i lied, i couldn't talk myself out of it. [OPEN!!!!]

[charmprince]

Who: Anyone who wants to be-- either from being invited in Asellus' latest post or just being there! Everyone's welcome~~~
When: To..night....?
Where: The Foxhole!
Format: Action, let's say?
What: Having come into a bit of a windfall, with her rent all paid off, Asellus is leading a march to the nearest bar to relax, and she's taking everyone else

Comments

[applelimber]

[She could show up at the bar stark naked if she wanted to - it would probably be good for business. Helen ran a casual place, where it was okay to get rowdy and loud and even fight, provided you didn't break anything larger than a chair.

Even though she herself had once taken the wall out.

Helen herself stood behind the bar, whittling away at apples with a knife far too big for the task. Her silver eyes flashed towards Asellus and a little smile crossed her lips.]

Oi!

[She tossed one of the fruits in her direction. The apple was a little dried out, so the man's face that had been carved into it looked a bit puckered.]

Remind you of anyone?

[charmprince]

[Asellus caught it easily, examining the apple and then snorting a laugh.] Just a little. I'm sure he'd be thrilled at the comparison.

Didn't know you could whittle an apple. Well, not 'you' in particular, but I didn't know the thing was possible. [She grinned sidewise at Helen, tossing the apple from hand to hand.] Maybe I should hold onto it to show him. It'd be weird to eat something that's glowering at me, I think.

[applelimber]

I'm not sure anything thrills him.

[Helen paused, cocking her head to the side with a mischievous glint in her silver eyes.]

Except maybe Pris.

[She grabbed a bottle of whiskey in one hand, apple cider in the other before walking over to the table.]

Sounds like a plan to me. How're things going over there, anyway? The patrol.

[charmprince]

[She's only heard part of that story, but in a rare show of... something, tact maybe, she just grins and doesn't ask anymore. It's not her business-- relationships are something a little out of her range of expertise.]

The patrol? Eh, you know. The same old same old. We don't run into anything we can't handle, and we keep pretty civil. He's fun to pick on, though. I'm pretty sure I enjoy the shifts more than he does. Kind of a shame.

[lovelabyrinth]

[ Mockingbird loves a party. He also has a fondness for young people with green hair, as evidenced by his current body. So he practically leaps into the Foxhole, eyes wide and shining, lips parted, anticipating a truly excellent evening.

When he sees Asellus he makes a beeline for her, hopping nimbly up onto the table and swinging his legs over the side so he can face her - a little closer and he'd be right in her personal bubble. But the cheerful grin he gives her is made to disarm. ]

I've never been here before, you know!

[charmprince]

[She turns quickly and is momentarily surprised; she hasn't met someone with her hair color in years. Mystics tended toward blues, Ildon being an exception with forest green. And this boy doesn't smell like a Mystic.

Which only helps her relax.]

Well, you won't be able to say that anymore. [A grin, and the fact of her disarmedness is clear.] Say, I never got your name. Are you even old enough to be here? [...Like she can talk.]

[lovelabyrinth]

Old enough?

[ a surprised look; he hadn't even considered being ID'd. but he recovers quickly enough, leaning forward a little, teasing. ]

Ah, well, couldn't I ask that of you, too? Since we're both young at heart. ☆

[ oh! she'd asked his name. Mockingbird bites his lip a moment, then sticks out his hand is a gesture too formal for his personality. ]

I'm, um, Toto, was it? Toto Sakigami! It's very good to meet you!

[charmprince]

I'm Asellus. It's a pleasure, Toto. [The formal gesture is a little disorienting-- she half wants to ruffle his hair--, but she's used to disorienting juxtapositions in personality, and she takes his hand and shakes it firmly. She's had a few already, so her hands are warmer than they would have been a few hours ago, and a little callused.]

I don't think Helen'll mind one way or the other, anyway. I don't think it matters. Where I'm from, any age is drinking age.

What'll you have?

/blames lateness on LJ :|

[clawofsin]

[By the time Senji arrives, he's still not convinced this is a good idea. Doing anything that might possibly involve Helen was never a good idea. Mixing in Asellus and alcohol? Probably even worse.]

[But living in Anatole especially tended to infuse one with a steady supply of fuck it, and so here he is. At the Foxhole. For some reason.]

[He doesn't sit at the bar, though, not wanting to tempt fate too badly.]

:| LJ, stop being a douche. :c

[charmprince]

[C'mon, Senji, you think you're getting off that easy?]

Hey, it's the old man! [She said she was going to relax. She never said she wasn't going to be enthusiastic. Besides, she's had the better part of a bottle of whiskey mixed with cider. It's got her cheerful, if not exactly buzzed. Doubled with having spent the past while chatting with Toto, Senji's probably doomed.]

C'mere, c'mere! You should try this! Oh, oh, and you should see what Helen made!

[Namely, a Senji-apple. It doesn't actually look like him, though, except that it's definitely not looking too pleased.]

it can't. THAT IS ITS DESTINY.

[clawofsin]

[He had hoped so. Goddammit Asellus. He can't help being a little wary of this invitation.]

Ah-- I don't think I wanna be around anything Helen made. Sounds dangerous.

[But he comes over anyway, if a bit. Hesitantly.]

so sad ;;

[charmprince]

[Oh, c'mon, old man. She means well! Mostly.]

Oh, it won't explode or anything. Look. It's just an apple. [She holds it up. See? Just an apple. An apple that is glowering at you.]

It's a little more wrinkled than you are, though...

sob sob sorry! so late ;-;

[twoswordjuniper]

[Deneve didn't really need to be invited to show up at the Foxhole, by virtue of actually living there and being practically attached at the hip to Helen, the bar's proprietress.

But she's not much of a joiner, either. So she watches from behind the bar. There's something vaguely familiar about the green haired girl and she tries to place it as she pours a drink.]

don't be sorry!!! fashionably late is fashionable!

[charmprince]

[Asellus is usually the people-watcher of the groups she's in. So there's something eerie about being watched, though at least it's without her two least favorite expressions: the 'how can I get what I want' expression and the 'how can I kill her to get what I want' expression.

Even still. Kind of unnerving. And Asellus deals with unnerving in... one of two ways, and she's not about to leave.

So she just waves, a cheerful greeting in her expression. That should get enough of a reaction to figure out what's going on.]

:D i am fashionable for once!

[twoswordjuniper]

[Hmph.

All right then. Deneve nods slightly in her direction. And because Helen seems to like her, she pours another of whatever Asellus is drinking and carries it to her table and sets it near her.]

Have I seen you here before?

[It may sound a little abrupt, but Deneve isn't much for beating around the bush.]

Have a fancy hat to compound the effect.

[charmprince]

[Oh, good. She can't think of a reason she'd have upset anyone here, but in Asellus' opinion, curiosity is better for sure.]

Only once or twice, and never long either way. I was information-gathering. Listening around. [A bit of a self-depreciating grin.] It didn't really work out too well, though. I'm not so good at reconnaissance.

[Obviously the mysterious stranger was at home here; she'd been behind the bar, after all.]

Friend of Helen's? [It's an easy assumption, and something to work with.]