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Log Title: Miette

Log setting: The Lost Raven

Log Cast:
Jean-Batiste
Glass
Alisynde
Trace
Miette
Ayita
Jason
Merton
David
Kristen
Errin

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Glass nods to Batiste, murmurs, "Yeah, sure."

Miette gives Trace an impish grin. "Oh, don't be so hard on 'im. If 'e din't invite me over, I'd 'a done it m'self event'ally."

Alisynde pushes down those red and blue tinted glasses to look about the bar, and spots...favorite people! With a grin, she heads right for Trace and Bat.

Glass glances up from his coffee and says, "Droog."

Jean-Batiste draws out two cigarettes, handing the first one to Glass and popping the second into his mouth. He lights up quickly and offers the lighter to Glass, then calls cheerily to the newcomer, "Ali, hey! Where've you been?"

Alisynde drawls, "Movin'."

Trace draws the mug away from his lips and wipes away the chocolate mustache with the back of one hand, just a picture of manners. He blinks a little and a blush settles over pale cheeks. "Oh. Well... s'cool." He shrugs shyly. "I, uh, guess I've been here all my life. Not always in Nawlins though... Grew up in Carris... It's a town kinda near Baton Rouge. But, y'know... I'm here now. Since like a year."

Alisynde bobs her head to Glass - a quick up and down motion - and tugs on an invisible cap. "M'lord Douglas."

Glass smiles at Batiste and lights up, "Merci." He smiles back to Ali.

Merton enters from the mundane world

Trace turns around a little to give Alisynde a wave. "Hiya Ali..." he calls.

Miette knocks back her water with the gusto of an experienced drinker and nods. "Yeah...I grew up in N'York an' I Memph's mos'ly, but I been here for long 'nough, I guess. Hardly 'member N'York at all."

Alisynde plops herself into a seat at the bar.

Miette smiles and waves good-naturedly at Alisynde.

Merton slides on in, looking about for familiar faces. He seems to sigh a bit as he sees noone he knows in particular. The words"New York" draw his attention for a moment, then he flags down Nate, telling him, "A brew, willya?"

Jean-Batiste ashes his cigarette and grins at Ali. "You want something to drink? My treat, I'm rich." Oh, speaking of which - he looks back at Miette and asks her, "So, uh. What would you like to drink, Miette?"

Trace grins. "New York sounds scary. All cold and heartless, with all those big business toweres loomin' up over ya and streets just like rivers 'a cars honkin' and screechin.." He shrugs a little. "I like it here. S'magic here."

Glass says, "It's warm here, anyway."

Miette considers. "Choc'late, a'course, please!

Alisynde grins. "Good week, mm? I'll have an' iced tea. I'll buy ya something next round, tho. I'm celebrating."

Merton takes a stool at The mahogany bar.

Glass says, "Your place?"

Merton casts a glance in Trace's direction at the comment, then says to Nate in his VERY obvious Noo Yawk accent, "Thanks, bud. So how's de business hoppin', eh?"

Jean-Batiste nods to Miette and turns back to look at Ali and grin some more. "Well...it's been all over the place, actually. Up and down, but right now it's going great." He nods to Glass, saying, "Yeah, let's hear about your place! Another housewarming party, huh?" He turns to get Nate's attention.

Glass looks at Alisynde, "Wanna throw one?"

Miette turns back to Trace. "Nah, N'York was 'bout th' best place I been, leastways 's far 's I can 'member... What's so magic 'bout--" she twists to catch a glimpse of Mr. Noo Yawk and beams, giving him a cheery thumbs up.

Alisynde ohs? "Another one? You guys did get that place, then?" A nod to Glass. "Was planning on it. Maybe we can have like a weekend blowout and hop places, if you're close. Where'd you guys get a place, Jean?"

Merton grins at Miette, and stifles a hearty chuckle as he gulps down some beer.

Glass grins.

Trace beams at this new bit of news, glancing over his shoulder. "That'd be, like three house warmin' parties! This is just *too* great... Wow. Ours is gonna rock the best, though." He says it like a challenge, and then gives Batiste a conspirtorial grin.

Jean-Batiste gets an iced tea, hot chocolate and iced coffee (is he missing anything?) back from Nate, grinning at the amount of change he gets back. He's -still- rich! First, the hot chocolate to Miette, with a shy grin and a, "Here you go." Then the iced tea to Ali, and the iced coffee for himself. "Lafitte Apartments." He grins at Trace, nodding affirmatively. They -definately- have the coolest place. "Bourbon and Dumaine, right above Cafe Lafitte in Exile."

Miette grins back at Merton and swivels happily in her chair before spinning back around to Trace. "So anyhow, what's so magic 'bout N'awlins anyhow?", realizes his attention is elsewhere and there's party talk in the air, and waits her turn, thanking Jean-Batiste with another exuberant thumbs up.

Alisynde smirks. "Ah, but will you have the ability to stick someone in a cabinet and thrust swords thro..get out! Above Cafe Lafitte??" She looks rather suddenly stunned.

Glass smiles.

Jean-Batiste sits back a little, drawing his iced coffee protectively towards his chest. "Uh...yeah?" he says tentatively to Ali. "Why...?"

Merton yawns a bit, stretching some as he catches a few good breaths for the moent.

