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[always_thewoman]

 Who: Irene and Brian
What: alcohol, love potion, matrimony. Y'know, the usual Saturday night.
When: second night in port
Where: a Kissing Town bar
Warnings: inappropriate romance is inappropriate!

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[acrotomophile]

The floating hearts actually didn't like Brian all that much, although a small group of especially determined pink ones kept dashing up to him and then flying off. He just thought it was funny.

And, there was Irene, conveniently enough. "Hey, beautiful," he said, mostly joking. There wasn't anything serious between them, no matter how excited the little flying hearts got at him approaching her. The whole town was kind of entertaining as long as he didn't have to actually participate, which he certainly wasn't planning on.

[always_thewoman]

Irene looked up, then glanced at Brian. "Hello," she said, but the greeting lacked her usual spark - she was worn down. Being made a fool of generally did that to a person, especially one as sharp and proud as Irene. She tried a smile, and gestured to the seat beside hers.

"How has this port been treating you?" she asked. She glanced up at the pink hearts, and couldn't contain a characteristic smirk. Ah, that felt better - more like her old self.

[acrotomophile]

His eyebrows went up at how dispirited she was. "Kind of unexciting so far," he answered, taking a seat on a stool beside her. "But you definitely look like you've had some excitement. Why so glum?"

He gestured to the bartender, but had already learned earlier that they wouldn't serve straight alcohol. He made do with some weird frothy blue thing called a 'Bitter Revenge'. He thought that seemed safe enough not to be love-inducing.

[always_thewoman]

"I suppose unexciting is rather preferable to the alternative." Irene rubbed the back of her neck in a display of sheepish embarrassment. "I'm afraid I was a bit ridiculous today. I made a spectacle of myself. Love potion," she explained, with a grimace. "I was - well. I'm sure you can imagine."

Irene's drink was a deep purple color. 'Heartless Deception'. It tasted sort like pomegranates, actually. She held her glass out to Brian, offering a toast. "Cheers."