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[goldenglasses]

A drink right now sounds like a pretty good idea to me.

[Voice//Filtered from Legato//Threadjacking get it, jack, whatever.]

[crisis_rain]

[Vash offering to have a drink with Jack? This could be fun :)]

Oh! Hey if you two are hittin' the bar then count me in!

YAY [voice/same filter]

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I know three gents for whom, gentlemen, it has been far too long since a session of this magnitude has happened.

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[goldenglasses]

Sounds good to me. I can meet you guys there in about twenty minutes.

unsurprising suprose

[slaying]

Buffy was slicing up lemons. Lemons and limes. Lots of lemons and limes. All in thin, pretty little slices. She was good with a knife. Knife-skills? Definitely on her resume. Maybe it was a creative skewing of what knife-skills were but so much of her resume required creativity. Like the parts where she was also good at whittling and held a museum curator's ability to identify ancient weaponry

: O

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"Annie!" The jovial greeting was just loud enough to be heard over the usual chatter of Good Spirits after a horrible shift, or whatever that Moon thing had been.

"No Screech tonight, she-who-slays! Nothing what will boil my tongue out of my mouth, savvy?"

[slaying]

She could meet jovial with jovial. That was simple enough. Time and space had given her enough come-to-termedness that Buffy Summers could smile and manage normality -- her version of it, at least.

"I'm still not convinced that it shouldn't be boiled out of your mouth," she said even as she reached for the 'good stuff'.

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"Nonsense! I haven't seen a tongue boiled out in years!" He'd already had quite a bit of liquid cheer, from the look and sound of him, but Jack was trying not to seem fussed. He slid into his usual seat at the bar.

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[corrinesbell]

Oh, I dunno, I bet I could beat you at darts.

[This Sheena must sound so different from the one he met a week ago.]

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This, sweetheart, is the sound of a pirate not believing you.

[He might sort of believe her but he's no slouch at it.]

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[corrinesbell]

Want me to prove it to you then? I promise I'll go easy on you in the first round.

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[The pirate, of course, interprets this for himself in the filthiest way possible.] Deal! Be at Good Spirits soon as you can, lovely, and we'll have at it!

at the cullen house;

[byakkoyagirl]

The request she was given threw Paprika for a bit of a left field. Not because Jack, who she only spoken to on a few occasions, was suddenly requesting her services. It was rather what she was being asked to do for him. Dream Suppression. Never was she requested to suppress a dream and for good reason. The entire basis for dream therapy was the exact opposite. Not that suppression wasn't impossible, but she naturally felt a bit uneasy about it. She could always turn him down, though the consequences of doing that did not bear good results either. This was the kind of situation she couldn't really win in. More than that the question of "why" still lingered in the air. Dreams are just dreams. It wasn't like whatever Jack wanted to suppress would suddenly leap out of his head anytime soon

07

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"You're making a man nervous, love," Jack commented as he walked into the room. He knew enough to look in the pictures; this one had belonged to the house's original inhabitants, but it was particularly beautiful, so he'd left it up. Some sort of rainy, upland forest. Sometimes Jack stared at it and idly wondered how it would feel to climb to the very tops of those great trees and leap from treetop to treetop, rather like a spider monkey.

"Have you my cure?"

[byakkoyagirl]

Paprika turns to him as he says that, but doesn't respond yet. She was still quite unsure about this predicament and if he noticed her nerves, then it only makes what she is prepared to do more unsettling.

"Not a cure, so much as a solution. ...Are you sure you want to do this?"

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"With every fiber of my being, I am certain."

He'd lose them...but lost, they were safer. No one else could ever know about them.

"Joyce is the eldest. She's there the most. Then there's Xander, but he's a quietish sort. And Annie's the littlest. Dawn suggested a middle name for her--'Tara.' Must've been a friend of Dawn's or such. Pretty name. Annie's...

She's the littlest. How long will it take?"

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[mountain_sage]

I'll...pass on the rum, thank you.

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It doesn't HAVE to be rum, sage. Whiskey. Beer. Port. Wine. Any sort of poison, really.

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[mountain_sage]

...I'll pass on all of the "poison," thank you.

[Yeah, he's not touching any of that stuff. Not after that one time...]

[Voice]

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But SOME sorts of poison are FUN, Saleh! You're not giving it a due chance, mate!