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[justasaleswoman]

Demons, like any other group with more than two members, have to contend with gossip. With rumors presented as news and opinions as fact. With stories that have been embellished and embroidered and left the way a meatsuit tends to get left -- in rather less pristine condition than it was found

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[changeinasnap]

Huh.

Guess it was only a matter of time, what with running into an angel, Raven, and Coyote in the past. Looks like he just scored a bingo in the Oh Great Not You Too game.

A crisp snap of a breaking chocolate bar sounds from a bit further down, as he bites into his dinner with great relish.

[justasaleswoman]

Well, well, well. This is new and different.

The thing is, you have that kind of power, even just sittin' around, you're gonna get a girl's attention.

Even if she's not exactly sure what kind of power you've got.

Oh, but she knows you've got it, darling.

"Didn't your mama ever tell you to chew with your mouth closed?"

It's amused, rathen than angry or annoyed, and accompanied by something that's halfway to a smile.

[changeinasnap]

"Nope," he answers cheerily. (Around -- what else? -- a mouthful of chocolate.)

If he weren't on a barstool, this is about where he'd kick his feet up onto the table just to be extra-irritating. "Come on, this -- " he shakes the chocolate bar at her -- "always tastes better when you eat it sans manners."

Just ask any five-year-old. They know what's up.

[justasaleswoman]

Verity raises an eyebrow.

"The appeal of the forbidden?"

[changeinasnap]

"More like the fun in relaxing." He lifts an eyebrow. "Heard that's what this place is all about."

[justasaleswoman]

"Oh, darling, if you've heard what this place is all about, you're ahead of me.

"I wouldn't begin to presume what the maker of this place was hoping for.

"Or if that creator achieved his -- or her, or its, or their -- aims."

[changeinasnap]

Seriously?

"It's a bar," he says, as if this explains it all.

...Okay, to him, it pretty much does.

[justasaleswoman]

"And they have the damn good apple martini to prove it, yes," she says.

"But I've been in more than a few bars in my time, darling, and this one . . . this one is . . . not exactly like the others.

"Of course if you just meant that as my cue to ask if you come here often . . .

"Come here often?"

[changeinasnap]

"Uh, yeah. It's better. Atmosphere, clientele, food, what's not to like? And trust me, sweetheart," he says, his tone and smile not changing one iota even as the edge to his look sharpens. "That wasn't any kind of cue."

Maybe he should be trying to play it cool, but -- yeugh. Her type just gets him on edge. Can't be helped.

Taking another bite of chocolate, he adds, "Could ask the same of you though."

[justasaleswoman]

Verity laughs.

"Oh, don't worry, darling. You're not my type, either."

She shrugs.

"Often enough. It turns up here and there.

"And it's . . . diverting."

[changeinasnap]

"Diverting like how? The people watching?"

Because he's gotta admit, that's one of the things he enjoys the most in this joint.

Most of the time.

[justasaleswoman]

"You just like to watch?"

Because some of them are fun to interact with, too.

[changeinasnap]

"Not all the time," he allows, chowing down on another mouthful of candy. "But it's better than the crop of movies Hollywood's cranking out right now."

Three words, Verity: Good Luck Chuck.

[justasaleswoman]

"It is amazing what people will pay nine dollars to give up two hours of their life for."

Verity doesn't like to tell tales, but she has made some fabulous deals in Hollywood.

[changeinasnap]

"Or fifteen, if you're talking IMAX."

He sketches out a circle in midair with the chocolate, indicating Verity. "So where're you from, anyway?"

Not that he doesn't already know, but he's gonna see if he can get her to admit it.

[justasaleswoman]

"Originally, currently, or generally?"