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[anythingbutblue]

It's cold outside.

Really cold.

But Faye's never let the cold stop her before. She gets a coat (her coat, which she asked the bar for) out of her closet and pulls it on, then her gloves, and doesn't bother to bundle up more warmly than that

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[bothbutneither]

He's not sure whether to be insulted by her tone or just glad to see a familiar face. "I live here, Faye. This is my room." He nods to the door he's just closed.

It's really Julia's room. Maybe he'll even tell her that. "Going outside? Did you have fun drinking on my tab?" Now he really is smiling: it doesn't matter to him how much she drank. "I told you I was really bad at poker."

[anythingbutblue]

The way she eyes his door is almost suspicious. "You've been living right next door all along?"

Julia, too, she guesses. If they're still sharing a room.

She can't believe she didn't know before now.

But his question puts a small smile on her face. "You win some and lose some, Mister Saxophone. All you need is practice."

Lots of practice, complete with wagering. Against her, of course.

[bothbutneither]

He moves over to where Faye is, setting one hand on the wall on either side of her, leaning forward. "You mean Julia and I haven't been keeping you up at night? We'll have to get working on our noise level."

Backing away, Gren laughs. "But really: you haven't heard the music? I've been trying not to play too loudly late at night. Now that I know you're next door, I might make a different effort to serenade you, Faye. You're a fairy, after all. And fairies deserve beautiful music."

[anythingbutblue]

Her eyes get wide and the back of her head brushes against the door, but she's emboldened the minute he backs off.

"You're a pretty big tease for someone who says women aren't his style."