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[applelimber]

Who: swordofthenorth & applelimber
When: Tonight
Where: The Foxhole
Format: Action
What: Isley makes good on his promise to visit her fine establishment.
Warnings: Let's hope not! (It would be sure to be violence.)

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[swordofthenorth]

[The sign at the entrance to the Foxhole reads that the establishment is CLOSED. Isley understands that it does not apply to him

[applelimber]

[Helen stares at him as he comes through the door, and realizes she hates him every bit as much as she remembers.]

[But there's still fear there too. A lot of it.]

[But mostly hate.]

No thanks. Think I just lost my appetite.

[Helen gives the half-eaten apple a toss towards the garbage before eyeing the bag on the counter warily.]

What the hell is that?

[swordofthenorth]

This?

[Isley observes as Helen abandons her half-eaten apple, but he does not seem phased. Instead he undoes the string binding the bag he has set upon the counter and he smiles. The cheery expression is almost out of sorts upon his face, at least in her presence.]

I passed through the market on the way here. One of the shopkeepers was selling various types of nuts. They seemed an appropriate snack for a bar, so I bought some. They’re for you. Or, as your appetite appears to be failing, perhaps you can save them for your patrons. When they return, of course.

[He flashes a toothy smile before taking a seat opposite her, hands folding neatly before him upon the countertop.]

[applelimber]

[Nuts. There's some irony in that. As in, she must be nuts to be sitting in a bar with the abyssal who tried to kill her. She should've said no. She had every right to say no.]

[But there's a difference between liking trouble and being suicidal]

Uh huh. Thanks.

[She takes the bag, tries not to make a face at the rattle of them. Damned if it doesn't really sound like bones.]

Thought you'd brought Rooster a gift for a second. What's your poison?

[Because she needs a drink. But she kind of likes phrasing it that way for him.]