And with a Crash-

[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

Fading out is an echo of two voices...

"He's an angsty, emo, heartless sorcerer swordsman."

"He totally needs to get laid, then."

There's never a good closet around when you need one- at least, ever since someone came up with Rule #3. So what if Laini and Zelgadiss missed the stairs and whatever else door they were aiming for- They're at least out of the bar right now, and Laini is doing her best to get him out of his clothes.

(As for hers- Shapeshifter. That will only take a moment, unless he wants to help as well!)

They crash the door into the back room and onto a convenient couch. Zel winces a bit as the back of his head hits the armrest (because Laini is totally doing the pouncing) and, noticing their surroundings, says eloquently, "Um. Where are we?"

Laini blinks, maybe finally distracted. Somewhat. "Good question- though someone did leave a drink here."

Zelgadiss eyes said drink. It's blue. Very blue. "Yeah, but what sort is it?"


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[swinging-cod.livejournal.com]

Jayne grunts, eyeing him.

"I ain't lookin' for man-bits. You want that fellow over there."

He points in the direction of an earnest, floppy-haired youth."

[morelikeasponge.livejournal.com]

The earnest floppy-haired youth is carefully studying a bucket.

[i_am_your_host]

Ah. Hm. Big hairy brute on the left, or dewy-eyed pretty boy on the right? He sighs. Decisions, decisions!

He leans in toward the big one and purrs, "I'll come back for you later, darling." He runs his fingertips over his forearm for good measure.

Sidling up to the floppy-haired youth with the stealth of a cat, he murmurs near his ear, "Your bucket is exquisite. May I touch it?"

[morelikeasponge.livejournal.com]

"Oh, sure," says Peter, entirely oblivious. He holds up the bucket, helpfully. "It's for my destiny."

[i_am_your_host]

...This one's going to take some work.

"A bucket. Of destiny. I see."

He lightly caresses the lip of the container with his fingertips, shifting his heavy-lidded gaze to Peter's face.

"And what sort of destiny does this bucket hold for you, I wonder?"

[morelikeasponge.livejournal.com]

Funny, that's what everybody says about Peter.

He glances at the bucket.

Earnestly: "Well, mostly salt water, right now."

[i_am_your_host]

"Salt water?" he purrs, the tip of his tongue sweeping over his bottom lip as if he could taste the liquid itself. "What on earth does someone like you need salt water for?"

He tucks a lock of Peter's Emo Hair behind his ear for him.

[morelikeasponge.livejournal.com]

That's so thoughtful of him.

"Well," says Peter, staring hard at the bucket, "in case I absorb an ability that doesn't let me stand on land, I have to be prepared."