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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 8, 2008 20:39:26 GMT -5
He raised a bemused eyebrow. "And you've got a lot of cheek for a little Nightmare girl who looks like her hand got stuck in a socket," he drawled, feigning disinterest.
He turned his attention briefly to the bartender, with his weird hat and white shirt. Not the normal type you'd expect to wait on the patrons of the Faded. "How long have you worked here?" he asked Yuri after a moment of studying.
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Post by rose on Feb 8, 2008 21:52:24 GMT -5
"Hmph," Yuri grunted and nodded simultaneously, swiping the bottle by the neck and plucking it from the shelf (causing the surrounding ones to tremble against one another slightly). With his other hand, the male chose an elongated thingytail glass, placing it upon the counter and proceeding to pour the tipple carefully into it, listening amusedly to their not-so-friendly conversation.
Once he finished serving her alcoholic beverage, Yuri replaced the bottle and slid the glass across the counter to her, picking the coins up and making a brief calculation before returning one of them to her possession.
"Long enough to know vhen the big fights are going to kick off," he sighed, adjusting the collar of his shirt self-conscious of the Prince's eyes upon him. "Though not long enough to try all the drinks. Vhy do you ask, Your Highness? I don't look like I should be vorking here or something?" Came his questions, in a cold tone of voice, as if the answers were obvious.
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Post by Jules on Feb 8, 2008 22:43:04 GMT -5
"My cheek is a normal size, it's your ego that's too big." She said as she took her newly delivered glass in hand. It wasn't as good as the sludge she'd wished hadn't been a casualty, but for Zizzy, it would do. The girl should've probably taken a hint from the bartender and done the differential thing, adding honorifics and what not. But the electricity skittering inside her mouth was making her cheeks glow a bit, like they often did when she was a little pissed off.
But the comment Yuri made had her glow fading. "You can tell when big fights are going to start? You gotta tell me. I love those things."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 8, 2008 23:09:57 GMT -5
Alexander caught the chill to Yuri's voice and grinned good-naturedly, tipping both hands up in a gesture of peace. "Not at all. It's just, you seem to know the meaning of hygiene, that's all." Though his expression didn't falter, his eyes grew steely at the additional Your higness. A familiar defiance rose in him, but he pushed it down, turning with lithe irritation to Zizzy.
He shifted his expression into one of calm pitying. "I think you're a little bit insane," he informed her matter-of-factly.
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Post by rose on Feb 9, 2008 14:58:43 GMT -5
His lips were pursed, not too satisfied with the fact he was interacting with the two customers- especially as there were things he could be getting on with rather than talking (not being one for multi-tasking).
"Yes," he stated, still retaining his cold demeanour. "For example, the old Nightmare I served before you. He is a very good poker player. The Nightmare playing cards in the corner- I say playing, but he's pulling the vool over their eyes vhile he cheats. They'll eventually challenge eachother tonight. The old man vill catch him, and try and teach him a lesson, then their associates vill get involved."
To Alexander, he replied, "I only clean because no-one else vill." He failed to mention it was the Dream blood in him, compelling the male to catalogue everything into a neat and tidy order. Yuri's eyes glinted with faint amusement.
"I vouldn't avoid putting a bet on you two creating a row tonight," he commented dryly.
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Post by Jules on Feb 9, 2008 16:47:05 GMT -5
Zizzy only gave Alexander a wicked kind of grin. "Probably." She wasn't one to psycho-anaylsis herself, but the Nightmare was kind of sure she wasn't exactly the most adjusted person out there.
She turned on the two men Yuri had indicated with interest. "I'm gonna root for geezer." She declared, which meant a little more then one would think. It was very hard to focus on fighting while shocks continously attacked your limbs.
"Naw. I don't fight, I'd suck at it too badly." She replied with unashamed honesty. "I'd probably just duck and run. Besides, we all know he wouldn't hit a girl. He's gracious like that."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 9, 2008 18:12:35 GMT -5
Alexander pretended to be shocked. "Oh, you're a girl, are you? How about that."
Though, in all honesty, she was right. He didn't consider himself gracious by a long shot, but he wouldn't hit a girl, tenacious and impertinent though she may be. He glanced toward where the Nightmares were playing poker. "Maybe he won't get caught," he suggested half-heartedly.
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Post by rose on Feb 9, 2008 20:54:22 GMT -5
"Mm," Yuri nodded ever so slightly, the feather tucked into the ribbon of his hat trembling as he moved. "Trust me, you'd have better luck marrying a human than cheating vith him around." He drawled robotically, as if he were always spewing out such information to his customers. "That Nightmare, the old one, has powers over the truth, or something. You're right though, maybe he'll be too drunk to realise about the cheating- the drink I served vas pretty potent. "But speaking of drinks, I don't think you told me vhat you vanted."
