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[Death Match filter]

[lonely (currently-)human sitting on the bar, having snuck out of bed, with a glass of wine in one hand. pretty sure no one's coming to Death Match at this hour, and that doesn't bother her. oh, biology angst]

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[The habit of staying up late with his customers been catching up with him very quickly again. Takeru's been introduced to Fran, but it was just a quick name-and-face thing, so he's been keeping with good bartender protocol and minded his own business until right now.]

Hello, ah... Can I get you something to eat?

[glance over]

Mm? No, child. I am fine.

[There's a bit of an odd look from Takeru at the child comment, but no hard feelings to be had.]

All right.

[[ooc: s'alright]]

[you're all children to her. more about the look he gives her than anything:]

Mm?

[Mm?]

Yes?

[blink]

You made an odd face.

[Points a little hesitantly at his face.]

Did I?

[Looks over at, takes a shot of his rather hard drink]

How's it going tonight?

[is carefully monitoring Travis' drinking. Fights are fine. Throwing up on the bar is a no.]

It's a little slow, to be honest. I guess tonight's the night for sleeping off Saturday's fights.

[Decides to give him a little fright, and sticks the bottle in his mouth. Then tips his head back and chugs-chugs-chugs. Then stops and let's out an "aaah"]

Tend to be like that. Always quiet and shit bout now. Pain in the ass, actually.

[Oh no you don't, mister. Takeru is watchin' you. =(]

The other days are pretty lively, though. It makes up for the lulls.

[Please, the guy has an alcohol tolerance of four men...maybe]

True that. We drive some pretty bitchin business round here. Still, the quiet times are stupid quiet.

[Takeru'll be the judge of that. =)]

There is a lot of business like that. It looks like many of the people who live here are fighters.

[Mean ol Takeru, judgin mah drinkin habits]

Exactly. And those fighters are big drinkers, too. So give them a place to do both, and you got a surefire business.

[It's for your own good, buster. =<]

[laugh] Very enterprising of you. Was the bar here before you came?

[Whatever, MOM]

Nope. Just some cruddy cafe that didn't serve anything with a kick.

[That's what she said.]

Not your style, huh?

[I'm sure she did]

Nope. I'm not your coffee shop kind of guy. And I couldn't stand that this castle didn't have a bar.

Are you an entrepeneur where you came from, as well?

...No. Actually, I'm not much of anything. Had a good job with some good pay, but it came with real steep consequences. This bar is my first kind of business.

Consequences. [It's not a question, but the starter is there.] How's the difference been treating you?

[Travis walks into his bar, giving up on sleeping today and instead aiming for a bit of gettin drunk. Spots Fran and just stares for a moment, before walking over to the bar and jumping over it.]

You're up late.

[doesn't even glance over, but that's too typical of viera]

Sleep eludes me.

Sleep does that. The lil bitch. [Hello hard liquor, and he sits down on the bar beside her.]

What's on your mind?

[pause, and almost a bit too dismissively]

It is of little consequence. Worry not.

[Rolls head over and stares at the side of her face expectedly]

Come on. You gotta know me better than that.

[sigh]

I tire of being caged.

[mopping up the counter, don't mind him. =)]

[yeah, as long as you don't mind her sitting on the bar, she'll leave you alone.]

In this castle, in that body, or a little of both?

Both.

[she just puts down her glass of wine and takes his drink from him, takes a sip, and hands it back. piiiiirate.]

[Just watches, and smirks as he gets his bottle back]

You know, this counts as a kiss, right? [Then takes a gulp of his drink]

[eyebrow raise]

I have not heard of such a thing.

No shit. You take a drink, then give it back without wiping the top, and your lips are still on it. Ergo, bottle kiss.

[Looks so proud of himself]

[she leans in close, as if she's going to give him a kiss on the cheek, but she's just taking the bottle back again]

Scamp.

[swig of booze]

[Turns and fake frowns, poking her in the shoulder]

I resent that. I'm sure I'm a nuisance. Or at the very least, a damn awesome rascal.

[But is smirking just as soon] That's two kisses now.

[vaguely amused, but that might be the wine]

A scapegrace at worst, Travis.

Number them if you wish. I do not believe they count as real ones do.

[Or the hard liquor you're pounding back]

Yah, I'll take that. At the worst, though.

It's an unwritten law, Fran. They're totally legitimate kisses.

[that too. slightly skeptical raise of eyebrows]

Unwritten law according to whom?

[Slightly suggestive wiggle of his own]

The infinite powers that be, of course. These laws run the universe, you know.

Oh? I believed the gods did, not the lore of kissing and drinking.

[eyes on him as she takes a sip of her wine]

That's just what they tell you in church. Total nonsense, I swear.

[Takes his own bottle back and takes another swig, holding up three fingers on his free hand]

Church? We have one church, and it is the house of charities.

[slow shake of head]

You're being silly.

[Takes the bottle away and grins]

Is it any good?

I prefer the term playful.

[contemplative]

Balthier and I stole the altar. It was covered in rubies.

That...is so fucking awesome.

Such trophies are nothing but small trinkets, compared to larger fare. Balthier and I are worth millions, to bounty hunters who dare chase us, and for a good reason.

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