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[to_the_fairest1]

Eris is in the bar, because she is not on her island, in Tokyo, or in New Orleans. Yet.

Now's your perfect chance to finagle an invitation to Mardi Gras.

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[warsgod]

*Ares is at the table now. No flashy entrance or special effects, he is just there. Smoking*

[to_the_fairest1]

Eris smirks at him.

"H'lo, brother mine."

[warsgod]

Hey there, sis.

*He takes a drag and blows shapes in the smoke*

[to_the_fairest1]

"And what mischief will you find, this fine and lovely evening?"

[warsgod]

Not sure. The night is still young.

*He grins and takes a drag*

[to_the_fairest1]

A smirk, as she steals one of his cigarettes.

"No plans at all?"

[warsgod]

*He looks sideways at her*

You really need to get your own cigarettes. And no, no plans...yet.

[to_the_fairest1]

She grins, and mockingly blows him a kiss.
You say a damn thing, Caleb, and I will KEEL you. I swear.
"Why? I only ever smoke around you or 'Zire, I swear."

[warsgod]

I'm a bad influence. I get that a lot.

*He takes another drag*

Where's your mortal? I still haven't met him.

[to_the_fairest1]

She shrugs.

"Denver, most likely. I'm thinking of picking him up and taking him to the party tonight, though."

[warsgod]

Party?
ooc:I bet you are looking for bad hidden stuff aren't you? SHAME ON YOU!
*His interest is peaked*

[to_the_fairest1]

She nods.
Dear little baby, waking, sleeping
"Over in New Orleans... with Dearest's David's family and friends. Seems only right, after all."
May you be safe within God's keeping
Eris shrugs a little.

[warsgod]

David?

[to_the_fairest1]

A smirk.

"Seems like Loki's quite taken with him. He's a vampire. Sweet boy. Suits him well."