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Post by Jules on Feb 9, 2008 21:30:58 GMT -5
Zizzy just decided ignoring the impertient twin would be best. Who knew brothers could be so different in personality when they were almost the same in looks? She listened to Yuri with half-hearted interest, but really it wasn't so much fun talking about fights as it was witnessing them.
"What's his name, the geezer?" She asked in a bored tone, dragging a fingertip to trace simple patterns in the bartop's grime.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 9, 2008 21:41:51 GMT -5
"Ah, yes." He thought about being offended for a moment, doing an 'off-with-his-head' sort of rebuke, but Little Miss Me First had commandeered most of his annoyance for the night. "Firewhisky, if you have it." He paused, was instantly bored with the fight that may-or-may-not happen, and turned back to the bartender. "What's your name? Your accent sounds... Russian, or Hungarian or something..."
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Post by rose on Feb 10, 2008 16:35:28 GMT -5
"Cedric, I think, I've heard him be addressed vith that name before," Yuri mused, nodding as he received Alexander's order, busying himself with searching for the corresponding bottle- he had seen the liquid during his tidying session beforehand, placing it- ah, there it was. He grabbed one of the few grimy goblets which were stored in a cabinet behind the bar and poured the drink swiftly, blinking expectantly for money as he replaced the bottle on the shelf.
"Russian." He murmured quietly. "It's Russian. My name is Lovensky- Yuri Lovensky." Had he been in a more social mood, he would have made an additional comment, and asked for their names, out of politeness, despite already knowing who the prince was.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 10, 2008 18:39:11 GMT -5
Alexander's mouth tilted sideways in semblance of a smile, and he nodded. "A pleasure, then, Yuri Lovensky." He wasn't kidding when he said he had more money than the girl and when he dropped the coins on the counter, he didn't really count out the amount-- it could have bought him three of the same drinks. Not that it mattered. Such an amount wouldn't even put a dent in Genn's new gloves.
He slid the drink to himself and leaned over, kicking Zizzy's foot. "Hey, Buzz Lightyear, watch and be impressed." With an overly-dramatic wave of the hand, he lit the shot of whiskey on fire. With one finger, he drew up the flame until it danced almost up to his head. In a swift motion, he downed it, fire and all, and then blew out a long trail of smoke between his lips that formed a frowny face above Zizzy's head.
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Post by Jules on Feb 10, 2008 18:50:42 GMT -5
Zizzy watched, but probably not with the amount of awestruck amazement he'd been going for. While she was secretly quite impressed, she was struggling hard to school her face in only minor appreciation.
"That's nothing."
She took her own half-finished drink and pointed a finger at it, making a little wriggling movement. A little lightning bolt in the shape of a small man skirt round the rim of her glass before diving in and setting the drink on fire, she scooped it the glass up, slammed it, which caused her cheeks to glow a bright blue for a moment.
Zizzy let the smoke out in a simple stream, however. She couldn't manipulate smoke even a little bit.
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Post by rose on Feb 11, 2008 8:46:34 GMT -5
Yuri's eyes widened considerably within their sockets, though not enough to convey too much emotion- it was customary for a royal to gallavant about the place, throwing money away wherever they ventured. Dream qualities once again overriding the Nightmare within his blood, Yuri merely placed his fingers upon the coins he needed, sliding them into the palm of the other hand.
"Impressive, the both of you," he murmured almost inaudibly, shoving the rest of the pile politely back towards Alexander. Yuri would have joined in with their 'contest', had he been off duty, had the powers to create special effects and had he actually been interested in showing-off.
Almost as if the male had predicted it, within the coner of the bar where the old Nightmare had seated himself, a small argument was beginning to brew.
"Yer a filthy li'l son-of-a, aren't ye?" "You can't handle losing, can you, asshole?" "What did ye call me?"
Yuri's now sobered expression released an exasperated sigh. "If you vill excuse me for one second," he mumbled, walking to the end of the counter and lifting the wooden flap as he emerged from the bar. With each step the male took towards the duo, the ruckus was becoming more expletive and chaotic, with other customers egging on the two potential brawlers. The atmosphere was saturated with tension.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 11, 2008 11:31:31 GMT -5
Both brows arched as she created a miniature lightning-man. He watched without much expression and wiggling a finger, manipulated her smoke into a smiley face. He smirked, impressed. "Not bad," he breezed. The smirk stretched into a grin. "I think I'm starting to warm up to you."
He didn't get the chance to say anything further, or notice his 'change' that Yuri had slipped back to him, because the potential fight had finally reared it's head. He swivelled in his chair, not bothering to mask his pleasure. He glanced at Zizzy from the corner of his eye.
"Another drinks says Mr. Lovensky kicks both of their asses," he said.
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