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[eiremagic]

When; Wednesday, September 17th, evening
Rating; PG-13 for Eden's mouth and Claire's acts of territory marking
Characters; Eden eiremagic, Claire adamantined, Caspian treadingdawn, Zach filmzbyzach, John retargeted and Peter lionrampante
Summary; Teenagers need social lives, they say.
Log;

The Blue Light was a nice hole in the wall kind of place, and Eden was in a hole in the wall kind of mood. She had brought the pizza, and after bribing the owner with some, he let her keep it on the table. Well, three of them. There were three teenage boys coming, after all.

So she sat and nursed her beer, and waited for the rest of the group.

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[adamantined]

Claire arrived with Zach.

To be more specific, Claire arrived on Zach's, arms around his shoulders, knees hitched up. The only way to travel these days was by piggyback, and Claire felt lucky half the time that she was one part tiny girl and one part someone who threatened Zach by sitting on him if he didn't comply. It was for his own good. Really.

She didn't even bother hopping off when they came in, just craned her neck over Zach's shoulder and said, "Hi!"

She was cheery, so sue her.

WHY

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Really? Really? Blue planned this, he just knows it. Kids, meet your bartender.]

WHY

[eiremagic]

[She drops a few coins on the table]

Three Arthurs, three rootbeers. Don't ask.

WHY

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Rootbeers?

[Gaping stare. God. Fucking kids. He fetches six bottles and a tray for Eden, so she can serve them up herself.]

[eiremagic]

Eden laughed when she came in, and waved a bit, "Hey. Yeh wanna get off yehr horse, or should I let him take you for a gallop about the place?"

She had never really seen a relationship like this (platonic or otherwise) and she wondered for a moment if this was Claire's way of saying, Hey, Zach is mine, hands off. Either way it didn't matter. Eden liked looking at Zach, sure, but he was like Caspian - too nice, too sweet, and therefore, off limits.

"Pizza?" She opened the box. "It's hot."

And the drinks she had bought were cold.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Caspian seemed intent on having Peter meet Zach, and Peter wasn't the type to make a promise then blow it off. He arrived at the Blue Light dressed casually, and if he had any trepidation for being out and about, he wasn't showing it.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[He owed him okay, gosh. And even for a casual visit Caspian's still armed with both blades. Sure it looked funny over jeans and a shirt, but what do you want to make of it?]

[adamantined]

"No, I think he tired out somewhere near building seven. Is there a water trough in here?" Claire hopped down and gave Zach a pat on the shoulder like she was patting the neck of a horse. It was all in good fun, and she'd let him beat her in Kart later anyway. Besides, he'd offered.

Claire sat down with Eden. Letting Zach wander off to do whatever it was wild Zachs did best. After opening one of the drinks on the table, she bit into pizza and immediately slopped it all over her chin. "It's good." Napkin! And a drink. "How have you been, Eden?"

[eiremagic]

Hullo!

[She waves]

Oh, are you Peter?

[She's a bit more cheerful than usual. Caspian is not her baby daddy - that's good news.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

I'm Peter.

[He gives a quick glance over to Caspian. That's not Zach, right?]

It's a pleasure to meet you-

[Trailing off. Better fill in the blank, Caspian.]

[eiremagic]

Eden shrugged as she watched Zach wander off. "I've been good," she said with a casual smile that she didn't normally wear. Her own slice of pizza was half eaten. "Busy, tired, but good."

She sipped her Arthurs again. "Yeh know, this place is kind of nice. Not pretty, not quiet. Sort of real."

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[If he knew that he would've said yes this is Zach, just for the embarrassment.]

Eden.

[Caspian says in greeting. There Peter, you're saved.]

[eiremagic]

Hullo, Caspian.

[She pushes the drinks towards them]

Yeh want somethin'?

[adamantined]

"I think that's like the automatic response for anyone around here when you ask them how they've been. Maybe add 'cursed' in there, and you're all set." Silence, punctuated only by the sound of chewing and a bottle hitting the table.

"It's funny that you say that. I just met someone yesterday who was convinced, at first, that this was totally all a dream," Claire replied, staring a bit at her pizza. After a moment, she shrugged. "I hope it's not."

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

I'm fine for now, but thank you for offering.

[eiremagic]

"Well it's a good reponse, yeah? It doesn't say anythin'." She took another drink. "Though the curses lately haven' been so bad."

She picked up her slice. "Not the City, this pub, yeah? It reminds me of Belfast a bit, except no one's talkin' about who's bombin' what next."

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Oh Caspian's looking at it. Guinness? Why not. He takes a bottle.]

Thank you.

[No sorry he's not gonna drink it yet.]

[adamantined]

Claire laughed and then knocked on the tabletop: wood. "Don't jinx it. And I don't really know a lot about Belfast." She paused again, as the next bit was half a lie and half a truth. "Or bombs."

She only knew about those when they were exploding uncles.

[adamantined]

[Is this underage drinking going on here?]

What are you doing?

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Hullo, Claire?

[Pleading not guilty!]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Freeze.]

Claire?

[Wat. Bottle in hand.]

[adamantined]

Hi, Peter. How are you?

[Looking between them. Smuuuuug.]

What's that?

[Indicating the bottle.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

I've been well. And you?

[Looking over at Caspian now. Yes, what is that?]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Raising an index finger: "One moment." Hah watch Caspian take a sip like a pro--he makes a face but manages to swallow.]

... A very thick beer.

[He holds the bottle to Peter. "You take it. Please don't make me finish it."]

[adamantined]

I've been okay. Trying to adjust to having two Zach's in the apartment. It's kind of a headtrip.

[Caspian is the center of attention right now.]

You shouldn't be drinking that, it's gross.

[Very stern.]