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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.

[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.]

[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?

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.]

[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?

[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]

[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.

[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]

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[that too. slightly skeptical raise of eyebrows]

Unwritten law according to whom?

[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.

[Slightly suggestive wiggle of his own]

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

[That's what she said.]

Not your style, huh?

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]

[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.

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.

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

That...is so fucking awesome.

...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.

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.

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

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