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[winged_eros]

Eros had been experiencing a dilemma, until about thirty seconds before he walked in the door. His dilemma was thus:

Things at the apartment are... interesting. And noisy. Very noisy. And busy. And there isn't really any privacy anymore, is there? And I get things thrown at me.

But if I go to the Bar, she'll be there. Goldy. And she'll look at me

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[puckishly]

Puck is really never going to forgive Satan for hitting him in the face. Despite Shalla's salve, the bruise on his cheek is now a rather unattractive yellow, and the marks on his neck have yet to fade.

Well. It's only been a day. Give it time.

Tonight he's in the nightclub, tending bar in Lilly's absence, and humming in a pointedly cheerful manner. Anyone staring gets a stare in return until such time as they either order a drink or back off.

When Eros walks in, however, all he gets is a curious glance.

[winged_eros]

Upon entering, Eros' first action is to hide beneath a table within view of the door, and hide there for a full minute.

Eventually he decides that maybe he has managed to avoid being followed. Victory! This deserves a drink.

On hands and knees, he crawls back out again, managing to only hit his head once.

[puckishly]

... At that, the glancing becomes considerably more curious.

Also more like snickering.

"Are you quite all right?"

[winged_eros]

"I've been worse," Eros replies, from the vicinity of the floor tiles.

He emerges from the shadows of under the table into the different shadows of the dimly-lit club, and saunters up to the bar.

"Oh. Hello."

[puckishly]

"Hullo."

Puck smiles crookedly, looking him over.

"It's been some time, I think."

[winged_eros]

"Different time, different face," Eros says, one shapechanger to another. "Er, place. Well, both, really. Robin. How've you been?"

[puckishly]

"I've fared better," he says easily, elbows on the bar. "But on the whole I am quite content. And gainfully employed, curiously enough; do let me know if you will have anything."

[winged_eros]

"Oh!"

It's surprised.

"I'd assumed you just happened to be standing there."

Beat.

"Or possibly you were poisoning someone's drink."

[puckishly]

Puck laughs.

"Only when I am safely off duty."

[winged_eros]

Cautious, "And right now you are...?"

[puckishly]

"On." A bright smile. "You may rest assured."

[winged_eros]

"In that case I'll have honey mead, if you have it. Or just a regular red wine if you don't."

[puckishly]

"I think we have," Puck says, turning, and after a moment comes up with the correct beverage.

"Ah! Here we are." He slides the glass across the table. "I wonder if I am allowed any. Lilly never has said."

[winged_eros]

"Thanks," says Eros, and inclines his head.

"Lilly? I haven't heard of her, but I've been out of touch with the faerie world for some time. She one of those new age queens?"

[puckishly]

Puck laughs.

"Oh, hardly-- though I expect she might be pleased at the comparison." Then again, maybe she wouldn't. "The lady is a mortal."

[winged_eros]

Now Puck is getting stared at.

"You're working for a human?"