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Who: Lorne and York
What: Meeting
Where: Ara
When: Eveningtime
York was an odd man. A very odd man. He liked new things. He liked strange things. He liked.. meeting new people. So he was wandering through the freezing town in his dark uniform, and finally came to a stop in front of the large building with the fancy letters: A. R. A. Ara. Huh. He couldn't place the language. Delta reported the air temperature outside. It was time to go in. So he was nudging open the door and stepping inside, blue eyes sliding around the place. Well. This was just.. his kind of place. The Spartan broke into a grin.
People throughout the whole town were odd in their own little ways. Even the ones who thought they weren't. But that was why Lorne liked it here. Misfitted and fitted together. It was full of beauty and demons (well, had one demon) and felt like home. Hence the name. Ara was sanctuary, or home. It wasn't quite the normal time for people to wander in and want a drink or to sing, so it was Lorne and Sal, who was going over the barstock to go grocery shopping bless his heart. The door caught both of their attentions. Sal was pleasant only when needed, so he went back to doing what he was doing. It was the dapper green that smiled brightly and waved over the newcomer. "Come in, come in!"
The blonde nodded and came further in. "Thanks. This your place?" Questioned as he spun once, doing a complete three-sixty so that he could see all corners of the large room, before he came to face the green man again. Not so surprised by Green.
Again, odd in their own little ways. Lorne grinned broadly and nodded. Then he looked around as well. "This is my place." It still surprised him sometimes. "Lorne, by the way. You?"
"York. Hello." He was offering out a hand with an easy grin.
"Well hello York!" He took the other man's hand, shaking it as he lifted his eyebrows with a smile. "I can see why you're making waves. Bless my hearts, Peppermint!"
"I prefer Apple Pie." He gave the green man a wink, and a firm handshake, before releasing his hand. "This is an amazing place! Is she yours? She's beautiful."
He laughed, "Apple Pie. I'll remember that." Winking in return, he gushed a little. "Well, thank you! I figured that the area needed a little place to be a star for a song or two." Manicured hand motioned to the stage area, "And maybe one more place to drink. Like an adorable little town pubcrawl."
Speaking of, "Can I get you something, Apple?"
"I'd love something. Something hard? If it doesn't make you cry or piss yourself, it's not strong enough." That made him laugh, adn he was slowly walking his way over to the stage. "It's lovely."
He laughed as well, "I prefer mine with a little more sweetness to it, but I can see your point!" Sal had already left, so Lorne took it upon himself to manuever around behind the bar and choose something chest-hair inducing for the blonde. "Do you sing?" Since he was wandering up toward the stage.
"Like a dying cow being electrocuted while put through a meat grinder." The blonde flashed another charming grin back.
He chuckled, "Ahh. Maybe you'll be my little Cacophony, then!" He poured one of the strongest drinks, mixed himself a seabreeze, and then walked over with smooth motions to the charmer. Handing York his glass, Lorne raised his own in silent toast. "You just arrived?"
"A few days ago." He accepted the drink with a smile. "So I've got to ask. What species are you? Not an alien.."
"Pylean. It's a different dimension, rather than actual world. Or it is an actual world, but not in the galaxy? I knew this beautiful girl once who'd be able to explain it better." He smiled gently, thinking about Fred. Then laughed a bit, "I know another beautiful girl who could probably explain it as well!" Wee Rivulet probably understood more than most.
"Yeah? Beautiful girls are always welcome." He was climbing up on the stage then, and pacing around it, taking long steps. As if looking for buried treasure.
"So they are." He watched the man in amused curiosity as he moved around the stage. "X marks the spot right around five paces to your right." Where the machine was to choose a song.
He turned right. And five paces brought him to the box. "You want me to sing? But I left my slinky red dress at home." He tilted his head some. "No. It's fine." What?
"Dress code is optional." The demon was still amused, and then mirrored the head tilt movement when York spoke again. "You're sure it's fine, Pumpkin?" King of going with the flow.
"Pie." York turned to face him with a suddenly bright smile.
"That's Amore!" He chuckled again, thinking of that old song about moons being pizza pies. But there was something different about this one too. Absently, a hand came to stroke Jay Leno-like chin. "Where are you from?"
"Onyx. It's a little military encampment planet. For training, things like that. A few years in the future." What an understatement. But he was smirking some as Delta reported how many days he was in the future. That was a lot of days, in those thousand years.
"A few years?" He asked with an amused smile, "Like I'm a little green?"
