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[awesome_lilly]

It's done. It's really truly finally done... except for that one corner and rechecking the light levels and whatever, it's close enough to done.

It, of course, is the renovation and expansion of the Delicate Flowers brothel into the Delicate Flowers brothel and adults-only nightclub. If you haven't heard, well, the large yet tasteful poster Lilly'

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[puckishly]

It just so happens that a certain fairy waltzes by, balancing in one hand a nutritious snack of peppercorn dipped in honey. He'd tried chocolcate-covered chives earlier, but hadn't much cared for the combination.

The sight of the sign makes him grin.

"At last, the much-awaited day draws nigh."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly swivels in his direction.

"About damn time, right? I'll be so glad when all this is ov-"

She pauses, nose wrinkling as she spots his snack.

"Uh, what is that, and is it even edible?"

[puckishly]

Puck is hurt by her doubting face.

"I enjoy it," he replies, most dignified. "'Tis sweet and full of spice all at once."

Adding helpfully, "Peppercorn and honey."

[awesome_lilly]

"Peppercorn and honey?"

Lilly looks highly dubious, yes. But also intrigued. Puck is probably familiar with that type of expression.

"Okay, I have to try that. It's not going to make me turn into a donkey, is it?"

[puckishly]

Puck, in fact, is.

Also, he snickers.

"Who has been putting such silly thoughts into your lovely head?" he says. "No, Lilly dear, you shall remain quite yourself."

He holds out his plate obligingly. The peppercorns are on one side, the honey in a bowl in the center.

Mmmmmtasty?

[awesome_lilly]

Mmmmmnot bad, apparently. At least, not spit out immediately. Lilly tilts her head to the side consideringly.

"That... actually doesn't suck. Who'd have thought?"

She pops another honeysoaked peppercorn in her mouth, just to be sure.

[puckishly]

Puck grins, taking up a few more and chewing thoughtfully.

"I certainly shouldn't have," he says. "Experimentation really will get one simply everywhere, however."

[awesome_lilly]

"You're telling me?"

Lilly gives him a look before stealing a few more honeyed peppercorns.

"Hi, opened the brothel, remember? Also slept with you, but I don't expect that fact to make me memorable."

[puckishly]

:O

Puck looks scandalized.

"You are ever memorable, Lilly dearest."

This might come across as slightly more sincere were he not munching peppercorns as he delivers said line.

[howling_laugh]

"He tells that to all the girls," says Coyote as she picks up her gin from the bar and sips it. "The boys, too."

Someone in the small crowd by the bar elbows her, and Coyote's drink sloshes as she turns to snarl at whoever it was.

[awesome_lilly]

It sloshes on Lilly, as a matter of fact. And Puck, but Lilly's too busy making a face in the crowd's direction to really notice that.

"Hey, watch where you're going," she calls after the departing figure while dabbing at her hair and sleeve. "Great, now I'm going to smell like juniper berries all night."

[puckishly]

Puck makes a face at Coyote-- rather a nasty one, with sharp teeth.

Then he sets about the business of licking the gin off his arm.

(What. No one ever said he was civilized.)

At least the honeyed peppercorns were saved!

[pirate_jack]

A little further along the way, Jack Sparrow's been holding a conversation with Bar -- one that evidently includes a reminder that he'll bring her a pretty gift should he ever be gone so long again.

"Now, luv, you've got to serve up more rum--" Jack breaks off there, swinging around to wave a hand at Lilly and Puck in grand fashion.

"It's a wedding, savvy? I love weddings! Drinks all around!"

[awesome_lilly]

"Jack!"

Lilly is equal parts happy to see him and really confused by what he just said, which... it's Jack.

"... are you getting married?"

[puckishly]

Puck blinks, glancing around for somebody in white.

How is it that every time he meets Jack, he's confused?

"... Are you?" he hazards, at last.

[pirate_jack]

Jack looks startled.

"Not
me, mate." He waves both his hands encouragingly at them, this time.

"You."