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Not at all. I've uh, smiled once, and the results of that were...Productive...

*Flushes and looks away*

Productive, huh?

*commissar leaned on the bar*

Go onnnn.

*Ra takes off as Cal and Morri are trying to keep the children calm*


*Perenelle walks out of the kitchen with a cup of tea and sits on the couch oblivious to all that's happened*

Blake: Careful Nicholas. You drool on the bar your cleaning it.

*Grins to himself*

Er...

*Continues looking away and sips champagne*

Hm. Is the great, strong spartan II being shy on me?

*ignores blake*

A bit...Umm...

*Brushes hair away from face to behind her ears*

Can we drop it?

[The commissar drags Perron into the bar, followed by some of the PDF, laughing and smiling]
[Perron now has a hand splint for his broken fingers, and looks cheerful but no less tired]

[Commissar slaps him on the back] Your face! I've never seen someone so confused.
You did a good job though, I could use more men like you around the place. If you actually enlist.

[Perron laughs] You mean tall. How many of those ceiling corners had never been swept?
[Smiles] Though it was nice to be useful.

[They sit at a sticky bar table] [Commissar stands] My round, for you being such a good sport. What's your poison? [Starts walking to the bar itself]

[Perron looks up] Lime and Tonic. Not sure what my limits are.

[Commissar raises an eyebrow but nods and orders drinks]

*Blake continues mopping up the bar*

Blake: Bartender I've finished!

Bartender: You are free for the rest of the day then.

Blake: Thanks boss.

I'll want to learn more later. But for now how about I buy you another drink?

That sounds nice. Thanks. You're really trying to get me drunk, ain't you?

*Tilts head and moves the glass over to Commissar*

Maybe. Maybe not. Try and figure it out~

*commissar got Dennys drink refilled and held it back out to her*

[Commissar returns with drinks] [Table cheers happily]
[Perron waves to Blake] Wanna join? Promise we won't talk about the weather.

*Blake shrugs*

Blake: Why not.

*Blake walks over to where Perron is*

Blake: Now I don't want to get too drunk.

I will.

*Leans forward slightly*

How should I try to find out?

*Sips the champagne*

*commissar leaned in and smiled*

If you don't make it easy for me, why should I make it easy for you, huh?

[Perron pulls out another chair, and Commissar hands Blake a drink] No worries!

*Quetz wakes up in the kitchen and shakes himself like a wet dog to wake himself with a rustle of scales. He then moves over to the stove and starts cooking*


*Nicholas comes back out and sees Perenelle then sits down next to her tiredly*
Pernelle: Nicholas? What's wrong?
*Nicholas sighs and starts tiredly explaining the events of past day*

*Shrugs*

Fair. I'll take my time thinking about it then.

*Sips the champagne and leans back*

With that augmented mind of yours you should figure it out pretty soon. You must be pretty smart.

*Blake takes the drink*

Blake: Thanks. Its always nice to sit down have a drink and chat...

*Sirs down and takes a swig*

Blake: So what do you guys do around here?

*Letho puts Kisha delicately to the side, and walks into the bar.*

*He grabs another bottle of scotch from behind the bar, and begins drinking.*

*steps into the bar and looks around*

Gue'la night out, I see.

*makes his way over to Perron and sits down next to him*

Hello Perron. How are you recovering?

*marla*

I need a drink!
Maybe the bar will be better... Since the remodel.

*walks into bar*
One white wine bartender. No soda please.

*leans against bar waiting*

...
*Maria finishes up*
Hey. Kimmy. Bridgett. Foods ready.
*plates up a large propper roast dinner with gravy and Yorkshire puddings*

Real food.

Well, if I was going to say the truth, I'd say you're just trying to be nice. You're not the kind of person to try that. Am I wrong?

*Swirls the champagne*

I think you're just trying to come off as a lady's man, but your a really softy on the inside.

*The bartender hands Marla her drink and nods*

*Blake chats with the other people at his table*

*commissar held back a laugh*

Me? A softy? Yeah, get real motormouth.

*Marla pays and sees peron, boran and others*

Big night out. *sipping wine*
Never seen the bar this busy in a while.

*seems relaxed*

[Benny finishes building the kitchen and sits in the doorway again] [Looks contemplative]

[Perron smiles] I've been worse. [Considers] I don't have a sword stuck in me.

*Letho groans.*

Letho: Surrounded by bloody humans... *Sighs*

*Pulls out a cigarette, and lights it with a hand gesture.*