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[weplayparts]

Saffron's in the Bar, looking much more put-together than usual, her red hair gathered up and away from her neck. The dress is - borrowed, in a sense, and the jewelry? Well, its former owner won't be missing it very much, if they even ever notice it's disappeared

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[scots_wolf]

"You look like a princess," Urquhart says, leaning on the bar. "I should bow down to you and call you 'my lady' and recite the poetry of the Provencal troubardours for your pleasure."

[weplayparts]

"Who knew all it would take was a few old threads and a few new jewels?"

She shakes her head, adjusting the skirts of her dress behind the bar, taking care not to bump anything or knock anything over as she moves.

"It's a little - bigger than I'm used to."

[scots_wolf]

"You'll get used to it," Urquhart says, with a grin. "I think there's nothing you can't carry off, eventually."

He leans over the bar, playfully trying to catch her.

[weplayparts]

She steps backward as he moves, anticipating his reach, and stands against the wall behind the bar, skirt rustling inches away from his fingertips, smirking teasingly.

"I'll be aiming to get out of it later."

[scots_wolf]

He stretches further.

"I'll be aiming to rid you of it," Urquhart says. "You can keep the jewels on."

[weplayparts]

"They would make a lovely discussion piece," Saffron agrees, grinning wickedly.

She's still pressed back behind the Bar until the moment she shifts forward just enough to let him catch her in his fingertips.

[scots_wolf]

He pulls her towards himself and kisses her.

[weplayparts]

She cups his face in both hands, leaning across the Bar as much as her skirt will allow her, thumbs smoothing over his cheeks as she deepens the kiss with a pleased sound.

"I'll keep the jewels on," she promises, whispering against his mouth.

[scots_wolf]

"And I can't wait to get that dress off you," he purrs against her lips.

[weplayparts]

"At least have a drink, first," she coaxes, twining one long strand of his blonde hair around her index finger.

"Happy Hour only lasts so long."

[scots_wolf]

He leans his head in the direction her finger tugs. "I'll have a drink," he agrees. "You tell me which I'd like best!"

[weplayparts]

She presses one brief kiss to his mouth again and considers the specials board.

"The Ruby," she decides out loud, leaning towards him again. "It's slightly sweet and very strong - and tastes like cherries."

[scots_wolf]

"Cherries," Urquhart says. "I like cherries."

And taking them, more or less.

[weplayparts]

The drink doesn't come with cherries, but she reaches for the fruit to garnish it just the same when she's done, sliding the glass towards him.

One she drops into the drink. The other she saves for herself, holding the cherry by the stem as she sucks on the fruit, lips pursed around the small red globe.

"So do I."

[scots_wolf]

He sips, his eyes never leaving her face.

"There's this boy who's been losing his cherries to Alfred and me," Urquhart says. "I don't know if he quite realised we're in collusion to corrupt him..."

Alfred, not 'Moist'. He said the name before, but that was outside. You never know who listens, in here.

She knows, anyway.

[weplayparts]

"You scoundrels," she fondly utters, biting the cherry off the stem and chewing discreetly.

"You're both fortunate I was already good and corrupted before I ran into the two of you. Who knows what might've happened if you'd decided to - expand my horizons?"