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[nomorekaraoke]

A demon walks into the bar (as the story goes), asks the Bar(tender) for a drink, and gets one to match his snazzy red and green fabulousness. This is a very good thing.

But what happens next?

((Edit: Sleepy mun means slowtimes apply. Feel free to tag in, just don't expect me to tag until tomorrow night (GMT+1).))

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[perfectblue]

"Have you resolved whatever issue you still possess regarding my presence here, or ought I continue politely ignoring you?"

Illyria: being a jerk to the locals since 2004!

[nomorekaraoke]

The green and red layered drink goes where so many have gone more or less boldly before it. Lorne gratefully accepts the second drink appearing in front of him.

It's...not so much Illyria being Illyria as it is some ancient being of evil wearing Fred's face. See, that sort of thing just isn't cool.

He lifts his head, suddenly tired eyes looking his old comrade-of-sorts-in-arms over. "Resolved? Nah. Bottled up and locked up tight in my inner wine cellar for proper ageing? A-yup."

[perfectblue]

"You have been learning coping skills from Wesley, then."

It's rumored that she's grown a sense of humor at some point. This may or may not be evidence in support of said rumor. In any case, she's neither approving nor disapproving.

[nomorekaraoke]

"No, see, that would be Wesley learning coping skills from me, my little Smurfette."

Yes, says the proverbial devil on his shoulder. Alcohol is always the answer. Why not spread the love?

[hadyougoing]

So Ava's diplomatic mission to Nova Pylea has been postponed for reasons she doesn't really understand about interdimensional portals and dances of subjective time, and given the recent upswing in Milliways drama she can't say she minds.

She has, however, been briefed on the main species of Nova Pylea, and so Lorne gets a double-take of surprised recognition.

She doesn't remember any of the Nova Pyleans being so ... um ... fashion forward.

[nomorekaraoke]

...double-takes are difficult to miss, if you're very honed in on the social games people play. See, body language is a key component of aforementioned games, and Lorne's learned all sorts of different species' body lingo over the years.

Surprisingly enough, the double-take seems somewhat universal.

"...hello to you too, cutie pie."

[hadyougoing]

Ava blinks, startled.

He's not calling her a cow. Why is he not calling her a cow?

(Well, a weird number of universes have humanoids who look like her-- maybe it's a coincidence! There could be zillions or red-and-green-demon universes out there, for all she knows.)

Then she giggles.

"Uh. Hi! Sorry, was I staring? I'm sorry."

[nomorekaraoke]

There's something oddly disarming about that giggle. Maybe Lorne just likes laughter a bit more than he should (what with the dreary state of the world, and his state of mind, having very recently bumped into an old, blue-tinted acquaintance).

It's...almost heartwarming. Which is why he smiles slightly, giving the doll a slight shrug. "Just a smidge."

[stillbecoming]

Buffy is screwing the top back on a Nalgene-esque water bottle, and getting a not-insignificant amount of its contents on her fingers in the process. "I hate these things," she says to nobody in particular, and scrubs her hand against her skirt. Then she looks sideways to see nobody in particular actually is, and blinks.

It is, for the record, not the kind of blink that says, Oh my pearl-clutching Jesus, a green horned thing!, but the kind of blink that says, How long did it take to coordinate that outfit?

(Okay, and it's also the kind of blink that says: Well, this is an awkward time to have a handful of holy water. It's a very eloquent eye movement.)

[nomorekaraoke]

"...Nalgene rip-offs, or a-splishin' and a-splashin'?"

It is a very eloquent eye movement, but as such, a touch difficult to read correctly.

[stillbecoming]

"Nalgene rip-offs." Top-refastening success achieved, she pushes the water bottle away, and wipes her hand on her clothes again. "How does anybody drink from them, anyway? Nobody's mouth is that big! Well, nobody human." A beat. "Oid. Humanoid."

She probably shouldn't ask him if it's easy being green.

She really wants to.

"Just as a cautionary FYI, though, the water's blessed. So don't think I'm rude if I don't shake your hand."

[nomorekaraoke]

"Have you seen Neal McDonough's cake hole? I bet you could fit a baseball in there, no problem."

He clears his throat, eyes flitting this way and back again. He can't believe he just said that.

"I...actually don't know if that's a problem." Huh. Never came up, he supposes. "But let's not find out."

[smallestopener]

There is a colorful someone Ingress hasn't seen in a long, long time.

"Hi, Lorne," she says, bounding over, waving and smiling.

[nomorekaraoke]

And over there is Lorne's very most favorite purple-haired girl. "Ingress!" Forget abut coffee! It's swooping-down-for-a-hug-time now.

"Oh, look at you, sweetie! I swear, you're getting bigger every time I see you!"

The blues are officially vanquished. Huzzah!

[smallestopener]

"I'm nearly eleven!"

She gives him a great big hug back. Lorne hugs are awesome.

"How have you been? It's been so very long since I saw you."

[nomorekaraoke]

Maybe it is like he told Ava. Maybe he is as huggable as Kermit the Frog. "Eleven? My, oh my, you're a big girl now.

"I'm good. I've been...through some really rough times, but I'm better now." About the worst thing you can do to kids? Lying to them.

However, this doesn't mean you leave in gruesome details.