Trace had been about to answer Miette, but blinks a little at Ali's response. "So?" he says with slight defense. "I mean.. I mean, so it's a gay bar, but it's like the coolest place... It's really perfect!"

Alisynde snags her iced tea, and fixes Jean with an intense look. "Which apartment?" She seems to be trying to convey the feeling that this is a earth-shattering question. And, perhaps, to her, it is.

David enters from the mundane world

Jean-Batiste draws his iced coffee a little closer to his chest. Isn't that an iced-coffee-coveting look she's giving him? "Uh, Apartment 1...it's the one with the door all painted up...?" Like he's suddenly unsure.

David elbows his way through th door, Lucy Strike held aloft for the sakes of other patrons.

Alisynde crows with delight, clapping her hands together. "Oh, this is /amazing/!" She grins one of her rather dizzier grins, and says, "Guess who's your neighbor?"

Glass grins.

Miette looks at Trace to see whether any of this is making sense to him.

Trace blinks a little more. "That's pretty weird!" He grins. "Well... couldn't ask fer a better neighbor!" He looks back at Miette. "How long you lived here...? Coz I think it's kinda hard to not notice what's magic 'bout Nawlins. S'like... s'like there's magic everywhere, I think, if ya look right... And I just think it's a lot easier to spot here. I really like this city..."

David passes eyes over the bar, carefully. After a time, he resigns himself to get closer for a better view, and begins to politely worm through the barcrowd.

Jean-Batiste sneaks a sip of iced coffee, and nearly chokes on it as he tries to swallow. He sets the glass down with a clunk and stares at Ali. "You're serious? No way, you're -serious-? Oh, wow." He leans back a little, and starts to laugh softly. "Oh, that's great, Ali. Wow." He grins foolishly.

David takes a stool at The mahogany bar.

Merton tosses back another good gulp of beer, zoned out for the moment.

David orders something from Nate at the bar.

Nate brings David his whiskey sour, setting it before him with a smile.

Alisynde nods, holding up 2 fingers. "Right next door. I'm glad...you guys'll make great neighbors." She rubs thumb and forefinger togther, producing a cigarette out of thin air. She balances it on a finger for a moment, then goes to light it with a bic plucked from somewhere behind her left ear. There are a couple of faint clicks, and then a frown as she shakes the lighter. "Damn. It's dead."

Glass smiles, "I will have to visit."

David sips his drink in content, vuagely cheery solitude, and pulls out a flip cellphone. As an afterthought, he slides a suddenly procured Zippo down to the fire-hungry girl.

Miette swivels thoughtfully. "Don't know how long I been here, I guess..." She pouts her lips slightly, wanting to be in on the secret. "Haven't really felt *magic* though...more sorta mostly felt, well, kinda damp." She holds her t-shirt between two fingers and looks down at it critically; it is indeed still a little damp from the downpour earlier.

David picks up his cellular phone and begins to dial.

Jean-Batiste grins shyly at Glass and nods to him. "Oh, definately. Our place is still empty, but it'll have stuff soon, and...wow. Three housewarming parties. This is going to be -great-. D'you have stuff moved into your place and everything already, Ali?"

Glass says, "Beanbags."

Trace giggles. "Damp! Aww, geez, there's a lot more'n that. Like this puddle've oil I found by a street curb the other day, all dark slick rainbow swirls... That was magic. And the fruit trees that grow in the playground near my fort --" He giggles and amends, "My summer home. Those're magic too. Lotsa things are..."

Glass grins.

Merton scratches his head as he finishes his beer, wiping at his mouth with a sleeve, then reaches into his pockets, producing a few dollar bills. He waves to Nate as he gets out of his seat.

Merton stands and leaves The mahogany bar.

Miette considers. "Yeah? I guess forts an' fruit trees might have p'tntial...but I 'aven't seen any a' *those* in N'awlins yet...."

Ayita wanders back in from wherever it is she wandered off to, and heads for the bar, retaking her stool.

Miette says, "Well, fruit tress, maybe, but not magic ones...."

Ayita takes a stool at The mahogany bar.

Merton leaves, stepping into the mundane world.

Jean-Batiste looks over at Trace and giggles softly at him. "Summer home. D'you got a butler, too?" He grins at his friend, then gulps down more of his iced coffee. After a sly look at Miette, he says blithely, "Well, maybe we could show you the playground they grow in, it's really cool..." Oh, isn't he -so- suave?

Glass says, "I'll be the butler, for a few hours."

Alisynde smiles gratefully, and uses the borrowed lighter - then passes it back, with a murmured, "Thank you, m'sieur."

Miette blinks and grins, quite taken with this prospect. "Hey, that'd be great...!"

David takes the lighter, offering Ali a nod in responce as he speaks quietly into his phone.

Miette gives Trace a playful punch on the shoulder. "So you gonna intr'duce me t' your other friends here or do I hafta guess their names?"

Alisynde gets around (finally) to answering Bat. "I'm mostly in. Not much to move, but I hope t'go shopping and pick up some more. Oh, Glass. I figured out where I wanted the loft, and if you still wanted to help, it'd really be appreciated.."

David pouts at Ayita. "What, no hug?"

Glass shrugs at Alisynde, "Sure, any time."

Ayita chuckles softly, and slips off her stool. "Didn't want to interrupt the call," she murmurs, heading over and wrapping her arms around his waist.

