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[puckishly]

"My darling Lady Bar, is there any way I could persuade you to abandon your crusade for fabric?"

Nothing is laughing at Puck. No. No way.

He shrugs. "Well, I suppose things can always get worse." A glance to the Bar. "Feel no need to act on that, sweet."

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[true_desire]

Desire might be laughing.
Of course, that would require eavesdropping, and Desire is quite nicely settled in the usual booth.

[puckishly]

Puck raises an eyebrow very, very slowly.

Desire may find that the fairy is now leaning casually against hisherits booth, arms folded over his chest.

"Well met."

[true_desire]

Desire is unconcerned, and offers Puck a knife-bright grin.
"Well met indeed, Puck. Care to join me for a drink?"

[puckishly]

Puck grins back, not to be outdone in the area of sharp, shiny teeth. Except by Oberon.

"Always," he says, taking the seat opposite him. "How do you fare?"

[pretty_maids]

*Drusilla comes up behind Puck and taps him on the shoulder.*

[puckishly]

Puck turns and grins at her.

"Hello, precious. How do you fare?"

[pretty_maids]

I'm well, thank you.

*She says with a smile. A smile that is alot less distant than it was when they last spoke.*

And yourself?

[puckishly]

He blinks. He'd been expecting something oddly prophetic about the heavens bleeding, or perhaps the place where all the stars are crushed into black oblivion.

Oh, well.

"Tonight? I'm well." Which is sorta-pretty-much-mostly a lie, but he really doesn't feel like going into it all over again. "Better for seeing you."

[el_vago]

A strange little dog glares at Puck from under a stool nearby. No he is deffinitely NOT laughing.

[puckishly]

The fairy chuckles.

"Good even, sweetheart. Looking for a bone?"

[el_vago]

'Get too close and I might just take you up on that offer.' He growls

[puckishly]

"It won't last forever, you know. Only, say ... the next twenty years? Hardly any time at all."

Yes, that's a joke. Ha ha, Puck is funny.

[bythebrook]

Ophelia nibbles on his ear.

What? It tastes good.

[puckishly]

Puck chuckles.

"Sweet, I'm afraid that wasn't intended to be edible."

[bythebrook]

"Why not?"

She pouts.

[puckishly]

"I think I need them," he says with a grin, turning to kiss her. "Else I'd gladly render both to you, milady."

[nita_callahan]

Something is certainly laughing at Puck.

Well. Maybe snickering into her tea.

"Hey, you look good, though."

[puckishly]

He raises an eyebrow.

"Oh, I know," he says. "But these don't breathe at all well."

Puck looks Nita over, frowning a little to remember her from the other night. Had Oberon done something to her?

"Does the evening find you well?"

[nita_callahan]

She nods. "Pretty well. You?"

[puckishly]

Puck grins, because after all, he has been getting a lot of sex.

"Marvelous," he replies.