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He is watching, tonight

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[almosthonorable]

At the next table, Ben is fascinated by the wings.

(And grateful for the distraction of people-watching, if he's being honest, thanks to an earlier conversation.)

He doesn't want to offend the winged man, but once he's finished his whiskey, he can't help but offer a nod.

"You'll have to excuse my manners, but are you some kinda angel?"

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"Only excuse when you've done wrong," comes the reply. "No need otherwise."

Skellig is not drinking anything at the moment, simply watching. He shrugs and there is a rustle and shift and tilts his head to the side. Studying Ben.

"Something like that."

[almosthonorable]

That's true enough.

(And he hasn't done anything wrong.

Today.

-- yet.)

His eyes follow the feathers' fluid movements.

"Somethin' close?"

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"Partially."

One patch of feathers isn't settling properly, so he stretches a wing out and shakes it a bit, in an effort to get them to cooperate.

"Some have said angel, some have said owl, some have said beast."

Usually they just call him freak and leave it at that.

"I am not like you. Nobody is like me."

[heyfootballhead]

Arnold is occupying himself with a yo-yo tonight. He's seated at the bar, back to the counter, legs dangling off the stool, absently practicing various basic tricks.

His facial expressions would indicate that there's something highly satisfying about the feeling of the yo-yo making it back to his hand after a successful trick.

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"One way to take the dog for a walk."

It makes sense in his head, at least?

[heyfootballhead]

Hey, Arnold gets it. The comment earns Skellig a grin. "It's less work than the real thing, for sure."

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"Never had a dog." He smiles in response. "You?"

[foxglove_eyes]

Men with wings always carry some fascination for Lamia.

So... she watches him, with a fruity drink in hand.

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He has seen many drinks like that, here.

"Hello."

[foxglove_eyes]

"Good afternoon," she says, with a smile. "Or evening. Not sure, here."

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"End of all times, time of day is not as important."

[nomorekaraoke]

Well, well, well, if it isn't a familiar face - complimented by a set of gorgeous, gorgeous wings. How could Lorne possibly keep from approaching?

Very simple answer: He couldn't. So, fruity drink in hand, he comes on over with a smile.

"Hey, darling. Long time no see."

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"Has been quite awhile."

Skellig offers the green demon a smile in response to the greeting. He is also more than welcome to join him at the table.

"Been watching."

[nomorekaraoke]

"Uhuh," taking a seat, setting his cocktail down, Lorne makes himself comfortable. Not difficult at all, with the right company.

"Watching or looking?" He has a feeling Skellig knows how to appreciate the difference. "For what?"

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"Both, and learning. People who do not stare."

A beat.

"It's...different. From outside," he points at the door. "Not like everyone else, doesn't mean trouble here."