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World's End Bar..
Jurt awws, though the sympathy is
minimal.
Riva rolls her eyes and mutters dryly
around her ciogarette. "But now you've returned and my life again has
meaning. Yay."
Yosannah arrives just before Tena. She
smiles at the woman and nods toward the bar, moving in that
direction.
"Serving Chaos huh. What's your rank?"
Jurt currently reclines in the rafters with a crown of flaming hair
and slight burning scent from his direction. He swings one leg free,
talking to Riva below.
Tena tsks at Yo, "Ladies dont sit at the
bar." She grins.
Yosannah notes Riva with a nod but then
turns her attention up toward the rafters as Jurt swings his
leg.
Riva says "It's an informal contract, I'm
not rightly enlisted. My rank is Major."
Yosannah mutters as she regards the man,
"... who said anything about being a lady.."
Tena grins and moves to the
bar.
Jurt notices Yo. "Well well, it's
Yosannah. And lovely friend. My magnetism must be drawing them
in."
Yosannah turns fully to look up at him,
she back away from the rafters toward the bar, "Magnetism? Is that
what you call that smell?" She smirks and offers a wink.
Riva nods. "Konnichiwa, Yo." she nods to
Tena.
Jurt mmms, red face growing thoughtful.
"I can never keep track. Army, Navy, Marines, Demons, Legions,
Amberites. How the hell high is Major?"He then offers a nod and
cheery smile to Yosannah's friend.
Tena smiles to Riva, and then one to
Jurt. She spins to face the room on her stool.
Jurt glances down any applicable shirts,
frowning a little upon discovering none are ideal.
"Hey, Riv. Konnichi-whatever to you too."
Tena winks up at Jurt.
Yosannah places a hand on Tena's arm and
offers, "I wouldn't encourage him if I were you."
Tena grins at Yo, "Is he bad?"
Jurt heys. "Nobody likes a
critic."
Riva shrugs. "Your guess is as good
as mine. All I know is that I have total security clearance, and I
answer only to the Minister of defense.
Jurt informs Tena, "She's just trying to
keep me all to herself."
Yosannah nods, ignoring Jurt expertly,
"Bad as they come. Bad, bad, bad."
Tena looks up again, "I've seen
bad."
Jurt sniffs, combing a hand through his
flaming coif. His clothing must be heat resistant, "You make me sound
like Jesse James, or Dirty Hairy." He considers. "I kind of like
that."
Riva chuckles softly and crushes out her
cigarette and stands.
Yosannah doesn't look up at Jurt. Instead
she motions to the bartender as she states, "Dirty Hairy you are
not."
Tena says "Whats a dirty
hairy?"
Jurt says "Oh yeah?" He looks for a
target.
Yosannah smiles at Tena and then
chuckles,"Nothing." To Jurt she insists, "Yeah." A smirk plays on her
lips, she's obviously enjoying the banter.
Jurt makes a gun with his left hand, the
one facing the counter. A decent sized hand, though maybe not .45
Magnum.
Riva catches one last long pull from her
beer before stepping away from the table to dig for a
trump.
Jurt sights down his arm at the empty
stool closest to the doorway, forgetting about Riva.
Riva moves forward and vanishes, leaving
behind a rapidly fading afterimage.
Yosannah notes Riva as she vanishes. She
shrugs.
Jurt concentrates, a hint of shimmering
about the burning green hollows of eyes. With a kick to hand and a
*blam!* sound effect escaping his lips, a small ball of fire shoots
from his finger, striking the stool with enough force to knock it
over.
Yosannah startles and spins as the stool is forced to
the floor, "Funny, smart ass."
Tena laughs, "You guys are
funny."
Yosannah crosses her arms over her chest, "Yeah. A regular laugh riot." To Jurt she mouths 'show
off'.
Jurt follows up, shooting it again, and
then moving on the next stool. He yells *Bang*, and another small
ball flies at the second empty stool, hints of green and blue in the
'bullet' to those with lightning fast eyes. Wisps of smoke rise from
the tip of his index finger.
Yosannah frowns now, "Knock it off,
Jurt."
Tena shakes her head, "All I have is a
gun... I'm jealous."
Jurt gives the second stool another shot
in the gut for good measure, and then fifth bullet for the third
stool, which spins before tipping over. He sights down his arm at
Yosannah, face serious.
Yosannahs gaze meets his and her jaw works slightly.
Jurt says "Did I fire six balls, or just
five."
Yosannah's expression is blank and devoid
of emotion, though her breath obviously comes a little faster.
Jurt hammers his thumb down, and nothing,
"Cheap ass hand! Jurt says "Ciao girls." His outline shimmers, his
image fades, and he is gone.
Yosannah exhales loudly as if she had been holding her breath and she curses,
"Bastard... goddamn him."
Tena giggles softly, "Sorry."
Yosannah points to where the man sat in
the rafters, "He's a nut. Certifiable. If the mood so struck him, he
probably would shoot someone."
Tena nods, "I'd shoot him
back. You seem pretty jumpy... and
with the crowd you hang out with... I figure you would be used to
it.""
"Crowd?" Yosannah looks back up at the rafters and bites at her lower lip, pensive, "He's so unpredictable. And I can't read him and that makes me a bit nervous." She shrugs her shoulders and feigns a smile for the girl. Her gaze returns to the rafters and lingers there for a long moment.
Later...
Ro'bert nods to Yosannah. "You're right, you know. We _don't_ know each other. Can we set aside the bitchy histrionics?"
