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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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A berry lands in her glass of wine.

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.

Outsied Amanda is heading for a workout when she spots Aeryn and therfore changes course to visit with the ex-Peacekeeper.

"Hello Aeryn." Amanda vioce cuts through the air.

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.

"Amanda." Aeryn said curtly, still scratching alien symbols in the soil.

"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."

"How are you?" Amanda sounds calm. The anger from before has been confronted and has passed. "What are you writing?" for a brief moment Amanda is destracted by the thought of learning another new language.

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

"Acceptable." The scratching became louder. It may have passed for Amanda, but Aeryn could hold a grudge for quite a while.

"Ideas."

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.

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