. As long as certain memories don't pop up, she's as confident as everything.

He wanders over, walking as arrogantly as he does everything.

'You're looking hot tonight.'

The accent is Irish. He likes that about this body.

'Buy you a drink?'

She appreciates his arrogance, thinking (a bit arrogantly herself) how brave his is to be walking towards a much superior being such as herself as he does, this 'mortal man...'

"I'd like that. Thank you, mister . . . ?"

'Call me Shaun. It'll do.'

He'd picked it earlier, at random, and will use it for tonight. 'You go by anything other than Lust?' He stares at her hard, as if warning her not to make a mistake here.

'What'll you drink?'

Her eyebrows twitch slightly at his use of her name. "I haven't met you before, Shaun. I'm curious how you know my name ... As for what I'll have, I'm thinking about having an Angel's Wing, but now I'm not so sure I want one. Do you have a suggestion?"

His eyes flick to the specials board from Happy Hour earlier on, and he smiles again.

'How about a Satan's Spawn? I hear they're good.' He steps a bit closer, touching on the edge of invading her personal space - if Lust has personal space. But he doesn't answer her question. 'I wouldn't bother with the Angel's Wing if I were you. Too fragile for you.'

She does have personal space, but unlike most people it doesn't seem to bother her unless she's feeling of a mood to be bothered. She's not in the mood to be bothered tonight.

"Hmm, Perhaps two? Satan's Spawn with an Angel's Face ..."

'Demanding. To be expected, I suppose.'

By the time his hand reaches the bar, they're waiting. Who exactly created them, is unclear. 'So what are you doing here?'

He hands her the Spawn with a glitter in his eye. 'The two don't mix sweetheart. Try that one first.'

"I'd always heard the opposite: That the Spawn always hides behind the Angelic face ..." Certainly it'd be true in her case.

"I am enjoying some time away from that drearly little village. And you?"

'Maybe you're right. What would I know about it anyway?' He grins sarcastically and shrugs. 'Who cares? How are you enjoying yourself?'

He stares her up and down, openly, not trying to hide a damn thing. 'For someone like you , I would have thought there's a lot of fun that could be had. Plenty of humans around - do they like you?'

"I am, of course, always enjoying myself. I love my work."

She shrugs. "It's a small village, like small villages everywhere; filled with small village dwellers who are like small village dwellers in every other small village. There are those who'd sell their souls for a trinket from outside the village if they thought it would make their lives better and the rest would sell their souls to keep things in their village exactly as they are now and exactly as they always have been."

'I meant here. Villages are all the same.'

He orders an Irish and sips at it, still watching her.

'How would you describe your work Lust? Tell me.'

He's interested to hear and can't be bothered with feigning patience.

She shrugs. "It's got a better class of people to manipulate. And for what I do?" She twirls the glass and finishes it off quickly. "I sow dischord to get people to seek what I want found. Once someone finally finds it, I'll take it from them."

He hands her the Angel's Wing, with no expression on his face. 'And what are you looking for?'

"The Philosopher's Stone, of course. With it, my powers would grow beyond anything any human could even dream of."

He starts to laugh. 'Beyond what any human could ever dream of? Well thats not much, they tend to dream small.'

He wonders if she thinks he's human. The thought amuses him. 'You have power now then? Apart from that dress, I mean.'

Because really, it's kind of a force all its own.

She empties her drink and gives him a little smirk. "Of course I have power. I'm Lust ..."

She saunters away (ooc: Because her mun is unsure the comp will keep working ...)

'Not as much as you think you do, sweetheart...'

He watches her go...and then vanishes.

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