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[winged_eros]

Eros had been experiencing a dilemma, until about thirty seconds before he walked in the door. His dilemma was thus:

Things at the apartment are... interesting. And noisy. Very noisy. And busy. And there isn't really any privacy anymore, is there? And I get things thrown at me.

But if I go to the Bar, she'll be there. Goldy. And she'll look at me

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[puckishly]

Puck is really never going to forgive Satan for hitting him in the face. Despite Shalla's salve, the bruise on his cheek is now a rather unattractive yellow, and the marks on his neck have yet to fade.

Well. It's only been a day. Give it time.

Tonight he's in the nightclub, tending bar in Lilly's absence, and humming in a pointedly cheerful manner. Anyone staring gets a stare in return until such time as they either order a drink or back off.

When Eros walks in, however, all he gets is a curious glance.

[winged_eros]

Upon entering, Eros' first action is to hide beneath a table within view of the door, and hide there for a full minute.

Eventually he decides that maybe he has managed to avoid being followed. Victory! This deserves a drink.

On hands and knees, he crawls back out again, managing to only hit his head once.

[puckishly]

... At that, the glancing becomes considerably more curious.

Also more like snickering.

"Are you quite all right?"

[winged_eros]

"I've been worse," Eros replies, from the vicinity of the floor tiles.

He emerges from the shadows of under the table into the different shadows of the dimly-lit club, and saunters up to the bar.

"Oh. Hello."