By when they came to the bar, Dustfinger's mood had improved. The fire being's presence made him feel much better. Gwinn was lying around his neck liky a scarf and also seemed to have nothing against a visit to the bar again.
Dustfinger smiled when he pushed open the door to let Loki in before him. When he saw how many people were there, his face changed automatically. He was a travelling juggler and fire-dancer after all. People did not want to look at performers with gloomy faces, and so he always looked as happy as he could when he was in the company of many others from habit.
Loki just caught the words "spoilsport and liar" as he entered. He looked at the speaker and grinned widely. "You aren't by any chance talking about my family, are you?"
Raphael turned and gave her a reassuring smile. "It sounds like fun! Won't you stay and play too, Rose?" He blinked at her, the equivilant to Baby Doe Eyes.
Rose still wasn't sure if playing that kind of game was a good idea, but if Raphael wanted to so badly... She sighed internally and nodded at her friend.
"Alright, let's stay. But I still want to hear about your stay in Venice later."
Since he was already standing, Loki figured he could at least make it look as if he was pushing around the tables as well. As he did so, he maneuvered himself into a position where he'd be able to sit close to the blonde woman who apparently had the lead here. She was hot.
Rose went to help Raphael with the tables. This way she'd be able to make sure she got a place right next to him. If she were to participate in that strange game she wanted to at least sit next to her friend.
Belial observed the blonde man moving closer to Kirby, and smiled to himself as he moved to help with the tables. The male:female ratio in the Manor was rather stark, even excluding the angels. This might be fun to watch.
Joe served those first that were still standing by or in direct proximity of the bar and that he could reach across the counter. He'd have to start balancing trays over to the tables soon enough.
He also hoped they were going to put the furniture back where it belonged when they left.
Jan hesitated. He wasn't entirely comfortable with the game the Sergeant had described. It seemed awfully immature and likely to be embarrassing, but everybody he'd met in this country so far was here - with the notable exception of the boy Artie, who seemed to be the only one of the right age to play the game - and he did want to get to know people. Walking out on them now seemed counter-productive and if all the other adults could do it ...
Besides he didn't want to disappoint the Sergeant. She was both his teacher and closest acquaintance - he didn't think it was appropriate to think of her as a friend yet - here.
He'd almost made up his mind to go along with the game when he felt the approach of another immortal and both McLeod and Benjamin arrived. Probably better to leave after all.
He placed the money for his beer and the usual tip on the table and got up to head for the door.
Jan turned back towards her and the room, that looked almost crowded compared to its usual state.
"You've got too many players anyway, Sergeant," he explained with what he hoped was a discrete nod towards McLeod. "And I'm too old for this game anyway. I much prefer more traditional board games."
Dustfinger smiled when he pushed open the door to let Loki in before him. When he saw how many people were there, his face changed automatically. He was a travelling juggler and fire-dancer after all. People did not want to look at performers with gloomy faces, and so he always looked as happy as he could when he was in the company of many others from habit.
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He smiled a little as Loki and Dustfinger entered, glad to see Dustfinger apparently looking better.
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"Alright, let's stay. But I still want to hear about your stay in Venice later."
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He flopped down onto a chair and slouched there, waiting for Joe to bring him a drink or for the table-pushing to end.
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He also hoped they were going to put the furniture back where it belonged when they left.
He didn't really believe it, though.
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Besides he didn't want to disappoint the Sergeant. She was both his teacher and closest acquaintance - he didn't think it was appropriate to think of her as a friend yet - here.
He'd almost made up his mind to go along with the game when he felt the approach of another immortal and both McLeod and Benjamin arrived. Probably better to leave after all.
He placed the money for his beer and the usual tip on the table and got up to head for the door.
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"You've got too many players anyway, Sergeant," he explained with what he hoped was a discrete nod towards McLeod. "And I'm too old for this game anyway. I much prefer more traditional board games."
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