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[_to_the_bone]

With a disinterested smile on his face and a glass of chilled water in his hand, Frost is back in the bar. He's still intensely aware of the heat, which is why his shirt is open, and his shoes abandoned.

All the same, he feels well enough. For company, certainly.

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[stygian_promise]

Oh and what a fine picture he makes certainly catches her attention, at any rate. Though he needs to do surprisingly little to catch her attention, if she was to be honest.

And since he doesn't mind company ... well then, company slides itself neatly into the next seat and smiles a (sharp) wide smile.

"Hello, dear."

[_to_the_bone]

"Lady."

He stands, and reaches out his hands to her, to draw her close.

"How goes your river?"

[stygian_promise]

She waits - only the briefest of moments really, because there are few better reasons to move.

"Nothing unusual."

Lots of dead people - generally miserable dead people.

A brief kiss, "And how have you been?"

[_to_the_bone]

"Bored. Bored. Too much time, too little of you."

A slightly longer kiss.

"Will you get into trouble with me?"

[misterparker]

"Hey," Parker says.

He's back, too. Running a hand over his shaved head, he says, "What's up?"

[_to_the_bone]

"Very little. You look like you've been through an adventure."

His gaze is frank, measuring.

"I don't know if this is a good look for you."

[misterparker]

"I don't think I think it's a good look on me," Parker brushes a finger over a bruise.

"Frost. How have you been?"

There's something just a tad off about his smile.

[_to_the_bone]

"Better than you. What happened?"

Jack lunges for him to grab for a hug.

"Are you alright? May I help? Will you sit down or eat anything or... are you really alright?"