[OPEN] Are there some aces up your sleeve? Have you no idea that you're in deep?

[totallytrustworthy]

Date & Time: 8/ 5
Location: a less than reputable local-run bar
Characters: Chloe Frazer and YOU POSSIBLY
Summary: Chloe's Exsilium birthday! One year spent in this place means it's a good time to get into a fight or two, right?
Warnings: Punching. So much punching.

Easy, big guy. Trust me, it's all just a misunderstand-- [Chloe clips her attempt at diplomacy short: opting for the more appealing route of keeping her head fixed firmly on her shoulders as she flattens herself-- palms pressed against the wood of an old, barely standing bar table and what scattered playing cards are left in unorganized heaps along its beer-soaked surface-- just as a glass bottle whizzes right past the top of her forehead to catch (and shatter) on the edge of the booth behind.] --ing.

[There's a pause. A beat for the bar's patrons to play a game of connect the dots where point A is Chloe Frazer, point B is a somewhat average game of cards and point C is a volatile meltdown resulting in one of the larger local sorts hurling insults and glass at a notoriously disreputable conwoman. Clearly she's the innocent party.] Or not.

[And from there on out, the booth and table are abandoned; barrier set aside in favor of mobility. Or more accurately, in favor of an all out brawl. Something Chloe's capable of holding all on her own, of course, but there's the matter of closed spaces and less than friendly faces and really, it's the right thing to do to lend a hand to a girl in need, isn't it? Come on. Chivalry can't be as dead as they say it is.

Besides, all things considered, it's technically her birthday.]



[ooc: Feel free to jump in and lend a hand or prod at her once she's bashed a few skulls and is cleaning up the mess, much to the dismay and disapproval of the locals! In fact, everything she does is just in poor taste. You should probably stay far, far away.]

Comments

[alittlesweptup]

[What's wrong with his flat? It's a perfectly nice place, he'll have you know. Respectably well equipped for the price and location, thank you.]

Christ, I can see why you're worried about the picket fence. You do realize you've just offered to go house hunting, don't you? [There's a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. It's terribly 'poking a bear with a stick' of him.]

[totallytrustworthy]

[The location is perfect, the flooring? Disaster.]

Say that again and you will be going alone, you ass. [Try not to flinch when she flicks up a sharp boot heel angled right at that outstretched shin, Charlie.]

[alittlesweptup]

[He does - and lets out a muffled squawking noise to... boot (not to put too fine a point on things, as the toe of Chloe's shoe is doing a perfectly good job at that all on its own).] Oi, oi - hey now, that's uncalled for.

[Pulling he leg up, he makes a show of rubbing the tender spot.] That's it. I'm redacting the offer. You're a hazard to my health.

[totallytrustworthy]

You don't need my help hurting yourself, you know.

[But Chloe caves-- or feigns at it, anyway-- leaning forward to set a hand over his in a show of sympathy.] Poor thing. Not sure you'll ever walk again.

wow look at that hideous typo i made up there

[alittlesweptup]

[Her hand is warm on his. He bumps his knuckles back against her palm.] That's right. Just look what you've done.

[But that's about as far as he can manage to take the charade before Charlie slides his hand out from under hers. He loops his fingers round her wrist, gentle and without much motivation beyond touching her.] Don't you have a storm to go wading through?

shhh no

[totallytrustworthy]

[She straightens a bit at that, glancing out towards the downpour before adding, lightly, fingers curling softly into the heart of her palm:] Really rather not, if it's all the same to you.

[alittlesweptup]

[He shrugs, fingers steady at her wrist. Against her skin.] Yeah, alright. [And Charlie pinches her gently, grins flashing momentarily wider before he releases her arm.]