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a multicolored face pops up from behind the bar, swimming in an absinthe haze. She cracks a smile and there is an explosion of color, painted cheeks rising and mixing with a crinkling nose and dancing eyes.

She looks around, teetering unsteadily on her feet.

Blowing a kiss to FM and to the wolfy type person...

Hi Luna! -hic- want a drink.. FM? Absinthe? - as if there were any other kind of drink to serve.
 
hmmmm......

~sounds of a chair's wheels being rolled across the floor and then more brush strokes~

~the mural continues, this time upside down as the fey lays herself on the chair's seat, legs resting up its back. One of her heels has fallen off.~
 
A thrust of her hips to the side, nudges the chair a few feet over, slowly an upside down scene of the mirror world comes into view.. a castle.. under the clouds, resting upon their grey rainy side. the people jump, looking for heaven, but they only seem to fall upward.

The irony of this seems to escape them.
 
Flopping into a chair, feet tucked beneath firm ass, hands holding a bottle of Cuervo from the Outlook
 
The upside down cloud people have deveoped many supersititions. One of them is spitting. It is a dangerous proposition since the spit usually comes right back up and when it does, its on a direct path to the spitter. sometimes they spit sideways, but the goal of the contest is to spit so far down that it cannot return.

Earth people call this rain.
 
The earth people do not like the sky people. They do not like being spit upon.

But earth is heavier than water, they cannot throw far enough to hit the sky.
Even with their lead rocks.

One day the built a very very tall tower.
They were marching for war.

But the sky people were having none
and with a crack the tower fell,
rocks splitting skulls.

The earth people became confused,
started talking in sounds,
sounds that only had meaning to other sounds.

They thought they were talking to god.

~brush strokes tell the tale, tower of babble, Christianity's rise. The earth legends are faulty, written by those with scattered brains. The fey know what really happened~
 
Stalking, skulking, prowling, I flit from shadow to shadow, passage marked only by the swish of a cape.

The bat signal shines yellow against clouds and it is my turn to stalk the stalkers.

Steel claw tips are clamped to waiting fingers as I hop gracefully upon the ledge and gaze out over the dark city. Somewhere below are tiny mice, running from their own fear and choking on their own bile. They have no idea what real fear is.

Casually, I lick my hand, grooming.
 
*pets the angelkitty and puts out a saucer of Absinthe*

Something about getting over a cold just blows the cobwebs away. That and the copious supplements I've been mainlining.

*mixes a bloody mary with plenty of Worcestershire sauce, must get my 5 a day

settles onto a low couch, wondering if the little pretty is partial to snuggling on laps*
 
Wanders into the Rainbow room wearing nada but some rumba panties and a grin....
 
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*waves a minion over to fetch drinks for my friends*

How's everybody this evening... or whatever it is where you are?
 
*husky laughter followed by a stalking that ends when I have her throat in one hand...a squeeze...release, wicked grin*

hey punkin



*head turns to smile at le fr33k*

hey....

Hello Luna. *smiles in return*

*waves a minion over to fetch drinks for my friends*

How's everybody this evening... or whatever it is where you are?

Hello FM. It is indeed evening at this particular place across the Pond. I'm doing well. How was your shift?

*Orders a Three Wise Men from the minion*
 
Laps at the absinthe, bowl eventually rolling and spinning under the pressure, sliding across the floor. She does not use her hands to steady it, but prefers to stay in her element. Once clean, face glistening with sweet anise liquor she slinks to FM's lap and settles.

Something sounding suspiciously like a purr rises from the girl.
 
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Hello FM. It is indeed evening at this particular place across the Pond. I'm doing well. How was your shift?

*Orders a Three Wise Men from the minion*

Oh but I'm still working, really hard.

Supervising is working, right?
 
Laps at the absinthe, bowl eventually rolling and spinning under the pressure, sliding across the floor. She does not use her hands to steady it, but prefers to stay in her element. Once clean, face glistening with sweet anise liquor she slinks to FM's lap and settles.

Something sounding suspiciously like a purr rises from the girl.

*pets the angelkitty, stroking her hair and down her spine. tickles her under the chin, just to see if she'll giggle*
 
*waves a minion over to fetch drinks for my friends*

How's everybody this evening... or whatever it is where you are?

*smiles and orders a sloe screw*

Evening here and am well. Just woke up. Working over night.

Hey Daddi, how are you today?

Pretty good, baby love. Still in my sleep attire though. Ain`t figured out what to wear.

Hello Luna. *smiles in return*



Hello FM. It is indeed evening at this particular place across the Pond. I'm doing well. How was your shift?

*Orders a Three Wise Men from the minion*

*takes my drink from a passing server and toasts fr33k*
 
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