What: Meeting
Where: Ara
When: Eveningtime
York was an odd man. A very odd man. He liked new things. He liked strange things. He liked.. meeting new people. So he was wandering through the freezing town in his dark uniform, and finally came to a stop in front of the large building with the fancy letters: A. R. A. Ara. Huh. He couldn't place the language. Delta reported the air temperature outside. It was time to go in. So he was nudging open the door and stepping inside, blue eyes sliding around the place. Well. This was just.. his kind of place. The Spartan broke into a grin.
People throughout the whole town were odd in their own little ways. Even the ones who thought they weren't. But that was why Lorne liked it here. Misfitted and fitted together. It was full of beauty and demons (well, had one demon) and felt like home. Hence the name. Ara was sanctuary, or home. It wasn't quite the normal time for people to wander in and want a drink or to sing, so it was Lorne and Sal, who was going over the barstock to go grocery shopping bless his heart. The door caught both of their attentions. Sal was pleasant only when needed, so he went back to doing what he was doing. It was the dapper green that smiled brightly and waved over the newcomer. "Come in, come in!"
The blonde nodded and came further in. "Thanks. This your place?" Questioned as he spun once, doing a complete three-sixty so that he could see all corners of the large room, before he came to face the green man again. Not so surprised by Green.
Again, odd in their own little ways. Lorne grinned broadly and nodded. Then he looked around as well. "This is my place." It still surprised him sometimes. "Lorne, by the way. You?"
"York. Hello." He was offering out a hand with an easy grin.
"Well hello York!" He took the other man's hand, shaking it as he lifted his eyebrows with a smile. "I can see why you're making waves. Bless my hearts, Peppermint!"
"I prefer Apple Pie." He gave the green man a wink, and a firm handshake, before releasing his hand. "This is an amazing place! Is she yours? She's beautiful."
He laughed, "Apple Pie. I'll remember that." Winking in return, he gushed a little. "Well, thank you! I figured that the area needed a little place to be a star for a song or two." Manicured hand motioned to the stage area, "And maybe one more place to drink. Like an adorable little town pubcrawl."
Speaking of, "Can I get you something, Apple?"
"I'd love something. Something hard? If it doesn't make you cry or piss yourself, it's not strong enough." That made him laugh, adn he was slowly walking his way over to the stage. "It's lovely."
He laughed as well, "I prefer mine with a little more sweetness to it, but I can see your point!" Sal had already left, so Lorne took it upon himself to manuever around behind the bar and choose something chest-hair inducing for the blonde. "Do you sing?" Since he was wandering up toward the stage.
"Like a dying cow being electrocuted while put through a meat grinder." The blonde flashed another charming grin back.
He chuckled, "Ahh. Maybe you'll be my little Cacophony, then!" He poured one of the strongest drinks, mixed himself a seabreeze, and then walked over with smooth motions to the charmer. Handing York his glass, Lorne raised his own in silent toast. "You just arrived?"
"A few days ago." He accepted the drink with a smile. "So I've got to ask. What species are you? Not an alien.."
"Pylean. It's a different dimension, rather than actual world. Or it is an actual world, but not in the galaxy? I knew this beautiful girl once who'd be able to explain it better." He smiled gently, thinking about Fred. Then laughed a bit, "I know another beautiful girl who could probably explain it as well!" Wee Rivulet probably understood more than most.
"Yeah? Beautiful girls are always welcome." He was climbing up on the stage then, and pacing around it, taking long steps. As if looking for buried treasure.
"So they are." He watched the man in amused curiosity as he moved around the stage. "X marks the spot right around five paces to your right." Where the machine was to choose a song.
He turned right. And five paces brought him to the box. "You want me to sing? But I left my slinky red dress at home." He tilted his head some. "No. It's fine." What?
"Dress code is optional." The demon was still amused, and then mirrored the head tilt movement when York spoke again. "You're sure it's fine, Pumpkin?" King of going with the flow.
"Pie." York turned to face him with a suddenly bright smile.
"That's Amore!" He chuckled again, thinking of that old song about moons being pizza pies. But there was something different about this one too. Absently, a hand came to stroke Jay Leno-like chin. "Where are you from?"
"Onyx. It's a little military encampment planet. For training, things like that. A few years in the future." What an understatement. But he was smirking some as Delta reported how many days he was in the future. That was a lot of days, in those thousand years.
"A few years?" He asked with an amused smile, "Like I'm a little green?"