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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]

[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?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

I didn't realise you were so interested in me you had to follow me back here for a free bottle.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Don't flatter yourself. You came marching in to where I was and just took something that wasn't even yours to take. Principle, remember?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

It's a bar, you stupid, silly man. If it wasn't meant to be taken then why were you drinking anything from it to begin with?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

It's intended to be drank at the bar. It isn't meant for you to go pilfering so you can curl up alone in bed with it, or whatever you were planning on doing.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

I would have drank it at the bar if you hadn't chased me away! [beat] And I wasn't going to lie in bed with it.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I chased you away! I thought it didn't matter to you what I did or said? [arches an eyebrow and gives her a smirk] Oh, I'm sure you weren't.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

It doesn't! [ruffleeeeeeeeeeeeed] What reason do I have to go crying into my cups, hmm?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Then how could I have chased you away? [shrugs] I'm sure you could think of a few reasons.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

By being yourself, you nosy little trop! [sniffs] No, actually. I can't. Can you?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well, I have quite an effect on you then, don't I? [watches her for a moment and then backs down slightly] No, suppose I can't. [another pause and then some false bravado] Not that I'd want to be able to, of course. The idea of actually knowing how that head of yours works is downright terrifying.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

No, you don't. [also puts on some false bravado] Funny. I think the same thing of you.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well there we go, at least we're agreed on something. I really do hate when that happens, you know.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Then maybe you should go away so we stop agreeing.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Gladly. I have what I came for.

[and he returns to the Plane with the bottle of wine]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[debates going after him, but instead just stays where she is, staring at the wine on the ground]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[and he goes back to the bar and tries to especially enjoy this wine, but he really never liked wine all to much anyway. Which is of course the only reason he doesn't like it, but he still drinks it nonetheless.]