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[speaknoweevil.livejournal.com]

On the down side: this isn't where he meant to end up, and he's got about fifteen cents total on him.

On the plus side: there's snow outside. Novelty! Neptune's white powder tends to be of a different sort.

Now, to go outside or not to go outside?

[OOC: Not necessarily in for long. Ahahaha. Hah.]

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[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

There's a small girl observing him steadily, from a seat a few feet away.

It's possible she has designs on his fifteen cents, but it's not very likely.

[speaknoweevil.livejournal.com]

You never know, with the tiny blondes.

"I'm sorry, do I have somethin' on my face?"

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Mary looks rather puzzled.

"Yes," she says, inspecting said face carefully, "but I think it is meant to be there, isn't it?"

[speaknoweevil.livejournal.com]

Weevil snorts, and leans forward an inch or so. For once he's actually got the height advantage.

"You don't move your eyes, you might lose one of 'em."

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Mary's eyes widen for a moment; then she bristles, scowling back up at him, and drawing herself up to her full height.

It doesn't help, much.

"I am learning self-defense," she informs him, sternly. "I am not supposed to hit people unless I feel I am in danger, but if you are threatening me I think it counts."

[speaknoweevil.livejournal.com]

"That so?" He folds his hands and regards her gravely. "I'm quakin' in my boots, here."

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Mary scowls, as ferociously as she can.

"It is a very hard hit. And I have been practicing at it."

[speaknoweevil.livejournal.com]

"'Course you have. Been breaking wooden boards with your bare hands, huh?"

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

"No," Mary says, scornfully. "That would be stupid. You would get splinters."

[speaknoweevil.livejournal.com]

He snickers. "Yeah, breakin' faces is easier on the knuckles. You got a name, girl?"

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

"I am Mary Lennox," Mary says, loftily; she's standing on her tip-toes, by this point.

(It still doesn't much help.)

"Why, do you break faces often?"

[speaknoweevil.livejournal.com]

"Only when the kneecaps are too much trouble," Weevil assures her. And eyes her own. "Now, imitating ballet dancers, that is intimidation. You work for the Security around here?"

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

"Perhaps when I am older I shall," Mary says, recklessly, and resists the urge to put her hands over her kneecaps. She folds her arms in front of her instead, nose in the air.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly's come downstairs with the last of her presents to drop off under the tree. She spots Weevil, grins, and saunters over.

"Merry Day After Christmas!"

[speaknoweevil.livejournal.com]

"Ho ho ho," he says, and turns away from the window, hands in his pockets. "Didn't want to come in earlier and spoil the, ah, white Christmas. That real snow, or that fake shit?"

[awesome_lilly]

"Real snow," Lilly replies. "Apparently out back is Scotland."

She shrugs. Out front is the apocalypse. Weird is relative.

"Oh, hey! Glad you're here."

She hands him a wrapped package decorated with rather a lot of shiny ribbon.

"Merry Christmas."

[speaknoweevil.livejournal.com]

Buh? says Weevil's expression. "Out of curiosity, does anything about this place have any kind of logic to it? Not that I'm complaining."

But presents are more interesting than bagpipes at the end of the world. "Guess no one told you I'm Jewish, huh?"

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly smirks.

"Liar. You're not circumcised."

[speaknoweevil.livejournal.com]

"Rabbi didn't want to ruin this work of art."

Out of the wrapping paper he lifts a sleek, snazzy spy pen.

In . . . pink.

His eyebrows jerk up. After a moment:

"How'd you know I asked Santy Claus for a tampon?"

[awesome_lilly]

"Oh, he drinks here," Lilly says airily.

"I got him wasted on nog, he spilled your list. Just be glad I picked it up for you, Santa said you were way too naughty for him."

[speaknoweevil.livejournal.com]

"This from a guy who breaks into houses to spy on little kids while they sleep," he says, shaking his head. And shakes the pen as well, upside down. "Any messages in here?"

[awesome_lilly]

"Maybe."

Lilly grins.

"But this is a step up from the one that came in my cereal, you'll have to figure out how to unlock it first. In the meantime, want a drink?"

[speaknoweevil.livejournal.com]

There is fiddling. Fruitless fiddling. The pen refuses to divulge its secrets.

"Discrimination against the living, letting you buy alcohol," he says balefully. "But I'll take that drink."

[awesome_lilly]

"Well, I'm dead, pretty, and friends with the head barman," Lilly says smugly.

"What do you want? Grab a table and I'll get drinks."

[speaknoweevil.livejournal.com]

Weevil tilts his head. "I'll have a Deep Dark Secret, so I can store it in my pen here if I don't finish it."

He picks a booth toward the back, and settles back, idly flipping the pen.