Alisynde smiles to Ayita, then tosses a grin at Trace. Here, catch. "Yeah, you gonna do the introductions, or are we gonna have to be rude and just call each other 'Hey you' for the rest of our lives?"

David clicks his cellular to disconnect the call and hangs up.
David hugs Ayita tight, rocking her in his arms for a smiling moment. He pats the barstool next to him, and says, "What's yer pleasure? I'm buying your first drink, tonight."

Ayita leans against David, for the duration of the hug, then obligingly slips up onto the patted barstool. "Mm. Um. Margerita. Haven't had one in ages."

"Yeah, sure," Trace grins. "That's one'a my closest friends in the whole world, Batiste, though tonight I think it's really not him at all, and just like his evil twin or something..." He moves on to the 'roommate'. "She's Ali, a surpremely magic hippie chick." He giggles and moves on. "Ayita's over there; she's a model. Real good one, too. And finally, that's Doug. He's from Canada. And gets called Glass sometimes, or even Sir Doug, though I don't get why..." He shrugs a little. "So anyways. Everybody, this is Miette." Though the last was pretty much just for Ali's sake, being the newcomer here.

Glass nods to Miette, "Hello."

David orders something from Nate at the bar.

Nate brings David his margarita, setting it before him with a smile.

Alisynde waves cheerfully at Miette. "'Lo."

Miette grins at Glass. "Yeah, I met you th'other day... s'ppose y' don't 'member me though...not havin' th' best of days."

Jean-Batiste grins sweetly at Miette over the rim of his glass as he gulps more iced coffee. Him? Evil twin? Impossible.

Ayita glances down at Miette, and waggles her fingers at the girl. She adds, "The nice redhead whose buying me a drink is David. David, these are all who Trace here just said they were."

Glass nods to Miette, "I remember your face."

Alisynde extends the cheerful wave to cover David, as well. "'Lo to you too."

Jean-Batiste glances over at Ayita, then smiles shyly at David. "Hey..." he murmurs, giving a tiny, awkward wave, then looks back at Trace to give him an overdone wounded look. Evil twin? -Evil twin-?!

David slides the salt-rimmed drink to Ayita, and kisses or shakes hands as appropriate around. "Sorry, but i'm sure i'll forget /all/ of your names."

Miette nods at Alisynde with a smile, gives Ayita and David a wave, and gives Jean-Batiste a wide-eyed innocent look as if to say, "You? Evil? *Never*! If not for you, I'd still be sittin' *all* by my lonesome in' th' cold, dark corner over there."

Jason enters from the mundane world

Ayita gives David a grateful, melting sort of look, as the drink is passed to her, and takes a sip of the stuff. Miette wipes her nose and quirks a grin up at David. "Well, I answer t' 'Hey You', so you're good t' go." Alisynde drawls with more than a hint of good humor. "Well, y'can always remember that I'm the girl near th' end of Supercalifragilisticexp/ali/docius. Ali." She hides the impish grin in her glass of iced tea.

Miette gives Alisynde a completely bewildered look. "Super*what*?"

Alisynde says, "Supercalifragilisticexpalidocius. Even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious...from Mary Poppins. Y'know, the nanny with the bottomless carpet bag an' the umbrella that would let her fly. I've lost count of how many times I've taken an umbrella out in a good wind and tried to fly with it..."

David gawks at Miette. "Don't /tell/ me you've never seen Mary Poppins!?"

Jason slips in the front door and pauses, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. He tosses his head back and forth, shaking his hair into his eyes, and then back out again. Oh, look! When the hair goes away, there's Trace and Bat at the bar. He gets an impish grin and starts creeping (making these exaggerated motions) towards the two.

Miette raises a skeptical eyebrow. "A flyin' nanny?"

Glass nods, "Yeah."

Alisynde nods. "Yup."

Trace grins shyly. "Yeah... yeah, it was cool, though. Mary Poppins. She was...." he giggles. "She was practically perfect in every way, see?" He takes up his mug of hot cocoa and slurps at it.

Glass nods, "Yeah. Practically perfect in every way. And she could sing and dance."

David adds, casually, "Nice tight ass, too."

Glass says, "Oui."

Jean-Batiste chokes on his iced coffee. Badly.

Alisynde offers, "I liked Dick Van Dyke's better."

Ayita laughs softly. "I haven't seen that move in years. S'okay, though. Once the twins get a bit older, I'm sure I'll wind up watcing it least a dozen times." She then chokes, and eyes David. Then Glass. "Y'all stared at Mary Poppin's _ass_?"

Glass says, "He was pretty hot back then, too."

Glass looks at Ayita, "What, you never looked at her ass?"

Alisynde says, "Yah. Before he got all rummy-nosed."

Trace smirks. "I *so* completely wanted a bag like hers... Do you know how much simpler my life'd be if--" he trails off and blinks at the others. Blushes. "Er..." He looks at Miette apologetically.

Ayita eyes Glass again. "Uh... no?"

Jean-Batiste pushes the glass onto the counter before he spills it and fumbles for a napkin, sputtering and turning pink. Wow. He hasn't quite evolved to breathing caffeine yet.

Miette rubs her nose doubtfully. "Not ringin' any bells or nothin'..." She peeps out of the corner of her eyes to see if anyone is laughing behind her back and catches everyone being relatively serious. "Well *I* never looked at 'er ass. I Not that that's any help." She shrugs and grins at Trace, rolling her eyes.

