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[tristranthorn]

It is rather fortunate that Tristran and Yvaine have not been turned into animals - who knows what sort of strange ruckus the two of them might have caused as animals with very little inhibitions.

Besides, Tristran already knows exactly how it feels to be an animal, and he can't say he enjoys it very much. He's rather glad that chapter in his life

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[will_scarlett]

Will's just picked up a drink and stops when he sees Tristan, he has manners really, its just he thought Giovanni wore his hair tied back and didn't have a girl.

[tristranthorn]

Bwuahaha - if only you knew, Will. If only you knew.

Tristran doesn't notice anything; admittedly, he is far too enraptured in his own little world, and it is a world that sadly revolves around the girl next to him.

[an_evening_star]

Yvaine isn't particularly certain if Tristran's hair is long enough to be tied back quite yet - but it'd be more than amusing to try.

Especially with a great deal more hair ties than should be considered legal. Or braids. Braids would be fun.

The girl, it might be noted, is equally wrapped up in grinning stupidly and glittering in a rather conspicuous manner.

[will_scarlett]

Manners, yes, Will has those, "Giovanni, looks like ye found a lass to dance with ye."

[tristranthorn]

....what.

Tristran blinks, looking at Will confusedly. The man looks familiar, but really, it's been so long since they've been back at the bar to mingle and socialize that the memory escapes him.

He turns to Yvaine. "Is he talking to me?"

[an_evening_star]

The star peers around his shoulder with the same vaguely puzzled expression before she leans back, eying Tristran dubiously for a moment.

"Well, he certainly isn't talking to me."

She tilts forward once more, grinning a bit crookedly.

"I am somehow doubting that you have the same person," she replies, brightly enough. "Unless Tristran has been lying to me the entire time."

[will_scarlett]

Will takes another look and shakes his head, then gives a small bow, a memory from ages ago coming up,

"Forgive me, sir, just mistook ye for a friend o'mine. I'm Will Scarlett."

[tristranthorn]

Tristran shakes his head with a smile. "That's all right. I'm Tristran, and this is Yvaine."

And Will Scarlett. Hmm. That does sound a little familiar. In more ways than one.

"Your name takes after the fellow in the Robin Hood tales, doesn't it?"

[an_evening_star]

"From the party, yes?"

And she's somehow figuring that his name is more than just borrowed from a story - the Bar is funny like that.

"You may sit if it suits you," she adds. See? Polite! "You aren't interrupting anything, I assure you."

[will_scarlett]

Will just grins and blushes slightly,

"Nay, sir, I'm the fellow from the tales. An aye, milady, did throw a party round Midsummer, forgive me for na recognzin' ye since was a pleasure to dance with ye."

[tristranthorn]

Ah - so that's what it was.

"Yes, come and join us." He withdraws his arm from around Yvaine and straightens a little. Must be proper, after all.

"I thought there was something else familiar about you," he muses, more to himself. "Well, it's nice to meet you again, then, Will."

[an_evening_star]

The motion earns him a discreet elbow to the ribs and a quick, overly sweet smile before she crosses her arms over her chest, attention turning back to Will and smile quirking a bit.

"It is fine, really," she reassures. "It was quite some time ago - and it was dark anyhow."

A shrug and a dismissive flutter of fingers.

"It is harder for humans to see and all that."

[will_scarlett]

The way they act together just makes Will smile more and look up the stairs, wondering what Molly's up to tonight, before he sits down,

"Aye, milady was a good bit ago, since I seem to 'ave forgotten yer names an do feel remiss 'bout that."

[tristranthorn]

"It happens," Tristran says kindly, giving Yvaine a Look for the poke in the ribs.

In any case, he can't say he's exactly good with names either, though he tries his best.

"So, what have you been up to since that party?"

[an_evening_star]

Yvaine just smiles up at him again - the kind that translates quiet neatly to one of those overly sugary and vaguely sarcastic 'Love you too, dear.' sort of responses.

Yvaine excels in sarcasm.

And unrepentant abuse of certain parties within abuse-range.

Tristran deserved elbowing and she's interested in Will's answer anyhow. It works out nicely.

[will_scarlett]

Will looks down at his drink, there's quite a lot to say there and it sounds like Tristan knows of the tales at least,

"'elpin' with the 'arvest, sir, an gettin' ready to collect the tax is all. Just doin' what needs to be done."