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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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[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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