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[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

Drinking at the pub. Satisfactorily smug.

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Crossroads.

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[ What is she doing in a pub, really? Well, she wanted to see Vance and when she thought about him this is where she was pulled. And would you look at that, there is Vance now. She sits down next to him. ]

You look like you've eaten a whole flock of canaries.

Re: Crossroads.

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

Canaries are delicious, didn't you know? Are you here to join me for a pint?

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

You know I don't drink, love. What's making you so happy today then?

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

Yes, I know. But I still need to offer to be polite.

You noticed the grin?

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

I did, yes. If you want me to guess before you tell me I'm going to say "Date with Norrin."

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

[LAUGHS] That's Not why I'm so cheerful, but yes. We went to the Ballet together. Try Again.

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

But I'm crap at guessing games!

Your job-thing went well?

REGULAR VERSE /causes trouble

[witchsson]

[ And why is this at a pub? Well, at the entrance at least -- looking suitably uncomfortable. Aidan normally doesn't frequent busy places, but he's made an exception because he was looking for you.

... Actually walking through people to approach you is a bit more than he can manage though, so he's just stare a moment. He's pretty sure you're sharp enough to pick it up. ]

<3

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

[Signals the bar-tender for another Pint. That one is for you, Aiden.]

[witchsson]

[ Augh why are you making him come in. He doesn't want to come in. He was hoping you'd come across and they could talk outside or something but --

Fine.

Aidan shoves his hands in his pockets, picks his way across hesitantly -- keeping his eyes down. ]

I hate crowds.

[ Which you clearly realise, but he just felt like pointing it out because you are an ass. He'll play along, but he is shooting you the dirtiest look through his scruffy hair. ]

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

That's nice. I hate magic folk, so we're even. [sipping his beer. Because yes. Sorry Aiden, he IS an ass. People forget that, because he has weak moments and a few people he actually gives a damn about...]

What can I do for you?

[witchsson]

[ He glowers, but doesn't rise to the bait. He doesn't count himself as 'magic folk' anyway. Not exactly like the others. ]

Siobhan came to talk to me.

[ It's an awkward opening, but he figures you must know something about what's going on. Probably more than him. He's... tried not to get too involved while still staying her friend, because it can be hard to separate. This is frustrating him, though. ]

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

That's nice. Siobhan comes and talks to me sometimes, too.

[Sipping his beer. Sorry Aiden. Siobhan's earned, his respect. No one else has. You get to be awkward and squirm.]

Crossroads.

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[ What is she doing in a pub, really? Well, she wanted to see Vance and when she thought about him this is where she was pulled. And would you look at that, there is Vance now. She sits down next to him. ]

You look like you've eaten a whole flock of canaries.

Re: Crossroads.

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

Canaries are delicious, didn't you know? Are you here to join me for a pint?

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

You know I don't drink, love. What's making you so happy today then?

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

Yes, I know. But I still need to offer to be polite.

You noticed the grin?

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

I did, yes. If you want me to guess before you tell me I'm going to say "Date with Norrin."

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

[LAUGHS] That's Not why I'm so cheerful, but yes. We went to the Ballet together. Try Again.

REGULAR VERSE /causes trouble

[witchsson]

[ And why is this at a pub? Well, at the entrance at least -- looking suitably uncomfortable. Aidan normally doesn't frequent busy places, but he's made an exception because he was looking for you.

... Actually walking through people to approach you is a bit more than he can manage though, so he's just stare a moment. He's pretty sure you're sharp enough to pick it up. ]

<3

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

[Signals the bar-tender for another Pint. That one is for you, Aiden.]

[witchsson]

[ Augh why are you making him come in. He doesn't want to come in. He was hoping you'd come across and they could talk outside or something but --

Fine.

Aidan shoves his hands in his pockets, picks his way across hesitantly -- keeping his eyes down. ]

I hate crowds.

[ Which you clearly realise, but he just felt like pointing it out because you are an ass. He'll play along, but he is shooting you the dirtiest look through his scruffy hair. ]

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

That's nice. I hate magic folk, so we're even. [sipping his beer. Because yes. Sorry Aiden, he IS an ass. People forget that, because he has weak moments and a few people he actually gives a damn about...]

What can I do for you?

[witchsson]

[ He glowers, but doesn't rise to the bait. He doesn't count himself as 'magic folk' anyway. Not exactly like the others. ]

Siobhan came to talk to me.

[ It's an awkward opening, but he figures you must know something about what's going on. Probably more than him. He's... tried not to get too involved while still staying her friend, because it can be hard to separate. This is frustrating him, though. ]

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

That's nice. Siobhan comes and talks to me sometimes, too.

[Sipping his beer. Sorry Aiden. Siobhan's earned, his respect. No one else has. You get to be awkward and squirm.]