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Let the Light In [Active, Open]

Jan 15, 2011 19:47

Character(s): Megara, open
Content: Megara re-opens The Seventh Heaven
Setting: Seventh Heaven [G7]
Time: Week 28, late afternoon.
Warnings: Sarcasm?

( Megara was not used to a life of stability. )

seventh heaven, megara, week 28, jecht

Comments 30

finalfayth January 16 2011, 03:06:08 UTC

Jecht hadn't expected to ever feel relief to be back in the city, but since returning from the fake Spira -- he seemed to be experiencing just that. He wasn't quite aware of just how worn out he looked -- streaks of dirt across his face, chest, arms and legs. Scrapes and scratches from sone of the battles that they'd fought along the way. But none of that seemed to faze him. A hot shower would have been welcome, but... he had a stop to make before he even tried to locate such a luxury, anyway.

Really, he wasn't even sure if Meg would be there, but there was no harm in trying, at least. He walked the streets, gawked at by several civilians along the way, whom he simply waved or smiled at as he continued on. There was a tight smile on his face as he finally arrived at Seventh Heaven, and pushed the door open with a loud.

"Hellooooo? Anyone home?"

therightcurves January 16 2011, 04:41:57 UTC

Meg's voluminous ponytail swung into view behind the bar. She stopped mid-stride to stare at Jecht. A hundred quips rose to her lips, her tongue as sharp as ever, but...it was so nice to see a familiar face. To see his face, though she couldn't even admit it to herself. The smile crept into her expression before she could stop it.

"...you always have to make an entrance, don't you," she said softly, with only a slight edge. She took in his haggard appearance and his weary smile and sighed. "You look awful. Sit down and I'll pour you a drink." Meg turned and rummaged through the various bottles -- all alcoholic, unfortunately...until she happened upon a bottle of fruit juice. Hopefully it'd still be good.

finalfayth January 16 2011, 06:47:24 UTC

His eyes immediately caught her rising form, and he could feel the grin spread across his lips. It was selfish, to be glad that she was back here again, but he couldn't help feeling just that way. "Wouldn't catch much attention if I just crept up behind ya, would I?" though that approach also had its perks, he was sure.

Jecht approached the bar, swinging himself onto a seat, and finally staring down at himself. "Terrible? Whaddya mean? I -- " as he took a moment to examine his peripherals, he paused, and chuckled. "On second thought, looks like you're right. But man, am I parched."

A drink definitely sounded great, and he was happy she managed to find something sans booze content.

therightcurves January 16 2011, 16:30:10 UTC

"Creep up behind me and it's your funeral," she muttered, uncorking the bottle of juice. She set about finding a clean glass for him as he spoke, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. "I'm gone for two weeks and you start rolling around in the dirt," she joked, finding a glass underneath the bar and pouring juice into it.

As she pushed the glass over the bar towards him, her dry expression held a flicker of warmth.

finalfayth January 26 2011, 05:28:31 UTC

"Hey, hey," he waved his hands, "someone had to take care of business. If you gotta get a little dirty to do it, well..." he paused, "then that's just part of the fun." He winked, catching the glass in an open palm, and lifting it to his lips.

Jecht downed the elixir in no time flat, setting it down on the bar again loudly. He did everything at a hightened volume, it seemed. "Another round, barkeep!" he called, lifting a finger in the air. "Y'know," he started, with slight hesitation, "it is good to see you back though," he stopped -- as though realizing the words that had already been spoken.

"I uh -- I mean -- " Backtracking. It was a gentleman's sport. "Back at here. At Seventh Heaven. There uh -- ain't many places people like us can go and still feel welcome."