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In the outside arena we have one raven-haired ex-Peacekeeper. It looks like she's scratching something into the snow with a stick. Could be she's trying to figure out what you get a not!boyfriend for Christmas.

In the inside arena, at a booth, there's one Miss Thea Harman. She's swirling a glass full of red wine and looking generally malevolent.

[OOC: Double entry post fun! Specify who you wish to talk to and if your pup is the type to report Evil Thea to security, please to not be picking her. Thank you :)]

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She plucks it out, wandering in the direction it came from. A smile curved upon her lips.

"I believe this is yours?" It is held out, still dripping wine.

"Could be," he allows, grinning up at her from the couch. He plucks it from her fingers and sucks the wine off, licking a stray drop as it trickles down his thumb.

"You Sir, are a tease." She gave a small curtsy. It was one of her most fun games, putting on airs and graces.

"Am I?" He grins. "How dreadful of me."

"Perfectly dreadful." Thea agreed, draping herself casually over the top of a booth.

"Do you have a name, or should I just call you Ruffian?"

"Most things have names," he points out. "You can call me Ruffian if you like, though, I'm not going to stop you."

"Alright, Ruffian." The corner of her mouth twitched, ever so slightly.

"Then what shall you call me?"

"Belle, I think," he says, looking thoughtful. "A pretty name for a pretty lady."

"And in the story Belle protects the Beast." Her laugh was like broken glass. "It is accurate."

"Do you expect to have to do some protecting, then?"

She laughed again. Giving someone completely the wrong impression was fun.

"Or perhaps I'm really the beast in disguise?" Her eyes flashed, wickedly, before sparkling as usual.

Oh, but who said he has the wrong impression, pretty Belle?

"Most of us are," he says easily, still grinning up at her from his reclining position on the couch.

"You don't even disguise it." She slid into a nearby seat, swinging her legs over one arm of the chair.

"I don't see the point in disguising it. Should I?"

He sits up a little, still lounging.

"No. I find it absolutely charming." Thea leaned her head on her hand and batted her eyelashes dramatically.

"Charming? I can't have that." He sighs dramatically. "I suppose I'll have to change my charming ways."

"I could turn you into a frog?" The girl suggested, the barest hint of a smile.

He raises an eyebrow.

"I doubt that, pretty lady. Besides, I'd make a horrible frog."

"You might get lucky and manage to get a kiss from a Princess." Thea smoothed her hair back, apparently fascinated by the ceiling fans.

He leans back, propping his feet up on the back of the couch.

"Every little girl's a princess."

Yes, he's read the book.

"And every woman is a demon." She replied, finishing an age old proverb he may not have heard.

He grins.

"But what does that make men?"

She inclined her head, thinking on it for several minutes before answering.

"Dinner."

He snorts.

"I think I'd be too big a mouthful for you, darling."

"I have no interest in the shell. It's whats inside that interests me."

Souls are sweet like candy, didn't ya know?

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