Yosannah regards Ro'bert cooly, "I'm sorry, what?" She doesn't seem to have noticed Merlin.
Ro'bert says "Every time I open my mouth, you look irritated. Do I annoy you? Because I raised this question before, and you replied: I don't even know you. Which is true. This bothers me, that we should be at such crossed purposes without knowing one another's names."
Yosannah doesn't appear to be 'annoyed', but, certainly, she seems confused, "Whuh?"
Ro'bert shakes his head. "Forget it," he says. "Just go on snickering. Easier that way."
Yosannah notices Merlin just then, she nods at Ro'bert in an effort to seem agreeable.
Merlin wanders over towards the table under the balcony. "You not getting along with the other kids at school again?" he asks.
Yosannah lowers her head and her gaze in effort to put on airs of ashamedness.
Merlin tsks quietly, shaking his head.
Yosannah lifts her gaze and smirks lightly, "You gonna sit down, or should I go stand in a corner?"
Merlin lets out a laugh, just a single, sharp exhalation. "I'll sit," he says. "But you should still take a minute and think about what you've done." Merlin nudges out a chair with his boot and drops himself into it.
Yosannah rests an elbow on the table and her chin in her hand as she addresses Merlin, "So..."
At your table, Merlin leans forward, both elbows on the table, lacing his fingers together. "So...?"
At your table, Yosannah says "So. So, there's no chance that you're gonna lose the beard?"
At your table, Merlin lifts his shoulders in a shrug. "I suppose my jaw might fall off," he says. "That'd do it."
At your table, Yosannah says "Uh huu." She locks her gaze with his for a moment, "No, seriously."
At your table, Merlin raises a hand, pulling at it, self-consciously. "What?"
At your table, Yosannah says "Nevermind. Hey, I met your father the other night. Corwin, right?"
Ro'bert calls over, to Merlin, "Is Christopher still alive?"
Yosannah turns her attention to Ro'bert, pausing in her own conversation with Merlin. She leans back in her chair holding a wine glass in both hands. She gazes at the red liquid as the two men converse. After a while, she sets her glass on the table and mutters lightl.
"I'm gonna take off..."
At your table, Merlin murmurs. "Hey, hey! I just got here!"
Ro'bert says "Bit of advice for you, Majesty. Pink's not so bad. Y'might try it."
Yosannah smiles, "I know you did. But someone else has captured your attention... which is fine, mind you."
Merlin frowns slightly. "No, no. I'm just trying to be polite," he says. His lips purse then. "Which I suppose is making me behave rudely."
Yosannah winks, perhaps in effort to mimic Ro'bert's earlier gesture. "Now, Majesty, I would never suggest such a thing." Is she mocking?
Merlin sinks slightly in his chair. "Is this because I won't shave the beard?"
Yosannah nods, seriously, "It's all about he beard. Naturally." A smile escapes the corner of her lips.
Merlin waves a hand. "Bah. So cruel."
Yosannah yawns lightly and lifts her hand to her mouth to stifle it, "I uh... Mmm. So, your dad. Goofy guy."
Merlin smirks. "You think so?"
Yosannah crosses her arms and rests them on the table, she hunches over them slightly, "Mmm. Seems very wired."
Merlin's brows lift. "Wired?"
Yosannah nods, "Yeah. Difficult time sitting still."
Merlin nods. "Mm. Yeah," he says. "Haven't actually seen him in a while."
Yosannah says "No? I see." And then, "I didn't mention knowing you. I'm not sure why, but I didn't."
Merlin says "Playing close to your chest or something, hmm?"
Yosannah says "Playing close to my chest," she considers this, "I'm not familiar with that expression."
Merlin says "You need to play more poker, I think."
Yosannah says "Considering I don't play at all... But I think I get your point, now that you put it that way."
Merlin smirks. "Yeah."
Yosannah says "Hmmm. I don't think it was because I was concerned with an upper hand, or not showing my cards," she shrugs. "Maybe I just don't want to have to try and explain me and you." She licks her lips and purses them over her tongue, "Or something like that."
Merlin nods his head. "Uh huh. So what you're saying is that you were chicken."
Yosannah eyes him coyly, "Nooo. Chicken? For goodness sake."
Merlin nods again, smiling. "Uh huh."
Yosannah says "Absolutely not. I honestly wouldn't know what to say about you. And that's the truth."
Merlin tilts his head. "All right," he says. "Fair enough."
Yosannah nods triumphantly, "Good. 'Cuz I suspect, were you in my shoes, you wouldn't know what to say either."
Merlin waves a hand. "Nah. I'd just make something up."
Yosannah hehs, "Oh? Such as?" She lifts her arms over her head and stretches.
Merlin winks. "Well, if anyone refers to you as my attorney, just play along."
Yosannah ahhhs, "I see. Very good. Now where is my retainer?" She lifts her glass to her lips and mutters behind it, "Your 'attorney'," she accentuates the word. "Funny."
Merlin coughs. "Cheque's in the mail."
Yosannah says "Daah. You couldn't afford me anyway."
Merlin laughs. "Oh, I'll bet."
Yosannah says "Yeah. So, I'm tired and I need to get out of these clothes and get some rest. How 'bout you walk me home, Corey."
Merlin nods. "Sure thing," he says, sliding his chair back and rising to his feet.
Yosannah follows suit and then scratches at her neckline with one hand and holds out her other for him.
Merlin takes her hand. "So... out of those clothes you said?"
Yosannah lets out a short laugh, "Ohh boy." She shakes her head, "I suppose I did."
Merlin smiles. "Yeah. That's what I thought you said..."