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[key_youth_bert]

Gunslinger, couch, coffee and a cigarette.

Still business as usual, for a little while longer.

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[sai_delgado]

And at some point in the evening, Susan's there as well-- coming toward the couch down the side of the room, a faint -- but true-- smile on her face.

"Hey, 'Bert."

[key_youth_bert]

Cuthbert looks up and smiles as she approaches, crushing out the cigarette and then holding out a hand to her.

"Hey, Sue."

[sai_delgado]

She threads her fingers together with his and settles on the couch beside him, setting her mug aside as she does.

"How do'ee fare?" As well as any of them can, of course-- but still.

[key_youth_bert]

Cuthbert leans over to kiss her temple.

"Not bad. And thee?"

[honest_johns]

The couch's gunslinger quotient rises by one.

Mulled cider, rather than coffee, and no cigarette yet.

[key_youth_bert]

Cuthbert nods to him, with a slight smile.

"Hey."

[honest_johns]

The slight smile is returned, over a sip of cider.

"How are your tricks?"

[key_youth_bert]

Cuthbert shrugs lightly.

"Not bad. Went riding with Susan earlier in the week."

[un_fallen]

Raguel looks over from his place by the window. He isn't sure why the young man caught his eye, just that he looks familiar. And then a hazy memory of a time he'd really rather forget comes swimming slowly back to him.

"...Oh," he says, involuntarily.

[key_youth_bert]

It's the sound that catches Bert's attention. He glances over--

--and then goes pale, the line of his jaw tightening a bit.

In a voice that's mayhap just a bit too tightly controlled: "Sai Raguel, isn't it?"

[un_fallen]

Sai is a word he's recently learned, but it's still enough to make him pause before replying.

"That's right. I don't think we were properly introduced."

[key_youth_bert]

"Well. Given the circumstances..."

Cuthbert trails off, then touches a hand to the brim of his hat.

He tries to maintain a policy of being polite to potentially dangerous ethereals.

"Cuthbert Allgood."

[anthy_rosebride]

Anthy settles next to him, smiling like the Mona Lisa.

The effect is sadly spoilt by her oversized sweater and fuzzy hat and mittens.

(There's a pompom on the hat.)

[key_youth_bert]

Cuthbert blinks, and then arches one eyebrow.

"...Can I help you, Anthy?"

[anthy_rosebride]

Anthy blinks back.

"With what?"

[key_youth_bert]

"...Anthying?"

Cuthbert eyes her a bit.

"Just wondering if I've been graced with your presence for a reason."