David shakes his head and sips his drink. "Ayita, Ayita.. when /will/ you learn that one of the most important factors in judging character is ass quality?"

Trace giggles. "Y'all're terrible! Geez... S'like, Mary Poppins is the picture of... of wholesome! Y'know? It's a jolly holiday, 'an all that, singin'..? She's not even 'posedta HAVE an ass under that dress," he laughs.

Glass says, "She does, though."

Alisynde says, "That's the /point/, Trace. Y'never know what lurks under a wholesome exterior."

Miette frowns. "Not s'pposed to at *all*?"

Jason sneaksneaks up behind Batiste as he's suffering from coffee-down-the-wrong-tube, looking all innocent until he gets /reeeeally/ close... And then pounces! and tickles the older boy's sides fiercely.

Ayita cranes her neck a little, peering over her shoulder. Y'know, it's really hard to look at your own ass? So she settles for looking at David's, instead. "Ah. Must be why I like you."

David arches an eyebrow at Trace. "You'd be /surprised/ at the unholy carnality which lies beneath wholesome exteriors."

David wiggles his butt with a childish grin.

Jean-Batiste finishes coughing, ending at a nice raw pink colour. He giggles for a moment, which triggers more coughing...and then gets -tickled-. Life is so unfair. He almost squeaks as he squirms in the throes of a tickle-fit. If only he knew he missed the 'unholy carnality' comment, he'd be eternally grateful to Jason.

Glass says, "That's wholly carnality." Or did he mean holy?

Trace blinks over at the ticklenoises and croons, "Jason!" And then grins and turns to Miette, admitting, "'Ere's one more I gotta introduce. My OTHER closest friend in the whole wide world, Jason. He's just... he's Jason, all mischief and mayhem." He giggles. It's the best description he can give.

Alisynde says, "I, personally, think she was doin' Bert." She waggles her eyebrows most enthusatically, then catches something out of the corner of her eye. Jason pouncing Bat. She tries to stifle a snicker. Fortunately for Jason's sneak attack, she's distracted by a wiggling behind. So she regards it. Most thoroughly, thoughtfully, and unashmedly. "Oh, that's a fine rump there, that is.""

David inclines his head to Ali. "Why, thank you. I've gone to great pains to insure such."

Miette flashes Jason a grin and waves. "I'm M'ette an' all if y' din't catch it."

Ayita glances up at Alyisynde, and flashes a brief, though rather bright grin, adding in a wink. "Isn't it, though?" Sure, she's probably inflating David's eago, but she's having fun doing it.

Jason finishes abusing Batiste as abruptly as he started and spins, sticking out his hand to Miette. "Pleased ta meetcha!" he chirps, bright eyes dancing, as he brushes one of his long braids back behind his ear.

Miette shakes his hand with a smile and flips her own, less striking hair behind her shoulder with a flourish.
Miette says, "Nice t' meetcha too."

Alisynde nods, enthusiastically. "I would surely say it is one of the finest rumps I have laid eyes on since...oh, since at least Mardi Gras. A rump work of art, even." She finishes her iced tea, and motions Nate over. "Iced Irish coffee, Nate."

Alisynde orders something from Nate at the bar.

Nate brings Alisynde her iced Irish coffee, setting it before her with a smile.

David tilts an incredulous head to Ali. "I think that's taking it a bit too far, lass."

Jean-Batiste sputters a couple more times, then gives Jason a long-suffering grin as he mumbles an affectionate complaint beneath his breath. He wipes his mouth with his napkin before trying to sip again at his iced coffee, silently praying for a topic other than Mary Poppin's butt.

Glass looks at Jean-Batiste, "How will you decorate?"

Jason pumps Miette's hand lightly, but, well, leans over to one side and peers at David, seeing as /he's/ getting all the attention instead of poor Jason.

Miette cranes her neck to examine David's rear, not being able to resist after such a build-up. Shrugging, she returns to her chocolate, slurping decandently.

Alisynde thinks about it for a moment. "Well...you're probably right. Still nice, though." She turns, and waves to Jason, now that he's succeeded in his mission. "'Lo, Jason."

Ayita grins. "You should've seen it _at_ Mardi Gras. someone got him to do the splits on a barstool in here, while he was wearing a kilt."

Miette leans over to Trace. "Kinda like football. I don't get it."

David whinces in rememberance.

Alisynde says off-handedly, "Oh. I saw it."

Ayita beams at David, and kisses his cheek. "We were all very impressed." She then peers at Ali. "Ah. Must've been before I met you."

Trace grins. "Tell ya the truth, I don't get football neither. But Ryan's nice, so..." he shrugs faintly. "But I don't even know the rules or nothin'."

Jean-Batiste looks over at David for a second, blinking in confusion. "In a -kilt-? But-" Oh. Well. That's probably why the man's wincing. He looks back to Glass, concentrating on his friend's question. "We're going to paint all the walls, and go from there. And rescue a cat from the pound, too. And...well, anything we can find, really. We've already got an incense burner from India, though." This last said with a broad grin, as if it meant something special.

Alisynde nods. "It was. Although I kinda vaguely remember seeing you there. One of those things where you meet the person later and spend a good half-an-hour trying to place where you saw them before."

Glass smiles, "Paint 'em how?"

