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[burning_evil]

Bah. Sundays. Boring. Hence, one incarnation of Satan, inna bar. He's smoking as usual and for once, isn't surveying the denizens of Bar. He's staring out of the observation window instead with a blank expression.

Could mean anything.

[OOC: Need to slowtime for one hour, say sorry. Will be back after that! Back!]

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[song_tra_bong]

Oh good Lord.

Not that she expects the thought will make him vanish in a puff of smoke, but every little bit helps.

Given that no vanishment has occurred, she sets about ignoring him and heads over to the bar for a drink. It may not be holy water, but tequila's much more soothing.

[burning_evil]

He bursts out into a laugh, almost involuntarily.

'Oh, good try Ms. Bell,' says the voice by her ear, congratulating her.

'No one's tried that approach for ages.'

At least a week.

[song_tra_bong]

She freezes, glass halfway to her mouth, and a shudder crawls down her spine.

"Wasn't expecting it to work," she mutters, jaw clenching.

She knows he'll hear her. He always does.

[burning_evil]

'I should hope not,' he says, brightly. 'I didn't have you down as the ignorant type.'

But she could still prove him wrong.

[song_tra_bong]

"Glad to hear you think so highly of me."

Even if she'd prefer he not think of her at all. Ever.

[burning_evil]

'Did I say that?'

Acknowledging intelligence is not the same as having high regard for someone. Or something, as he now thinks of her as.

[song_tra_bong]

She doesn't visibly flinch.

"No. But you never did favor the direct approach."

(come at you sideways under your guard and tell you things he should not know but always will)

[burning_evil]

'Well, what can I tell you?'

Smirk.

'A certain twistiness was just written in my destiny.'

Or something like that.

[song_tra_bong]

"Lucky you."

She knocks back a shot. "Keeps existence from getting boring."

[burning_evil]

'I am certainly never bored. How could I be, with things like you around to keep me entertained.'

Yes, that'll be the Leer showing up.

'If you need lessons on what to do to keep yourself occupied through your expanded years, don't hesitate to look me up.'

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne doesn't mind the leer from most people. Operative word there being people.

"The little ray of sunshine in your life. Lucky me."

She snorts. "Somehow I doubt I'm going to have to go looking for you."

The odds of him leaving her alone are not high, in her estimation.

[burning_evil]

'You flatter yourself,' he murmurs, swirling scotch around his glass casually.

But she's not wrong.

[song_tra_bong]

She arches an eyebrow.

"Somebody has to."

[burning_evil]

He looks shocked! Shocked!

'Mary Anne! Are you implying that I don't flatter you?'

How remiss of him!

[song_tra_bong]

"Did I say that?"

She smiles. "Your compliments may be a little...left-handed at times, but I could never accuse you of neglecting me."

Never, ever neglect.

[burning_evil]

'And I'm sure you appreciate the attention.'

He smirks and raises his glass to her briefly.

'And now, you must tell me how you've been.'