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[srsdrinker]

Tonight there is an Athos, in the bar

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[wheatencrown]

He gets hugged by a woman well a goddess from Greece.

[srsdrinker]

This is no ordinary hug, and no ordinary woman, which is why his lips press against her cheek and his hand runs through her silver hair.

"Milady," he greets her, quietly. "Join me for a glass?"

Oh right. That would require a glass.

[wheatencrown]

"Always."

She lightly kisses his lips before sitting beside him and two glasses are there,

"How fares the King?"

[srsdrinker]

Athos pours from the bottle, a healthy amount in each glass before he sets it aside.

"He is well, and things are quiet."

He hands her one of the glasses.

"And how do you fare, this evening, Demeter?"

[lilmsmiraclegro]

Claire's not tried her door yet. On the one hand, this place is weird and freaky and you never know what crazy stuff's going to happen next. On the other - outside is lies and pretense and overbearing fathers and tall annoying boys. So she's staying, just for a little while. And staying means she has to come to the bar for food.

She's got no reason to stop and talk, of course, but he's wearing a blue and silver tunic and he has a sword and for some people that's still enough to get attention.

So she gives him a polite smile to make up for the looking.

[srsdrinker]

Athos notices the lovely blonde woman who's looking (and smiling, which is always a good step in the right direction) and gives her a polite nod and smile of his own.

"Good evening, madame," he says, cheerfully.

[lilmsmiraclegro]

Oh hey, he's talking French! Her smile flashes out with amusement.

"Hey. How's it going?"

[srsdrinker]

"The evening finds me well," he admits. "Would you care to join me? Bar's provided an excellent vintage. I'm in need of another bottle, myself, and a good Chianti is always better when shared with fine company."

[bringer_of_fun]

The temperature around the man may drop a couple of dozen degrees as an iced-up Bobby takes a seat in the booth behind him.

Yes, that is snow gently drifting down and melting on the table.

[srsdrinker]

A good red should be had at normal temperatures.

However...it's snowing. Inside! Athos is much too intrigued by the source of the snow, as he glances around.

[bringer_of_fun]

Bobby won't notice him at first; he's busy making a little igloo on his table by making ice cubes with his finger and placing them just so. The snow seems to be just an idle distraction he's creating to get in the mood.

[srsdrinker]

Eventually, he's got a Musketeer leaning over the back of the booth (he's turned himself around, bottle in hand, which is hanging over the bench...we're pretty sure Bobby can see him) and watching.

Curiously.

"...are you making...snow?"