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[cheevy]

Well hey, look who's back! That's right, ladies and gentlemen, it's Miniver. The usual palm tree Miniver, 25 years old and ENTIRELY too drunk to care that as soon as he tumbles in from LA, Bar outfits him with copious amounts of glitter and eyeliner

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[dingdongdoodily]

As luck would have it, he also walked in around the time that This was happening, so he got a free show out of the deal, as well.

After Axel and Pickles finished talking, however, Pickles found himself alone once more, and had time to take off the chenille scarf and dozens of glittery, glassy colorful bead necklaces he had around his neck and stuff them into a bag under his chair, and get back to writing.

[cheevy]

Headtilt.

.tlitdaeH

:D!

Iiiiiit's a baby Pickles. AWESOME.

Miniver sashays over in a manner not at all sober and edges about trying to get a better look at him.

[dingdongdoodily]

The hippie got a browraise. "Had a bit too much fun durin' Mardi Gras, didn'tcha, champ?"

Damn bars and their constant interruptions. He stuffed his notebook back into his tight hip hugging pants and looked up at Miniver. The hippie got an eyesquint at that. "Do you got an uncle or somethin' that comes here, sport?"

[cheevy]

Miniver snorts. "Dude. It ain't Mardi Gras 'til you fall over your own feet at least once." There is more eyeing, and a long pause before he giggles, putting the question together in his mind with all the possibilities. "Uncle... heh... nah, but I got a me that shows up when I'm not here."

[cheevy]

Blink.

"Thanks!"

P.S. TACKLE!

[missginnytonic]

She smiles hey he's young again.

"Miniver"

[cheevy]

He is! It happens.

He eyes her, and giggles.

"Dude. Nice."

[missginnytonic]

She giggles to, She's had some drinks tonight. She also has three strands of beads.

"You like it?"

[cheevy]

"Um. Yes?"

He really has no idea.

Drunk poet is drunk! Also, gay. Also, hopelessly inexperienced with women in any context except having the ever-loving snot beat out of him by them. He's not sure it's SUPPOSED to look nice.

[thiefprinceremy]

Ohai glittery!Miniver, have a Catboi!Remy.

Sometime after he'd gotten settled, everyone's favorite (and just at the moment far mellower than usual) Cajun meandered by, reaching out to ruffle Miniver's hair as he passed, "Evenin' Miniver, y'seen y'homme yet?"

And we're just going to pretend this happened before the mun konked out last night. M'kay? M'kay.

[cheevy]

"Huh? Oh, Pickles? Yeah... uh, Remy? Are those REAL?"

[thiefprinceremy]

"Good." And cue ear-cocking, "S'what real?"

Because really, could be the ears, could be the tail, could be the pointy vicious little cat teeth, could be any number of things.

[cheevy]

"Uhh... you're a kitty!"

It's actually really cool. Miniver wants to pet him.

...so he does.