Jason's eyebrows shoot up, and then he gets a crooked smirk. But, anyhow... Trace, Bat! They're ignoring him too. But not for long! He bounces over and plops right between them - even if there is no stool. "Yer all too damn loud."

Miette grins. "Neither do I, 'cept that you gotta be huge and feel like running int'a other huge guys."

Alisynde has to say it. So she does. "Quite a lot of football players have very nice behinds." The woman's obessed.

Jason takes a stool at The mahogany bar.

Jean-Batiste grins up at Jason, and offers him a drink from his glass of iced coffee, leaning into him for a moment. He looks back at Glass, grinning more. "We're just going to...paint whatever we want. Wherever the colours take us. Lots of really bright colours, that's all I care. It'll probably be pretty trippy."

David laughs at Ali. "Damn, baby.. that's quite an ass fetish you got goin' there."

Glass smiles gently. "Okay."

Alisynde is unashamed. "Yup, it is."

Ayita murmurs, "We all have our hangups."

Miette cocks her head and looks at Jean-Batiste. "See? Now that's what I call a good way t' paint." She nods emphatically with approval.

The blue-haired kid grins. "Oh, and y'know I completely feel like gettin' pounced and squashed by big sweaty hulks all day... Actually, I wouldn't even squashed, I'd probably just snap, toothpick-like." He looks over to Jason. "So where ya been, anyhow?

David nods empathically to Ali. "It's allright.. as fetishes go, asses are a pretty safe bet."

Miette pipes in, "Yeah; pretty much ev'ryone has one...."

Jason ooohs softly, murmuring, "Briiiight." And then he giggles and snags Batiste's coffee, taking a sip. Well, not really a sip. More like a gulp. Or.. more like half the iced coffee, actually. He gives it back to Batiste with a wink, then bumps his butt against Trace. "Noooowhere! Certainly wasn't lookin' fer you two." He gives Trace a petulant look, crossing his arms... and can't keep it, so ruffles blue braids playfully. Jason murmurs under his breath, "Break ya all toothpick-like..." And then, of course, giggles.

Ayita says, "Some are so much nicer than others, though."

Alisynde takes a long drink from her glass, and grins at Miette. "S'true." She turns to address the splinter conversation. "Trace, I just had the weirdest vision of you snapped and toothpick-like.."

Trace beams as braids get ruffled. Hehe, feels tickly-nice. "Did ya see how we cleaned out the place where we're gonna do Walker's mural, and scrubbed the wall an' put primer on n' everything?" He smiles proudly, before blinking a little and casting Ali a slightly unnerved grin.

Jean-Batiste eyes up his iced coffee, grins up at Jason, then takes one more gulp before handing it back. "Here, you can have the rest..." He bumps into Jason again, then says to Glass, "We cut a bunch of extra keys for the place, so we can give them out to everyone, so you can always get in...they're back at Walker's place, though, in my backpack."

David resigns himself to his drink for the moment.

Alisynde adds, "Like you as a stick drawing, and with a wooden waist. All cartoony."

Glass says, "Wow. That's real nice of you. Who's everyone?"

Miette swivels in her seat a little, again at one of those points in the conversation where she's completely lost.

Jason ewwwws! at Batiste, wrinkling his nose. "You drank out of that!" he protests... then snags the mug again and drains it in one last gulp. Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, he uh-unhs at Trace, shaking his head. "Whenja do that? Why wasn' I there?" Uh-oh, pouty look.

Ayita chuckles, albeit quietly, and takes another drink from her glass, idly licking salt from her lips.

Alisynde chuckles. "Like a superhero. Toothpick Man. He may snap, but he'll never break..."

Miette grins at Jason. "Don't take it so hard...I wan't 'nvited either."

Trace giggles at Ali's dream. "Ohh! I tripped I was a cartoon once! Or at least, a picture. I swear, I felt so....2-D. Like if I stood up the wind would blow me around, and people would come in the room and not see me 'cept for a little tiny thin line, if they looked at the right angle...." He grins broadly.

Glass laughs gently.

Miette cocks her head. "Whatcha mean, 2-D?"

Glass says, "Flat."

Jean-Batiste starts counting on his fingers, murmuring to Glass, "Me, Trace and Jason, you, Ali, Walker, Ben..." He stops there, trying to remember if that's everyone.

Trace nods. "Yeah... yeah, flat. Like paper, two-dimentional."

Kristen enters from the mundane world

Alisynde nod-nods. "Like if you could turn sideways, you'd vanish? Especially if you were in a room with striped wallpaper."

David interjects, simply, "Drugs are bad."

Errin enters from the mundane world

Jason leans from one side to the other, peering at Trace. After a moment, he reaches out and pinches the smaller boy's arm, then one of the braids. Nope, still 3-D.

Miette nods sagely as if this makes much more sense than flying nannies.

Glass looks at David, "Drugs are bad," he echoes, amused.

David nods to Glass.

Jason glances back over his shoulder at Batiste and comments, smiling crookedly, "Why don' we jus' leave the door unlocked, then?"

Jean-Batiste looks over at David and says in a -very- dry tone, "How's your drink?"

Trace rolls his eyes at David. Oh geez, here we go again... He looks to Jean-Batiste, exasperated.

Miette elbows Jason. "'Cause then *I* could get in."

Kristen steps into the club with Errin and whistles, "Wow..it looks like a party!" She giggles, excitedly. Looking to Errin, she asks, "You want to sit at the bar or get our own table, huh?"

