It's like paradise, spread out with a butter knife :: [OPEN]

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Who: EVERYONE
What: Réjean has decided that more people ought to celebrate and help raise a bit of dosh for one of his favourite bars. See: flyer.
Where: The Apache.
When: Misdi night and into the wee hours of the morning.
Warnings: Discussion of Pickman's manky feet.

The Apache is much the same as it always is: dimly lit, with the jukebox playing in the background, and the bartender serving whatever's on tap. Tonight, the bar is packed with people from all across the city, different cantons and cohorts, all out to celebrate surviving the fungal plague. Patrons are encouraged to buy tickets for a door prize with the proceeds going to repair the damage tunnelling ants made to the cellar.

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[goodeintentions]

Lex laughing like that was worth the indignance of having the game so heavily swayed in his favor, and he managed a dubious pout for a moment when Lex answered. There was so much he could say to that, things that would escalate the innuendo and flirting... but he couldn't follow through on it. So he just mmhmmm'd quietly and returned to his drink, not bothering to hide his admiring of Lex until it was his turn to go. "Maybe, if I'm really lucky."

He was lucky, in a way, that Lex hadn't jarred the shot he set up before, which left him with just the eight. The angle between it and the cue was perfect to knock it in a corner pocket, too, except for a lone stripe blocking him from being able to just tap it in.

Well, would be blocking him, except for the whole, choosing thing. Aimery didn't hesitate on choosing to 'stroke' his cue through in order to sink the ball and finish the game. He held up his arms over his head in triumph, then realized how ridiculous he looked and settled for a smug grin instead. "I win! Looks like I get better with more alcohol and you get worse. I'll have to remember that."

[patricide]

Though Lex rolls his eyes, he smiles anyway. He had expected Aimery to win and is pleased that the man took every advantage of the opportunity. He informs Aimery that he'll be right back and returns with another round.

"Well, that's the first part of our bargain. What kind of secret do you want to know?"

[goodeintentions]

Aimery accepted the offered wine and took a short sip, purposefully lingering close to Lex instead of moving away after taking the glass.

"Hmm, I don't know," he answered, giving a coyish shrug. He knew he ought to use the opportunity for secrets in order to gain some kind of advantage or otherwise unreachable information... but he wasn't in the mood for political maneuvering. Something lighter then, that might also give handy information if he was lucky. "Have you any fascinating scars?"

[patricide]

At the question Lex's face falls blank and detached. He doesn't move away from Aimery and he's not averse to their flirtation, but what scar he does have bears a heavy memory with it. In his mind he puts the more pleasant parts of their conversation on hold until he follows through with his promise of answering the question.

"I was stabbed down my shoulder."

[goodeintentions]

...maybe it wasn't a lighter subject.

"Ouch, stabbing's quite painful," he said softly, voice full of sympathy. "Apologies, perhaps it was a bad question, but it's already been asked. How did it happen? If it's not difficult for you to discuss."

Meaning, he considered that part of the 'secret', but wouldn't press or hold it against Lex if he chose not to explain.

[patricide]

"It's only fair," he says in that same detached tone. His voice naturally gets quieter and he steps closer to Aimery to be heard over the noise. "I was at a night club and attempting to protect a friend. Things got ugly, but she's fine." That's all that mattered anyway. Lex had done his job. Aimery won't be getting any more details.