Eight-Hour Chainsaw / OC (Downside) / That Bar

[mm_pyth]

Unremarkable brunette, tallish, cheerful, seated at Bar.

Drinking coffee.

Thinking deep thoughts (okay not so much).

Please bother.

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[eidetiker]

The door from the lakeside opens and admits Will, looking disheveled and slightly hunted. There's blood in his hair and smeared on his face, though he's not visibly injured.

[downsidedarling]

Her attention is instantly caught.

"Will?"

[eidetiker]

His head comes around sharply, and he halts.

"Eights -- why the fuck does your buddy Chainsaw have a hard-on for me?"

(That was an unfortunate choice of words.)

[downsidedarling]

"--Chainsaw's here? Oh fucking shit."

She presses both hands to her face, wide-eyed.

Then: "Okay, tell me what happened."

It's clear she's forcing herself to be calm, and it's clear it's not working particularly well.

[flames_within]

He doesn't mean to bother, but when you can't quite remember to make sure that there are no flames dancing between your fingers, occasionally you can startle people.

He's just here to enjoy the wine, really.

[downsidedarling]

...huh.

She spares him a glance, and then a second glance, smiling faintly.

It's a beautiful thing to watch.

[flames_within]

He notices the smile. They've been rare of late.

He gives one back and its then, perhaps, that she could see that he's young. Seventeen, despite the smoothness of his movement. Seventeen and old.

He returns it with a smile of his own, his eyes shifting faintly to a warm grey.

[downsidedarling]

Eight-Hour Chainsaw is twenty-one or six thousand-plus, depending how you count it.

She understands the young/old dichotomy.

"Neat trick you've got there," she says softly, nodding to the hand and the fire.

>.>

[downsidedarling]

The tallish twenty-one-year-old brunette who saunters in the door is not unremarkable.

For one thing, just look at how she's dressed.

This wasn't quite the bar she was looking for, but shit, Milliways will do.

Grinning, she heads for Bar and a drink, with an option on company.

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[partofthefun]

Down the bar is a man in a sleeveless black T-shirt and black jeans, with a trenchcoat tossed over the stool next to him, downing one of Bar's fine cocktails.

Holy fuck.

Eights just doesn't dress like that -- but she does move like that (or would, if she ever wore holy shit those boots). So who the fuck is that?

(And can he tie her up?)

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[downsidedarling]

Her eyes lock onto him, and her grin is every inch the Eights--

--no.

Every inch the Dreamer.

Drinks first. She stops by the Bar for a tall glass of beer.

And then she saunters over to Chainsaw, grinning that grin again.

Casually: "Hey."

(She knows just how to lean against Bar so that the edges of her skirt go down here and up there and reveal a little slice of hip under the side of that corset and a bigger section of thigh above the top of those fishnet stockings, framed in the latter case by black silk garters.)

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[partofthefun]

Chainsaw grins -- slow, feline, sharp and dangerous.

"Hey, baby."