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[spiffeh_zero]

Who: Zerokins & assorted others. 
Where: Bar in the Realm of the Unwanted
When: January 14th, noon. 
What: A nice little conversation between 'friends.'

Three more days was three days too many. Zero had received only one of Gabriel’s letters, and that was a few too few for his liking. The Longcoat hadn’t said much, but Zero was expecting better news

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[spiffeh_zero]

His men were quiet, although he could imagine the look on their face without needing to look. If this were happening to any man but himself, Zero would be in tears from laughter, or he would have left by then. Of course not, the world revolved around Zero, therefore the bad came with the good. Damn the bloody whore.

She forced his head forward, and he didn't get the chance to struggle before she began to speak. That was one thing he didn't want the other men to hear. Zero could feel the blood rush from his features for a few seconds, the smirk turning to a blank look.

It was a few seconds too many before the blood flooded back into his face, and a little too quick at that. Zero pressed the barrel of the gun into her shoulder, shoving her away from him. His finger itched on the trigger, but if he pulled it, he would hit Dawson as well. As much as he hated the man at the moment, he was still valuable for the time being.

"Uh-I..." Get yourself together, man, you aren't a puppy anymore. He swore to himself to never do that again. Zero had been a young man back then, still in training, he'd believed himself to be in love. What a fool he'd been. "Ah, was that before or after you slept with every single man you could find out on the streets?" During the duration of the marriage, he'd certainly slept around, and she had too, although he wasn't clear on how much or why. For all Zero knew, the last thing he'd just said could be a complete lie, but Ransom and Dawson surely did not know better, and the fae didn't matter.

Speaking of the fae, she'd interjected, and his attention sprung to her, half-thankful for the distraction. Although... "This is not your fight, fae." God forbid Kieran decided to accuse him of hiding now behind another woman. His gun remained pointed at his ex-wife, and while Zero realized what the fae meant, he didn't sense any danger to his life. Perhaps it was just the rush of adrenaline.

[doctorsrose]

Miel threw back her milky green drink then slammed the glass down.

"Fine.I'm not cleaning up any messes."

She moved around the little show and smiled at Gordon.

She reached out slowly to stroke along one defined cheekbone. "My, aren't you pretty? I like pretty."

Best to leave before too many remembered she was there. And if she could satisfy one of her many cravings at the same time... all the better.

She leaned in, showing her pale, and ample cleavage as she whispered in his ear. "I realize the floor show is fascinating. But other things can be even better."

[thomas_dawson]

Gods, she did know how to stoke a man's fire. Even knowing that every movement was calculated to entice him didn't put him off. Instead he found it addictive, and gladly let her do what she wished. While he was definitely usually the aggresor when it came to females, he gladly let her take control for the moment.

He was already imagining her delicate wrists in leather restraints, attached to a headboard.

Dawson was smart enough to keep his face blank when she tore into Zero and his reputation without even raising her voice. Despite his growing amusement at the interaction between Kieran and the General. The bitch had balls, he had to give her that one. Point to the ex wife.

He'd never seen his boss so completely put in his place, not since Azka-the Sorceress had been in power. The Witch had enjoyed cutting her men off at the knees, taunting them and making them pant after her. And then flaunt the fact that she went to bed alone (although Dawson heard rumors of Zero being called to her rooms late at night). But this? This was cruel and petty, and Dawson loved it.

[gordon_ransom]

Clearly whatever it was that she was saying to his commander was not meant for anyone else's' ears, but hell if that would stop him from being curious and wanting to know, though he stayed silent and let his mind run rampant with all of the ideas. Downing another drink he ordered one more, deciding that perhaps after this last drink of his that he should just get up and leave, allowing Zero to talk to her by himself.

Despite that fact he was sure as hell going to follow her around, after all if he could take her from Dawson that would just complete his day - the bastard deserved it. Of all of them it was possible that Dawson slept around more than any of them, even Zero which was outstanding of itself. During the Sorceress' reign he at least slept with a woman once a week if not more should he be feeling rather.. bored. It was common knowledge that all of the men followed suit to relieve tensions caused by the Witch.

The Fae distracted him as she touched his face and his eyes followed along the curve of her jaw curiously as she spoke and then as she leaned in his eyes followed down towards what was made available to his eyes. "Is that an offer, Fae?"

[doctorsrose]

"Mmmm. Very much so. I've been inconvenienced for a while, and feeling certain urges. I thought you might like to help me satisfy them." Mielwynn ran her tongue over her teeth, her eyes heavy lidded. Her catlike pupils widened a bit.

"But if you prefer the show, I can find some other company." I'm not quite limited to local fare."

[kieran_goodman]

Zero was stumbling over his words, and if it wasn't just so sad it might actually be cute. "I didn't sleep around, Zero you did. I learned early on not to expect much from you. You were always eying the closest woman and staring her down or bedding her, while I stayed at home faithfully and talked to the few friends you didn't run away. It just kills you." Kieran said as she licked her lips, her eyes going to the gun against her shoulder. In an instant she had brought hers (well his really) up into the underside of his jaw, just where the bone faded into skin and tipped it so that if she fired, it would go straight into his head.

"You wanna shoot me? Do it, you won't survive it. You are the one who taught me how to fight and to fire, you should remember that unless you are in your idiotic drunken state as you were most times I saw you."