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[literallyrotten]

"The theatrical objective of the piece is to--"

Gracious, here again?

"I was working," he informs the bar sulkily, before wandering over it to find something suitably alcoholic.

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[weeper_of_blood]

There's a sight that hasn't been seen for a while.

Maybe a welcome one, maybe not, you never can tell when Le Chiffre's involved.

But, there he is, at the bar, dressed in a morning suit to match the general steampunk interior, but still morbidly black as always.

"Do you ever actually work, Darren, my dear?"

[literallyrotten]

"Getting laid regularly has done wonders for your disposition, Le Chiffre. You must still be seeing Villiers."

He orders a manhattan.

"I've been very busy, I'll have you know."

[weeper_of_blood]

He'll choose to ignore the quip about getting laid. Even if it's mostly true.

"With what? Covering your cast in paint? Upsetting the natural order of queers? Groping unsuspecting victims?"

[literallyrotten]

"Queers have a natural order?"

Why didn't Darren get this memo. He grabs his drink, and saunters in the direction of Le Chiffre's table. He's wearing a rather fabulous red jacket, that looks like it might have belonged to a royal guard fifty years or so ago.

[no_sin_but]

"Milliways is a bitch."

This is Marlowe's opinion from the table on the left. Darren is more interesting than reading one-handed.

[literallyrotten]

Darren, drink in hand, strides over and catches him by the collar to give him a rather cheerful kiss.

"There are advantages."

[no_sin_but]

"Mmf!"

Marlowe is, however, not complaining about the kiss.

"Almost always is."

[literallyrotten]

"I love theatre, but I do miss spare time."

That's the way it always goes.