Jean-Batiste gestures a little, still speaking drily, "You must be pretty brave, you know. Never taking aspirin, or novocaine at the dentist's." He looks back at Trace, rolling his eyes at his friend.
Jean-Batiste . o O ( Grownups. Sheesh. )

Jason elbows Miette back, that impish grin that he had when he slipped in back. "Me too."

Alisynde hms. "This's one's pretty tasty." A grin for Miette. "Oh, horror of horrors. Entering the bachelor pad!"

Ayita sits at the bar, next to David, and his currently glancing from him down at Trace and Batiste. She bites down on her lower lip, frowming a little.

David says, kindly, "Excellent. And non-mind altering."

Jean-Batiste pages Benjamin, Jason and you: Jean-Batiste grins and taunts Ben. "They don't know. Only I know."

Glass says, "Oh, that's silly. Everything's mind altering."

Jason says, quite cheerfully, "*I'm* mind-altering. C'mon, lick me."

Glass leans over to lick Jason.

Miette grins from Jason to Ali to Jason again, then watches Douglas for a reaction.

Jason eeps! and ducks Glass, swatting at the older boy playfully. "Not /you!/"

Errin shrugs, glancing around, "I'll just leave that up to you. I'm aggreeable at th emoment"

Jean-Batiste starts to lean over, too, then stops to avoid bumping heads with Glass. He laughs a little, murmuring, "My turn, next..."

David drops it.

Glass looks at Jason reproachfully.

Trace giggles. "We all gotta get a turn lickin' the mind-alterin' Jason. 'Cept David, he's Jason-free."

Jason blinkblinks up at Glass, then awwws sympathetically, offering his cheek. "Okay, you can lick me."

Jean-Batiste looks back at Glass, and puts a hand on his shoulder, comfortingly. He says to Jason, "How can you say no to a face like that?"

Glass licks Jason's cheek.

David chuckles at Traces comment. "Like Salvador Dali said..."

Jason heys! "David needs to try new things. He licks me too."

Kristen tells Errinn, "Okie dokie!" She skips over towards an empty table in the corner and asks her, "Is this kay with you?" She tugs herself out a chair but only halfway, just in case there is a disagreement.

Ayita glances down the bar, and murmurs, expression turning wry, "I'll pass. I like my mind the way it is."

Trace waits patiently, looking at David expectantly. "Well, go on, tell me what he said?"

David holds up a hand to Jason. "No thanks.. already done my share of strange drugs. And yours, and his, and hers, and thiers..."

Glass says, "No, you haven't."

David ohs. "He said, 'I do not need to do drugs. I /am/ drugs."

Miette quirks a smile.

Jason mms thoughtfully, giving David a crooked smirk. "Not /mine/..."

Jean-Batiste grins at Glass, releasing his shoulder, and climbs up to his feet. "I'm going to go get Ben, and drag him down to the playground...meet you all there?" He looks to his friends, then grins a little at David. "I saw a Dali Tarot deck once. It was pretty cool."

Jean-Batiste stands and leaves The mahogany bar.

Trace giggles brightly. "He sure was! All them meltin' clocks' n' dogs underwater 'n shit..." Then he looks at David critically and points out, "But David, ya got no place quotin' that, seriously... " He shakes his head. DARE poster boy.

Glass looks at Batiste, "Okay. Unless you want me to come along?"

David looks at Trace, curiously. "No?"

Errin nods to Kristen, "Yeah, just fine" she smiles, musing at the girl's constant energy

David adds, to Jean-Batiste, "I've got one."

Kristen waves over to Ayita as she stands next to the corner table. She pipes up, "Hi Ayita!" And she waves her right hand, a big, dimple-laden smile on her face.

Miette cocks her head at Jean-Batiste and waves a tiny g'bye that she is almost sure is overlooked in the muddle.

Trace rolls his eyes. "Well, playground sounds good. I'm in." He peers about, looking everywhere BUT Miette. "Anybody else comin'...?" he wonders. And then okay, he finally peeks at her.

Alisynde hops off her stool, and walks up to Jason. She gently grasps his hand and bends to lick it. When she returns to her seat, there is a stuffed rabbit on Jason's head.

Ayita glances over her shoulder, and offers a wave towards Kristen, with a smile, including Errin in it all, after a moment, then looks back to the conversation at the bar, in time to notice teh boys leaving. "I'll see you around?"

Jean-Batiste looks back at Glass and smiles shyly. "Sure, that's okay. Just going to make sure he's feeling okay and drag him out for some fresh air..." He hands over the change from Ben's twenty to Trace, murmuring to him and Miette, "Meet you guys there." He smiles, then heads for the door.

Glass stands and leaves The mahogany bar.

Glass follows after Batiste.

Miette's smile brightens.

Jason peers down at his hand, then up at Alysinde, looking pouty. "What, no cheek?" And the bunny falls off. Blinkblink. He bends over and swipes it off the floor, then turns to Miette, holding it out. "Ya lose this?" he asks innocently.

Kristen finishes tugging out her chair and plops down into it, landing her bottom smack dab on the chair's seat. She asks, "What do you want to drink? I am getting a Coke...I need some caffeine to get me awake."

Alisynde says ernestly, "I wanted to be original."

