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[never_very_good]

[Curses or no curses, Frankie's doing what Frankie does-- tending bar. How thrilling. Something's up, judging from the fact that no one seems to be able to keep their seat for more than a minute or two, but it's not bad enough to shut down and he doesn't have the impulse to act like an idiot himself... so, Frankie's just rolling with the punches, at work as usual.

Of course, you don't need to be a willing participant to be stuck speed-dating...]




[ooc; open for action at the blue light and/or the raven, because i am flexible. frankie will be nice but horrified. <3 feel free to harass!]

Comments

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

So how's the curing vampires business going?

[She says it in a lighthearted, teasing voice as she sits down at the bar.]

[never_very_good]

Got out of it. Bad for my health.

[He smiles, just a little.]

What can I get ya?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

I can see how that might be.

[The smile, even a little one, makes her grin more]

Mint Julep please.

[never_very_good]

Don't get much call for those.

[But it's a well-stocked bar and, these days, it's what Frankie does for a living, so he fixes her drink.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

I know. It's old fashioned. Mama drinks them and I sort of just got raised with them.

[never_very_good]

Makes sense. [He nods, leans against the surface behind him, arms crossed.] So how's it going?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Lucy shrugs at that.] Harry went home. Hardison went home. The City sucks. How are you?

[never_very_good]

Sorry to hear it. [He shrugs.] Not so bad from me. Got a visit from home, can't complain about that.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

It's okay. I'm distraction girl [And from the long sip of her drink, also alcohol girl]Oh! That is nice. Someone just stropping by or here for a while?

[never_very_good]

Here for good, I think. Didn't seem to be one of those tourist curses.

[He doesn't make a big deal about it, but there's a slight smile on his lips.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Oooh! Lucky. So who is it?

[And she genuinely is happy for him and wants to hear about this.]

[never_very_good]

Ed. My brother.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Is he like you?

[never_very_good]

Like me how?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

In any way?

[never_very_good]

He's the smart one.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

I don't know. You don't seem like a dumb guy to me.

[This would be the flirting portion of the evening. She sips the drink, licking the sugar rimmed lip of the glass]

[never_very_good]

[He smirks a little, but nods. Sadly, Lucy, he's more or less immune to the flirting, but he won't hold it against you.]

Tending bar's about the best job I can manage. Ed's a doctor. Doesn't add up the same, you know?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Okay. I'll give you that they're different sorts of smart.

[It's okay. She doesn't actually require a positive reaction to flirting as long as it's not a negative one]

[never_very_good]

[Neutrality for the win.]

If you say so. Dunno how alike we are anyway.