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[eternal_boy]

A man stumbles in, hat tipped low and eyes a little bleary. There's a bottle in his hand, half-filled with a clear liquid. If he's familiar looking, well...

Oh my, was that a flash of yellow in those blue eyes? It very well might have been...

"Where'm I?"

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[theprettiestone]

Alex is in his booth. Sees said familiar-looking newcomer, and...

Oh, fuck.

[eternal_boy]

The drunk stumbles, very nearly falling over except for a touch of flight holding him up till he can regain his balance. He feels a gaze on him, though, and meets eyes as well as he can with the person staring. Sauntering (read stumbling) over, he plops into the booth.

"Why hello, friend. See something you like or just laughing at me?"

[theprettiestone]

This seems to be a common conversation with Nick. Fuck.

"Not laughing. I just thought you were someone else for a moment."

He picks up his tea and sips, trying to stay calm.

[eternal_boy]

The drunk smiles at Alex, bleary blue eyes interested with a lazy smile to match.

"Anyone of interest then? Anyone you like or someone you're lookin' to avoid, friend?"

[balletrat]

*Meg says:

well, no, she doesn't say. She just looks torn. Between going je m'en fous, and cracking the hell up.

Or maybe she's just constipated.*

[eternal_boy]

He feels the eyes on him and turns to see the lady in the funny pink thing looking at him oddly.

"Whut? Never seen a rider before, honey?"

[balletrat]

*Not laughing. Really not laughing. The situation is serious. Really.*

Desolee, monsieur, you just - *stop the giggles stop the giggles -* reminded me of someone, is all -

[eternal_boy]

A peering, sour look.

"Whatcha laughin' at, missy? What's so funny?"

[lucius_lacroix]

LaCroix always hated that hat. He'd really rather hoped he'd never have to see it again.

He watches Nicolas, only vaguely concerned over his 'druggen' state. Perhaps he and Alex have been fighting.

Maybe they were fighting over the stupid hat.

[eternal_boy]

"Aw shit..."

He peers blearily at LaCroix before grumbling his way over.

"Now...what the hell're you doing here? Thought I told you to leave me alone...s'bad enough we're on the wanted posters together..."

[lucius_lacroix]

LaCroix raises an eyebrow.

"Wanted posters?" They havn't been on wanted posters since.... oh now that's a twist!

"Perhaps I should be asking you the same thing. Coming here, in such a state. Really, Nicolas, one would think you'd have more pride than this."

LaCroix's being a dick for a reason. Really. Wild Wild Nick would wonder if LaCroix were anything less. That's the whole reason for it.

[eternal_boy]

He looks sourly at him.

"I didn't mean to stumble into here in the first place, LaCroix. I was...round a fire with this man who offered me a nice right bottle here and then I stumbled away to get a little air before wandering in here somehow. Which I don't really understand since I wasn't anywhere near any place when I wandered off."