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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[pirate_jack]

He swings round, black eyes gleaming with interest.

"What was that, luv?"

[wickedtrue.livejournal.com]

Feather's eyes are very wide, and she is clutching the tiny remote control Dalek to her chest like a life preserver.

Just as heartfelt, "When I rule the world, will you be my Pirate King?"

[pirate_jack]

"Seeing as how in that event I'm supposing that it's likely you can manage to make the count of votes go your way, there's no reason that I shouldn't," he says.

A beat.

"Although you'll have to explain matters to Lizzie."

[wickedtrue.livejournal.com]

"Oh, it's a different position! Not that one! It's much more of an... undercover position. Very important to national security!"

She blinks large and innocent eyes.

[pirate_jack]

In contrast, Jack suddenly looks alarmed.

"National security-- luv, do you work for the Crown?"