Miette blinkblinks and cocks her head to the side. "I...don't *think* so...!"

Errin sits down at Quiet booth in the corner.

Jason offers it to the little girl, grinning. "Mebbe ya should hold it while ya figger it out, huh?"
Jason punctuates that with a playful little wink.

Miette takes it tentatively and grins back.

Alisynde hides her smirk, choosing not to comment on the rabbit.

"Er.. But.." Trace peers down at the change, then smiles shyly over at Miette. Starting to slip off of the stool, he tries to flag Nate to pay for his and Miette's drink, the only two not yet paid for.

Errin whistles, "You sure you need anymore caffine?" she chuckles, "I'll have a glass of orange juice, thnaks hon"

Miette smiles back at Trace, then down at the new little fuzzy thing in her hands.

Jason pages: She /is!/ She's little and she's a girl.

Miette slides off her stool, grabs another little handful of sugar packets while the bill is being paid, and hides them bewteen her body and her new little armful.

Kristen nods and waves to the waitress, "We're ready!" She waits for the waitress to come by and says, "Kay...we want one Coke with a straw and one glass of orange juice. make them big, kay? And you can take a tip off my card." She smiles and hands the waitress a Platinum Visa card which she pulls out from her purse.

Kristen calls over a waitress and orders.

The waitress brings Kristen her Orange Juice for Errin

David yawns.

Kristen calls over a waitress and orders.

Ayita turns back to face David. "Tired, hon?"

The waitress brings Kristen her Coke

Alisynde smiles to Miette. "Hope you like him." She points her chin to indicate the bunny.

Trace gets the drinks paid for and shoves the excess change into his pocket. He looks to Miette and grins a little at the gift she holds. "Well... Ready to head out?" he wonders. "Playground's not *too* far... S'really nice, you'll like it. I lived there for a little while, 'fore I started stayin at my friend Walker's place. Still sleep there sometimes.."

Errin raises an eyebrow at the platinum card and shakes her head. She sips at her orange juice an dconverses with Kristen...

Jason giggles at Miette, then bounces back to Trace, reaching up to tug on one of the braids. "We goin' y-... oh." Guess that answered that.

Miette grins and nuzzles his fur with her nose. "Yeah, thanks an' all...!"

Paris enters from the mundane world

Kristen takes her card back, putting it into her purse once again. She slides Errin her OJ. Keeping the Coke for herself, she places the straw to her lips and take a little sip from her glass, "Mmm...usually I come here, and it is flat."

David shrugs to Ayita. "A little. More exhausted though. Sore, n' all. I'm not used to rigorous excercise."

Miette nods to Trace and trots after him toward the door.

You leave the club behind, stepping into the mundane world.

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Playground
A smallish playground, almost entirely dominated by things made of wood. A wooden castle is here, a wooden pirate ship. All large, with swings and ladders and secret places to hide in. A swingset, and a jungle gym is on the other side, near the large pit of sand with discarded trucks and buckets.

The place is ringed with huge trees, almost the width of redwoods, which have cracked the concrete in places, as if they grew up overnight. In a circle grows a small patch of pumpkins, and the grass is almost knee high. In an arc, like a rainbow, is a patch of beautiful flowers of all kinds. Roses and vines twine up the swingset. Apples litter the ground, having dropped from above.. and when you look above, you see all kinds of fruit growing up there. Peaches, apples, lemons... strange.

Miette wipes her nose and looks around her. "Yeah, I guess maybe this little bit is magic-like maybe."

Trace wanders on into the playground, grinning skyward, before turning around to face the both of you. "It is," he promises softly. "This is one of my favorite places." He turns again to start for a swing, his steps slow, peaceful.

Jason pauses and blinks down at Miette, tilting his head. "A /little/ bit?" He actually sounds offended (though only a little bit). He harumphs, then pads to the castle and scrambles up onto it like a little monkey, perching on the wall at top - he likes that place. "This /is/ my fav'rite place!"

Miette looks like she doesn't *quite* know what to do with herself, or the rabbit in her hands, and she looks quite taken aback by Jason's reaction. "Well, I mean, it's th' *most* magic place *I* e'er been to, but I don' know much 'bout magic places, so I din't wanna say..."

Trace giggles, peering up at him as he drops down onto the swing. "Yeah... yeah, that's pretty great, that castle. 'Member that night we actually stayed the whole night up there, you, me, and Bat? And that's when we put the first few braids in yer hair, the ones that sucked. That was a really perfect night..."

Miette stands on one foot, scratching the back of her knee with the toe that's peeping out of her canvas tennies. She looks around her for a place to sit, and finally, tentatively, tries out a swing, rocking back and forth in the manner of one not accustomed to swings. Or rabbits. Or both.

Jason grins down at Trace. "'N didn' Bat draw sumthin? Wunder if he 'members." He looks thoughtful a moment, then just shrugs and giggles softly to himself. He tosses his head, running a hand through his hair, eyes going back down to Miette. "Ya know, I could prolly sprout another bunny if ya wanted me to."

Miette looks at him with wonderment. "No kiddin'?"

Trace grins over at Miette, deciding, "Do it, Jason. We gotta teach her more 'bout magic somehow... About India and Enchanted Forest and... all that." He gives a smile full of secrets.

Miette finds herself blushing without exactly knowing why. "India...that's like...near Ill'nois?" she offers hopefully.

