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[dark-eyed-fae.livejournal.com]

A fairly normal someone - looks like a college kid - wanders into the cantina, looking around curiously. Hope I got the coordinates right...

He's dressed up, comparatively, at least - as in, he's in slacks and a fairly nice shirt as opposed to a t-shirt and jeans. He waves awkwardly at the bartender. "Uh, hey."

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[dark-eyed-fae.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. He's a prick. Then again, I guess I was, too." He really doesn't want to go into it any further; some of the details are sore spots for almost any changeling.

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"Ain't the life that makes a bastich. It's how ya react ta it." She snorts and drinks deeply.

[dark-eyed-fae.livejournal.com]

He sighs and flops back onto the ground. "If you say so."

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He gets eyed for a bit, and then Mornbein moves to see if a Davey pillow would be comfortable. Pug grunts softly and moves out of the way.

[dark-eyed-fae.livejournal.com]

Davey raises an eyebrow as he discovers he's become a pillow. "Comfortable?"

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"Not bad." She smirks amiably, then pokes Pug as he puts his front paws on Davey's chest.

[dark-eyed-fae.livejournal.com]

"Good to hear." He wonders vaguely how long he's going to be down here. Maybe laying back was a mistake.

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"Want back up?" She pokes the cat again.

[dark-eyed-fae.livejournal.com]

"No rush. Though I kind of have to wonder if you haven't finally had too much."