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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Handy's narrator is fail at the moment and failing to think of things to say. So long story short, we find our hero hanging about in the Astral Bar. Alas he seems to be drinking alone though, and that is shameful and sad.

So obviously someone needs to come along and keep him company.

He is behind the bar, trying to figure out what he will be drinking. Being chained to Kisha!Ten was a pain in the behind, to say the least. But now he is FREE! And thus he is chilling at the Astral Bar, celebrating his freedom and things.]

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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

What you want doesn't matter!

[low blow, Lucy. And he can't help it if it feels nice. *cough* I mean he knows not what your narrative is speaking of]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

What I want is all that matters!

[the narration just shakes its head at you]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[a smile spreads on his face, taunting]

But you never get it, do you? And you never will, Lucy. Not you.

[the narrator plays whores]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[if looks could kill, Handy]

I always get what I want.

[the narration just about spit out its drink, thanks]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[your glares only fuel him on Lucy. His smile grows a little more confident]

Really? And when's the last time that's happened?

[good, it's what the narration deserves. And it had the same effect on this narration with talk of lacy underthings, so the narratives are even]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[don't take away her one weapon!]

What business is that of yours?

[woohoo!]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[why she takes everything else]

Absolutely none until you start taking what's not yours right from out under my nose. Now give it back.

[*snugs*]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[does not]

I wasn't aware you were the Plane police. Do you intend on tossing me in jail, then?

[*snuggles*]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[does too]

Is that what you want, to be tossed in jail. I suppose there is an upside, people will have to pay attention to you. The downside of course would be it doesn't count, since they're getting paid for the burden.

[*cuddles*]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[and again we go back to Handy's daddy issues]

I want you to leave me alone and let me get back to my life the way it's meant to be. Without you.

[*snogs*]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[oh like Lucy doesn't rival him on that one]

Gladly, just give me that wine back.

[*swoons*]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[no, but she does commands MJ!Ten's attention~]

No. [aaand drinks some more]


[*fondles*]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[yeah, well he commands the Master's attention more than her~]

Yes. [and will now be trying to grab it right out of her hand, not even caring any more]

[*melts*]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[low blow, Handy. low blow ; ;]

Don't you dar-- [but he does! and Lucy wasn't ready for it so she ends up dropping her glass on the ground while he yanks the bottle away. and then she just stares at the wine she lost] Why? Why can't I just have something?

[*purrs*]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[she totally went there first :|]

[hops back a step as he has the wine and she drops the glass. Some of the wine from the dropped glass splashing onto him.] Oh, you made a mess of me, all over my trousers. [shifts so he has the wine behind his back] Why do you always have to take things that aren't yours?

[pets]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[lies]

You did it yourself. [steps back as well, though, because wine stains, man] What does it matter to you what I take?

[nuzzle]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[truths]

You dropped it, not me. And like I said before, it's the principle of it, isn't it?

[cuddle]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[don't talk back to me]

It wouldn't have fallen is you'd just left well enough alone. You certainly have no moral high ground.

[dances]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[talks back]

It wouldn't have fallen if you didn't insist on taking what is clearly not yours. [rolls his eyes then laughs] With you, of course I have the moral high ground. Bleeding Genghis Khan has the moral high ground compared to you.

[twirls you around]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[>O now listen here young'un]

In a bar that constantly restocks itself, I fail to see how anything can't be mine. [narrows hers] What would you know?

[dips!]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[nevar :D]

Well you would fail to see, wouldn't you. [grins a little more at that eye narrowing though. He shrugs] Oh, who knows? Nothing, everything, something in the middle?

[and he takes a swig right out of the bottle now just to bother her]

[leaps into your arms]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[ungrateful child :|]

What's that supposed to mean? [how does she hate you? let me count the ways] You do enjoy being in the middle of everything, don't you. Never could keep well enough alone.

[...she has no words]

[tumbles at the weight!]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[but of course :D!]

Nooooothing. [he tries to keep the scowl that wants to come out hidden underneath a forced smirk] Of course I can keep well enough alone. Unfortunately, you and 'well enough' never seem to come together.

[bounces a bit then takes another sip, longer, clearly trying to bother her and not even being subtle about it]

[tackles you!]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[she really should just walk away, but walking away is giving up and she doesn't want to lose to Handy]

I suppose this just proves you can't have anything without making sure someone else is miserable for it.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I didn't realize you were so emotionally attached to a bottle of wine. That's a bit unhealthy, isn't it?