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[This again... in this instance, though, Zack doesn't mind making the announcement. Luke had given him some bad news recently and it really seems to be hitting him hard, so it wouldn't be fair for the poor guy to have to tell everyone else, as well. He's been through enough lately.]

Hey guys, just a head's up... Guy Cecil's been sent back to his world.

[And since he'd rather not dwell on the bad news-]

Since we've lost him again, Good Spirits - that's the local bar here, for anybody who hasn't visited the place - is still looking for a couple more staff members, if anybody's interested. Servers especially. The place is run by me, Buffy, Raven, and Nami right now, but it's always nice to have a few nights off, so some extra hands can make a big difference for us. Inquire within!

We're trying to expand the menu to include some finger food, too- nothing too complicated, just stuff that's easy for anybody to make. Suggestions would be awesome.

Guess that's it for now.

[This entry can also serve as an OPEN BAR POST if anyone's interested.]

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Look at it too long and it'll rust. I get the point.

[ She closes her eyes with a smile, preempting having to see any looks of indignation her teasing (gasp!) comments might cause. Him and that sword, man. ]

No, no. You can definitely admire it as long as you want.

[Looking is free. It's the hacking and slashing that messes with its delicate condition.

...Also he is kinda teasing back, and loving this.]

You so sure about that?

[ Dryly, but with still-raised eyebrows. She sips at her drink casually. ]

Of course I'm sure! ...Well, you know, within reason. If you stare too much, me and Masutaiki might get jealous.

[ Hand in chin goes here, complete with flat look. ]

Your swords are sentient now?

[ If she remembers correctly and he's talking about his newer weapon, and not... like... a name he went and decided to assign to his little Zack downstairs. ]

It is my baby, therefore it has feelings.

[He says in the most serious of tones. With this grin on his face.

How in the world does he pull it off? Good question.]

You might make me jealous.

[ She says in the most serious of tones. With this serious look on her face.

How in the world does she pull it off? ... Why is this a question? ]

[It really isn't.]

Don't be jealous! I love all my ladies equally!

[Wait.]

In... different ways!

[ WHAT EVEN, ZACK?

... You have, like... approximately three seconds before she can no longer make any promises about maintaining the not-on-fire status of this bar and everything inside of it. ]

[Oh dear. He can tell that didn't impress her.

3... 2...]

Does it help if I say that I love you the most?

[So how screwed is he, exactly?]

[ She'll have to spend a few seconds considering, so there's that at least- a slight delay of what is potentially the inevitable. Her eyes are narrowed as she peers at him, trying to decide if a declaration of love is acceptable as a means to soothe her annoyance when it was... obviously at least partially motivated by attempted damage control.

Anything else he'd like to add? ]

[...Crap, he's gotta up the ante, doesn't he.]

I could name the drink after you. Because it's awesome. ...Like you are.

[He's not very good at this, okay.]

[ Yep, you're really reaching now, boy.

But watching him flounder isn't so much in her interests, really, and storming off at this point is too drastic even for her. After another moment or so, finally she lifts her gaze up off of him in a thorough show of rolling her eyes; at last the tension dissipates at least a little bit. ]

Not sure it's original enough to warrant that.

You haven't even heard the name yet!

[...Which is mostly because he hasn't thought of it yet, granted, but still...]

[ Zack plz. She was almost willing to let this thing drop! Now he's got her raising her eyebrows and waiting expectantly again-- though this time with an expression that's quite clearly colored with the unsure-ness present in her over whether she actually wants to hear what he might BS up on such short notice. ]

[.....

Um.

He's caught, isn't he.]

Okay uh. Let me think.

[....]

Something... electric. Inspiring. Fruity.

[.....ffff....]

...Like... um...

[You know what? He's... just gonna trail off. Because nothing he can come up with is fantastical enough to get him out of the proverbial doghouse at this point.]

[ ... Points for effort but ultimately left hanging. D-minus. Sorry, Zack.

Lightning sighs, leaning back when it becomes apparent he either doesn't have it in him to see it through or... has finally come to his senses over how fruitless the effort really is.

And yeah, she'll just let him continue to suffer for a few moments longer as she regards him without comment, sipping again idly at the unnamed slush. Just because. ]

... Maybe you should just stick to watching your tongue.

[He just sighs in a way that is probably pathetic and forlorn and very much like the puppy Angeal dubbed him, his head thunking quietly against the bar counter. He's such a lady killer, god.]

[ He's worse than her actual dog sometimes. 8| Elbow on the counter, she reaches out to fluff through his hair while he's down before catching the tip of one of the spikes between her fingers.

Affectionate punishment...? Regardless, no comment. ]

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re: first tag- s'probably the other way around. jsyk.