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November 13, 2000 |
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The World's End Bar...
"It's Monday night. What on earth are we doing here?" She plops down into the chair, "Eesh."
Damen grins and pours to glasses of wine. He smiles, "We're getting a drink."
Benedict moves toward you, growing more defined as he approaches.
Yosannah pulls her chair 'round the table toward Damen, "Fair enough... Fairly obvious actually.."
"You know, we could be home watching football."
Benedict grunts. He unholsters his automatic, racks the slide, and walks unhurriedly on to the balcony's stairs.
Yosannah peers at the bottle.
Damen shrugs, "Want to go?"
Yosannah seems about to answer but her attention turns to Benedict.
Benedict walks up the staircase to the balcony. Benedict sets his automatic down on the balcony table as he sits. He flicks a glance over Yosannah. "Are you Chaosian?"
Yosannah points at herself... and then looks behind her as if he must be talking to someone else.
Damen turns to Benedict, "She's with me."
Rufio turns and looks up at Benedict.
Benedict says "Then. I am sure there will be no problems. Will there be, Damen."
Yosannah tugs on Damen's shirt, "... What's he talking about..?"
Damen says "Not unless you start one, Prince Benedict."
Damen moves his hand in a gesture to hush Yo.
Benedict snorts "I am a quiet man. Inclined to tea. But certain things disturb that. I am sure. You understand."
Tina turns slightly in her stool, glancing up towards Benedict.
Damen nods. "But of course."
Benedict gives a server a look. Soon he is brought up a tea service.
Cosette watches the exhange between Benedict and Damen with a bit of a smile.
Rufio turns slowly away from Benedict and back to the bar.
Damen works a kink out his neck. Nervous? Maybe. He turns back to talk quietly with Yosannah.
Dalt appears near the far wall.
Benedict flicks a glance over Dalt. "Brother."
Dalt sits down at the table on the far wall.
Damen looks to Yosannah, then Dalt. His gaze narrows.
Yosannah whispers "See, maybe this wasn't such a good idea..."
Damen says "What would you like to do?"
"uuuhh..." she shrugs at Damen.
Dalt nods to a server who approaches, muttering an order. She pours him some coffee.
Damen chuckles softly, "That was profound, lass. So...you want to go?"
Dalt says "Jurt. You're on fire."
Jurt says "Dalt. You big blond bastard. Somebody dug you up."
Yosannah says "Let's just go."
Jurt walks on over to Dalt's table.
Yosannah tugs at Damen's arm as she stands.
Damen nods at something Yosannah says and holds out his hand.
On the way past Damen's table, Jurt says, "Leaving already?"
Yosannah reaches out her hand to Damen... she flinches at Jurt's comment "..come on, Damen.."
Damen flicks his wrist and a trump slides out into his hand. He takes a moment to regard Jurt. "Such trepidation in your voice...such concern. Jurt...I didn't know you cared."
Jurt smirks. "When you're done, leave her where I can find her, huh?"
Yosannah turns, "What?!"
Damen chuckles softly and releases Yo's hand.
Jurt mimes a "Ooooh!" look as he walks.
Damen crosses his arms, "This should be good."
Dalt watches with his ever-present scowl.
Yosannah points after Jurt as she frowns at Damen, "Who the hell is that"
Jurt pulls out a chair at Dalt's table.
Damen chuckles, "A cousin. I think he dropped out of Dara."
"Well that explains it."
Damen says "And before you ask...he's not on our wedding list."
Dalt says "Damen."
Yosannah crosses her arms and slumps quietly at Dalt's voice.
Damen offers his hand to Yo again.
He turns, "Yes, Dalt?"
Dalt says "I'm gonna talk to my friend Jurt."
Damen says "How good for you."
Dalt says "You two stop interupting."
Jurt waves his hand. "No no, man, it's okay."
Damen lifts the card and peers at it....
Studio....
Damen chuckles again and moves to his wine rack. "You know what... someday I'd expect that you'd be more of a gentleman."
Damen raises an eyebrow, "Excuse me?"
"You know, I don't even know that Jork guy and you shouldn't let another man talk to me like that."
Damen regards her, "So what is it to be, Yo. Do you want me to stand up for you or do you want to do it? Because in the past, I always got yelled at when I did it."
Yosannah bites her lip and give that some serious consideration. "The first choice." She nods.
Damen nods. "Okay then. For now on, I will." He smiles, uncorking a bottle he selected."
Yosannah mumbles, "... cocky no good dirty rotten.."
Damen chuckles, "Both of them...and their combined egos would have beaten me down."
"But think of how romantic it would have been!"
Damen smirks. He pours two glasses of wine.
"So, did you want to stay?"
Damen smirks, "At the WEB? Not after all of that."
"I'm sorry."
Damen shrugs and settles onto the couch.
Yosannah follows after him "Any word from Kashfa?"
Damen laughs, "No. But I have a dinner date with Jasra and Brand."
"You do? Seriously?"
Damen nods, sipping his wine. "There's talk about me having a room in the Keep."
"I'm sorry. The Keep?"
"The Keep of Four Worlds....it houses the Fount. The Fount that turned Jurt into a living trump. Think of it as a fountain made of fire."
"Oh, yeah. That," she nods.
Damen swirls his glass, regarding the liquid within pensively. "It's been a goal of mine for a long time." he murmurs.
Yosannah regards Damen intently, "Damen, isn't it dangerous?"
Damen sips, "Ayup."
Yosannah reaches for the hand that holds his wineglass, "Damen. No."
Damen regards her. "You know it's dangerous holding an Irishman from his liquor." He grins a leans over, placing a light kiss upon her cheek. "I won't even be able to get near it, lass."
"Yeah. You say that to me, but you've got that look in your eye..."
Damen smiles, "Trust me. Why would I do anything that might take me away from you?"
She frowns, "You're insane."
Damen chuckles, "Well, there is that."