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[howling_laugh]

Coyote is at a small table in front of the Observation Window tonight, looking out at the stars crashing into each other. She's wearing a shirt that is too big for her (Raven's) and her jeans from yesterday. Luckily the leathers protected them from being torn to shreds

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[will_scarlett]

Will doesn't know the woman, but she looks not well and he can't help but worry. So he approaches with a cautious bow carrying another beer,

"Milady, ye looked like ye were ready for 'nother, if ye'll forgive the presumption."

His own bruises are fading, but still clear on his face and his clothing still carries the scents and smells of battle in Sherwood and lakeside.

[howling_laugh]

She glances up at him with a certain amount of surprise. "Was I brooding that badly? I suppose so."

Coyote takes it. "My thanks. Who are you, if you will forgive my presumption."

[will_scarlett]

He does his best to give a proper bow, the bruises from his ribs make it not terribly elegant,

"Will Scarlett o'Nottingham, milady, an ye just looked rather worried was all."

[howling_laugh]

"Merely distracted." That is a big fat lie, but hey! She lies all the time. "You seem to have your own worries." Coyote offers him a cigarette.

[notboundnow]

If she was here for the view, there's a too-tall figure blocking her vision entirely. "Looming with great concern" might be an accurate way of describing it.

"What is the high holy hell happened to you?" Prometheus asks with all his usual delicacy.

[howling_laugh]

Ahhhh, tact. It is a long lost art, among Coyote's friends and acquaintances.

"Precisely," she says, not adjusting her eyes. This gets her a charming view of his shirt buttons. "You need to iron."

[notboundnow]

He snorts. "Not as much as you need to fess up to something. What trouble came and broadsided you?"

He takes the seat opposite without invitation. What's this "tact" thing you speak of, now?

[howling_laugh]

"Who died and made it your business?" she grumbles. Hey, she can see again! Titans take up a lot of space. Coyote briefly considers kicking him in the shins.

[shortofcrazy]

Riley has the fashion sense, wild hair, and spatial awareness of someone who:

A) has just woken up
B) overindulged last night and is now suffering for it
C) is still drunk, therefore thinking that wearing his shirt backward and inside out was an excellent idea
D) all of the above

(The sunglasses he's wearing tip his hand toward a combination of A & B.)

He stumbles blearily into the first chair he runs into and sets a huge, steaming stack of pancakes, dripping in butter and maple syrup, on the table, along with a mug of coffee.

The first time that he goes to cut a huge swath of pancake, he misses the plate entirely, and his fork raps against the table. With an annoyed huff, he tries again, and the second time is a charm. He sets to eating.

Eventually, he might notice that this table was already occupied.

[howling_laugh]

Coyote watches him, with a raised eyebrow and an amused smirk. If she was mean, she'd tap the ashes of her cigarette into his cup.

...nah.

"How is it?" Looks really sweet. Gross.

[shortofcrazy]

Riley's fork goes screech against the rim of the plate.

Riley goes cringe and, "Nyaaaagrafow."

After a moment, his eyes open again, and he peers across the table over the top of his sunglasses.

"...Hi."

[howling_laugh]

The smirk morphs into a grin. He's cute.

"Hello." Hm, something is missing. She reaches into a pocket and puts hers on too. "Long night?"

[nitro_is_ace]

"Don't you look peachy? Tell me it innit the White Bitch again, that song 'n' dance is gettin' old." Ace rather likes COyote, if only because she can put Raven on his ass. So now there's a worried little pyro eying the patched up Trickster.

[howling_laugh]

"Hello Ace." She gets a distracted nod for a greeting. "No. I have not seen her for some time, and not long enough, either. I will live. I have not seen you for some time either."

[nitro_is_ace]

"I promise we haven't been in the same place - there'd be more explosions, f'one." Ace smirks, and helps herself to a chair. "Been in Yorkshire, mostly. Yorkshire, an' on the job. Things just keep happenin'."

[howling_laugh]

"You and me both, dear. I hope your things have been more fun than mine. Any explosions at all?"