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[sliceitwithwind]

Xaldin is in the bar wearing a dress. There are no bar things making him do so. He just felt like it.

He hasn't shaved anything. And is a very hairy man.

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[gorgonfondness]

Mia would tell Xaldin he was right, but she's not really sure she wants to. He probably would know he was right if he remembered anyway.

Some way or another, Mia learned that she likes the sight of men in dresses. Usually just her husband, but she thinks Xaldin wears it well. Hey, is it really so different from those big coats?

"Hi Xaldin," she says, smiling. "Come on, I'll buy you a drink."

She probably won't say why.

[sliceitwithwind]

It - really is. See icon for idea on the dress. Compare and contrast to the long black coat.

" - Thank you, Mia. Any reason why?"

[gorgonfondness]

Well, they're both kind of in the "long, flowing garment" category?

"Do I need a reason?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"I suppose not. I'm just not used to beautiful married women buying me a drink." Xaldin grins at her, "How's the baby?"

[ostro_goth]

It might be a special costume, to wear on some holiday -- somewhere.

Teja cannot tell; and Xaldin, he argues with himself, has known very many worlds.

To him, it looks like a woman's dress; but he is willing to forgo cultural prejudices.

"Greetings, Xaldin!" he says, approaching his friend.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Hey, Teja." Xaldin would admit it is a woman's dress if Teja asked. "How goes?"

[ostro_goth]

"It goes well," Teja says. "The usual drama of this place seem, momentarily, in abeyance. I am making love-tokens from silver, gold or mokume-gane, not sharp-edged weapons from folded steel. The former seem in greater demand, right now."

He looks at Xaldin's dress. "Is it a special holiday, in one of your worlds?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Hm? No. I just felt like wearing a dress today. Sometimes I do that." he shrugs "I'm glad that things seem calm. It's rare in life that such happens."

[bring_a_sponge]

Well, he looks better in it than Zed would.

That would be the Zed growling at Bar to give him a bourbon like it's somehow Bar's fault that he didn't get one hours ago. Which, given Zed, he might actually be thinking.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Every time I've seen you, you've growled at the bar." Xaldin says after a moment.

[bring_a_sponge]

"Yeah."

(It should be pointed out that the way Zed says this implies, "'Course, I'm yelling at the damn bar, she's part of this whole nuthouse that dragged me here for goddamn years now, so she's got it coming, and that's not even a fraction of what the Big Asshole will be getting if I ever get my mitts on him.")

(Which is a lot to pack into one word, but Zed manages it.)

[sliceitwithwind]

The big man just starts laughing at that. Quietly but with the attitude of someone who has just seen something so hysterically funny that not laughing would physically hurt.

"You need to meet Lexaeus."

[thinkitwithguns]

"Aw, man, dude, what've I told you about wearing that color?"

Xigbar settles himself next to Xaldin, for a given value of 'settles.'

[hoping you don't mind a lateish tag; have not felt well the last week, so.]

[sliceitwithwind]

"It wasn't on my list." he protests "If you don't want me to wear it you have to add it to my list."

[thinkitwithguns]

"Yeah, yeah. Nah, I guess it's okay, just. Man. Totally washes out your eyes."

And he really likes Xaldin's pretty eyes. Not that he'd say it in those words. Where other people can hear.

[sliceitwithwind]

He tugs on Xigbar's ponytail gently "Fine, fine. Gimme my coat, then. Where's Princess?"