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[cheevy]

The door swings open

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[weeper_of_blood]

That is some bad ass drinking and drug taking going on.

Le Chiffre, however, isn't at all as bad ass, and is just drinking straight vodka. It sadly doesn't match the coolness of apple juice, but it gets him drunk far quicker.

But here he is, glass in hand, slipping in near Miniver to watch the poet with a vague smirk.

And really, it wouldn't be Chiffre without a comment to add on, "What hobo did you kill to get that coat?"

[cheevy]

Pout. "It was my dad's. Hi Chiffy." He keeps playing the guitar without pause. It's something depressing and dated.

[weeper_of_blood]

"Maybe you should give it back," he advises, reaching into his own jacket for a cigarette and lighter.

"It's been too long, my dear. How have you been?"

[cheevy]

"I can't. He's dead."

Spaketh the hippie, flatly.

"It has been a while, though, man. I've been... y'know... me. How about you?"

[dazzling_future]

Bella is studying again. As interesting as her paper on the philosophy of mathematical thought is, she's glad for a distraction. Any distraction.

So, if this poet happens to look in the general direction of the picture window, he will see a rather neurotic Victorian student trying vainly not to stare at the coat.

[cheevy]

[ooc: Oh holy crap, you're awesome, whoever you are XD]

Miniver looks all sorts of places. And when he looks her way, he smiles a little at the Victorian getup. He's been to Wilde's England. He enjoyed it immensely.

His playing switches to something... older.

[dazzling_future]

"Oh! Hello. That is quite a...nice coat."

She's nothing if not polite. She smiles back, and nods a bit along with the music. And then, because it's Milliways.

"Erm. Bella Moriarty. Heidelberg. 1891. I'm still not completely used to this place, but it does provide one with a break from the normal flow of things."

OOC: Thank you!

[cheevy]

"Moriarty like the criminal mastermind?" he asks without thinking. "Uh -- I'm Miniver Cheevy, originally from New York, 1967, currently from Los Angeles, 1996. How long have you been here?"

[gorgonfondness]

It's been way too long since the Guildmaster has seen her favorite poet.

She tries something she did to Draco once about a year ago: Mia taps Miniver's right shoulder and hovers by his left.

[cheevy]

The mouse JUMPS, almost falling off his barstool, and whirls about with a squawk.

"JESUS VIRGINAL CHRIST MIA."

[gorgonfondness]

"I missed you, too," she answers to that, as that was the only thing she could say without giggling.

She didn't think it would work quite like that.

Will a careful hug take the shock off?

[cheevy]

It would.

And in a moment, she has a small poetman CLINGING LIEK WO at her.

[missginnytonic]

There is a cute little girl that comes over to say hi.

"Hello Sir"

[cheevy]

The tiny redhead is regarded with confusion.

"H'lo," he answers finally. "Did I meet you and forget?" She looks... familiar-but-not.

[missginnytonic]

She smiles and shakes her head.

"I don't think so. I've never been here before I'm Ginny..."

[cheevy]

"WEASLEY?" Miniver laughs. "Oh gracious. I know you, little miss. But not YOU-you. What's up, kid? I'm Miniver."