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[puckishly]

Puck's in the bar. More specifically, he is on a table in a booth. He looks very, very asleep.

Upon closer inspection, the observant observer might see burn marks on one side of his face.

Go ahead, wake him up. He'll probably be in a good mood.

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[just_a_soldier]

Aeryn glances over at the sleeping figure. She wonders if he needs medical attention. She stands nearby and gives a small cough.

[puckishly]

Puck opens his eyes. They're blue today.

"Good day."

[just_a_soldier]

"Are you alright?" She pointed to his face, abrupt as usual.

[puckishly]

He sits up, legs dangling over the edge of the table, and gives Aeryn a wry look.

"I live."

[jack_inthegreen]

Jack sits nearby with his martini and waits for Puck to wake up.

[puckishly]

After a few moments, he stirs and stretches.

"Jack," he says, beaming. "How does the day find you?"

[jack_inthegreen]

"Hale and hearty. And a bit thirsty.

"Would some aloe help those burns?"

[puckishly]

He touches them idly and winces.

"Have you aloe for burns such as these?"

[avonlea_girl]

There is a pair of great gray-green eyes peeping at him from over the leather cover of Great Expectations, but Anne is being polite and doesn't want to wake him.

[puckishly]

Without opening his eyes, he says, "Another reader ..."

[avonlea_girl]

She flushes and puts down the book.

"It was a long day, and I thought I'd treat myself with some Dickens," she says, a little defiantly. "You look familiar. Have we met before?"

[puckishly]

He looks at her curiously, still lying on the table.

"Have we? I'm certain I'd remember ... what's your name, duck?"

[bythebrook]

Ophelia very carefully touches his burns, frowning slightly.q

[puckishly]

"They aren't so bad as they look, sweet."

Which is probably a lie.

[bythebrook]

"If they're only half as bad as they look, they still must hurt like hell," she points out.

[puckishly]

"Touche."

He grins. "Still, at this particular moment, I'd be glad with worse. How have you fared, Ophelia dear?"

[arch_sariel]

Sariel simply lays a kiss upon his cheek, and sneaks to sit alongside the table.

Good show, my dearest, good show indeed.

[puckishly]

Puck smiles, not moving an inch.

You didn't fare too poorly yourself, heavenly. I hardly needed to show up at all, did I?

[arch_sariel]

I should have burned if not for you.

Her smile, as always, mirrors his exactly.

[puckishly]

He opens his eyes-- amber.

"We'll share the glory, shall we?"