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[wingenvy]

[He really hates doing these... but he'd gotten the message earlier, and it's probably for the best not to delay things for long.]

Hey all- just a quick head's up. Yuri Lowell's gone home again. Everybody in Brave Vesperia, don't worry, okay? It's business as usual. I'm sure we can figure out where to take things from here. Yuri would want us to keep on trucking, so that's what we'll do!

[WE'LL BURY THE SADNESS YOU GUYS IT WORKS GREAT]

Oh, and I've got an announcement for all you newcomers to Luceti, too! The name's Zack Fair, and I work at the local bar here in the plaza, along with Buffy Summers and Shizuo Heiwajima. The bar's called Good Spirits, and it's a great place for just hanging out and taking the load off. Not just for alcohol, either! So don't worry if you don't drink that stuff.

Come on in if you're ever feeling thirsty! We'd be happy to serve you.

[With that said- it's an Open Bar Post! Visit, mingle, chat with that handsome glowy-eyed bartender or each other, whatever. And once his shift is over, Zack will be going home (of course) a bit late, fleeing the thunderstorm. Good thing he's a durable sort. And there might be a nice surprise waiting for him tonight...]

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[alloys]

[Open bar post, you say? Tony is a regular fixture there in the evenings, sitting in his preferred seat and flipping through his journal, as usual.

And he's got his customary glass of scotch ever ready at his fingertips. Some things never change. Bother?]

[fleurdesel]

Stark. [And that was all. The same greeting he'd gotten at the party at Spike's.]

[alloys]

[Oh, sup, Adele. Have a characteristically smug face.]

Doc. Fancy meeting you in here.

[fleurdesel]

Was there not some sort of vague threat surrounding that particular nickname made a few months ago?

[She orders a gin and tonic and offers a half smirk in return. Things were strange, but. More even than they had been.]

[alloys]

[Even is fine. Platonic snark is fine. It's when things get more personal--that's where he draws the line.]

Hmm--I don't recall. Maybe you should refresh my memory?

[fleurdesel]

I cannot remember if it was neutering or the knotting of spinal nerves. One or the other, though I am far more likely to think it to be the former.

[alloys]

[Unaffected grin.] Ah--right. No, I think I'll pass and just stick with the nickname.

[fleurdesel]

Whatever you say ...'carebear'. [And yes, she's smirking behind the rim of her gin Tony.]

[alloys]

[He's not even going to dignify that with a response. Just. This face. That nickname was more embarrassing for her, really. It's just awful. And horribly inaccurate!]

[fleurdesel]

[The smirk becomes a snicker that she doesn't repress at all.] I will admit. I have called men I bed stranger things. Nicknames are not my strongest suit, Stark. It is why I primarily stick with last names and honorifics.

[alloys]

You have a genuinely awkward way of putting things. ['Men she beds'? Seriously? Is that grandmother language?] In that case, stick with Stark. Mr. Stark, if you're feeling fancy.

[fleurdesel]

English is my second language Stark. Would you prefer I was vulgar and said 'men that I fuck'? [She quirks a brow and lifts a shoulder.] Stark works just as well.

[alloys]

Now you're just being vulgar. [He takes a sip of scotch.] Stick with Stark and I'll stick with LeBlanc. Sound fair?

and then i icon-misfired with a hugging icon. by accident.

[herotypical]

[ and her comes the flo nightingale of bartending to nudge a fresh scotch in your direction. ]

Tony! I'd give you a hug or something but I think our friendship calls for more of a firm handshake and a slap on the back. [ teasing teasing teasing. ]

hahaha, I thought she was just REALLY excited to see him.

[alloys]

[Praise Buffy. She always seems to know just when he's thinking he needs a fresh glass.]

Alright by me. I've never been especially huggy, anyway. [Except for, you know. That one time. When he was hugging everyone.] Anything new in the life of the Buffster?

OH MISTER TONY OH.

[herotypical]

[ sometime, she'll get a tony-hug when things aren't terrible or shifted. just a normal hug. it'll be glorious. ]

Anythings. There are anythings worth of newness. I wouldn't even know where to beg--hey. You? How are you?

Bahaha.

[alloys]

[Yeah, and he'll probably try to swear her to secrecy for that one, too.

He lifts an eyebrow.] Can't say there's been too much, honest. Same old research, same old scotch, same old gaggle of confused new feathers...

[herotypical]

Oh! See. One of them. One of that gaggle? She's mine. One of mine's back in town.

[alloys]

Is that so? Well, lucky you. Is she a returnee, or is this her fist time on the Luceti adventure?

[herotypical]

Both?

Returned but unremembering. Willow Rosenberg. Be nice -- she's a science-y genius too.

[alloys]

[Willow, huh? That name's just begging for a nickname. Tony will have to see what he can do about that.]

If I come across her, I'll try to give her the good old Tony Stark welcome. As long as she doesn't start calling bullshit that I'm not who I say I am.

[It keeps happening. And? It's a pain.]

[herotypical]

Don't you worry. She's -- well? She's kinda very much the opposite of me. Sweet and kind maybe even a little on the socially gullible side. So if I hear you've talked her into laundry-duties? I will kick you ass.

[alloys]

[...Damn. There go his plans.]

And...personal assistant duties? Are those off-limits, too?

[herotypical]

Off-er than off. The offest they can be. Keep your corporate hands off my wicca.

[alloys]

[...Come again.] Wicca? Oh, your world just keeps getting more interesting, Buffster.