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[thiefprinceremy]

Remy was... just a little bristly, not as much as he could be, but certainly a little more than usual

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[poisonwine]

Belle had been waiting for him to come into bar for a couple days now, so almost as soon as he got settled she wandered over, sliding into a chair across from him.

"Hey. Somet'in' wrong?"

[thiefprinceremy]

He smiled then, shaking his head, "Non, not'in' comp'ny an' coffee won' fix anyway. How y'been cherie?"

Because he'd been out of the bar for a day or two, he hadn't gotten any messages, nor had he picked them up when he'd gotten back just a few minutes previous, relying on a waitrat for coffee.

[poisonwine]

"Bon." She noted, smiling at him warmly. "Got engaged."

Best to just have it out.

[thiefprinceremy]

It was a good thing his coffee hadn't arrived yet, because that would've been a good way to get it into his sinuses.

As it was both brows arched, "Did y' now?"

[poisonwine]

There was much shifting in the chair and avoiding of eyes. "Yeah. Was a political t'in', again, but not all de way, 'f I'm honest."

[thiefprinceremy]

He arched a brow, "Number two goin' try killin' anybody once s'over?"

Because that was the most important question, clearly.

[poisonwine]

She giggled. "Not like it matters. Closest I got is a second cousin, 'n' it'd improve his standin' if he killed that fucker."

Then she shakes her head and shrugs. "Doubt it, though. He's a starfighter, so prolly got enough killin' done already."

[thiefprinceremy]

He thought that over for a moment, head tilting, then he shrugged, thanking the waitrat that brought his coffee, "A'right t'en." A smile, "M'happy for y', I really am."

[poisonwine]

That got an arched eyebrow, while Belle asked for a coffee herself. "It's okay t' be upset, yano. I mean, I'm not 'spectin' y' t' give us y' blessin' o' not'in'. I jes' di'n' want y' t' find out de wrong way."

[thiefprinceremy]

The smile was just a little more sincere the second time through, "Non, m'not upset." He shrugged, "Know y'can do bettern' me anyway, an' always said we made better friends, hell, s'what we tried t'tell t'rest of 'em."

[poisonwine]

No shit to the second bit. "Doan wanna fuck dat up." She notes. "Who else 'm I goan go binge drinkin' wit'?"

This is an important question!

[thiefprinceremy]

Okay, there was the real smile, "S'a bar petit, bound t'be someone 'round who can keep up, non?"

[poisonwine]

"Ooooh yeah. Den dere's dat."

Belle sighed, and accepted her coffee from the waitrat before continuing. "Shufflin' off dis inter-dimensional coil. 'S freaky as hell, 'n' de Guild's pissed at me f'r bein' away so much."

Granted, she wasn't going to leave Milliways again until her wedding reception, but that didn't count.

[thiefprinceremy]

He blinked, then again, then pouted, "Well t'en how'm I s'posed t'find y'for t'drinkin' binges? Schedule 'em a year in advance?"

[poisonwine]

"Bah. Heard o' dis wonderful invention called de telephone?"

There was much eyerolling at the drama.

"'Sides, goan give y' a token so y' c'n come outta my door instead o' yours if y' wanna."

[thiefprinceremy]

"Oh." Pouting averted!

He eyed her a moment more, head tilting again, "Y'serious 'bout t'is one aren' y'?"