Jason giggles brightly, his eyes dancing with the same secrets. "Tell 'er about India, Trace!" He looks down to Miette, smiling slyly. "You'll love it there, really..."

Miette looks wistful. "Yeah, but, see, I don' know if I'll ever *get* there what with it' bein' about a zillion states 'way an' all...."

Jason nods towards Trace, his smile going less sly and more distant. "He'll take you there."

Trace considers, biting his lip a moment. "I never been there either, 'cept when I paint it in my head. And it's brighter my way." He peeks up at Jason through blue braids, batting them away to demand wth a grin, "You... you come down and help me tell it!" For some reason, all that stuff comes out better when his gaze is locked with Jason's anyway, when his friend's green eyes have that manic intensity that seems to tap right into the most creative eddies and currents in his brain.

Miette settles bback in her swing, becoming a little more used to the rocking motion. She looks at Trace with deep curiosity, then to Jason, then back to Trace. She holds the rabbit a little tighter in her arms and little goose-bumps appear on her arms as she waits, not wanting to say anything lest she ruin a something that she doesn't understand.

Jason giggles brightly at the demand, then suddenly drops off the side of the castle, landing in a crouch. He gives you both a wink as he settles his coat about him, then rises and slinks over to claim the swing next to Trace. He's quiet a moment, twisting a little back and forth in the swing, but then he looks to Trace with his head tilted, eyes sparking somewhere deep inside. "Where do we begin, huh?"

Miette goes almost completely still, hardly breathing as Jason and Trace confer.

Jean-Batiste wanders into the playground, backpack stolen away from Walker's place and slung over one bony shoulder. He grins at Glass now and again, seeming amused about something.

Miette is sitting in a swing, rabbit on her lap, watching Jason and Trace intently, a certain shyness over her features that wasn't there in the bar.

"Where do we begin..." Trace echos, seated on the swingset between Miette and Jason, looking into the latter's eyes intently. "Okay.... okay. India's not -- well, it's not next to Illinois," the boy begins hesitantly, faultering every few words, not yet submerged in the fantasy. "It's on the other side of the *world*, the other side of life, where... where to get there, you've got to cross oceans of... yellow waste. And desert winds blow the sand into valleys and hills of gold dust, glittering, no footsteps for miles and miles....." A faint smile touches his lips. "Cept for... for one weary man, wrinkled and brown, carting salts and spices on his camel, all wrapped in his silk and gold. And he stalks through a land where the sun... the life-giving sun has foresaken, and left everything to crack and dry and burn, where plants grow blades and spears... But the merchent keeps on going, because.. because he's going to *India*, and it's safe there, coz there's ladies waiting to feed him grapes, and silk pillows soft in opium-sweet hideaways.... And he travels through hell because he knows he'll find magic there, and he'll never worry again..."

Glass smiles gently at Bat.

Miette closes her eyes as Trace talks and lets her head rest gently on the chain of the swing. She listens hungrily, as if storytelling is a huge, rare treat for her.

Miette peeps an eye open when Trace comes to a stopping point, not sure if there's more or if it's already over.

Jean-Batiste's step quieten as he hears Trace's voice weaving a story for Miette and Jason. He smiles to himself, glad that he and Glass got to the playground in time to hear it. He slowly pulls his backpack down off his shoulder, trying to keep the items inside from making any noise, and hugs it to his chest as he approaches the swingset.

Jason mms softly once, then goes silence, his eyes falling almost-shut, until they're only two glittering emerald slits. He rocks back and forth a little on the swing, taking it all in, drinking as much of the story with his eyes as he does with his ears. He always gets that distant, dreaming look when Trace talks like this, like he was being carried there on the words.

Miette watches Jason and Trace, a pang of longing coming over her features. Petting the little fuzzy thing in her lap, she closes her eyes again, and with renewed resolve, tries to focus on each little word and detail.

Glass looks at the fuzzy thing in Miette's lap.

Trace tries to say more, but that's just the way India is. It comes to him in short, bright bursts of scents, sounds, and impossibly vivid imagery... And then it's gone. Or rather, still there, dancing around in his thoughts, but more like recalling a distant memory. Not like he was *there*... He smiles somewhat and parts his hands apologetically. "I... I'm sorry." He comes out of it like one awakening, and rubs at his eyes a little, smiling shyly up at Jason first, then glancing over at Miette. "Did you see it?"

Miette keeps her eyes closed for a good long time as if she were a child not wanting to see the Santa suit in her father's closet. Finally, she peeps an eye open and looks around her as she bites her lip. "I...think maybe..for just a second there...?" She looks around her, squeezing her rabbit close. "It was...really a good story, Trace...."

Miette looks like she wants to say more, but can't quite locate the words.

Jean-Batiste settles down cross-legged near the swingset with a quiet rustling of grass. "It was great, Trace..." he murmurs, smiling affectionately at the blue-haired boy. He sets his backpack down in his lap, and starts to quietly rummage through it.

Glass smiles gently and sits down beside Batiste.

Trace starts, bringing a gaze full of surprise to meet up with Batiste's. "Oh, er. I didn't know... I mean... Well, hi," he finally decides on, and just grins bashfully.

Miette grins bashfully too and rubs the back of her neck with her hand.

Jason starts as well, blinking out of his reverie at Batiste and Glass. Where did they come from? But then he smiles crookedly to the two, shaking his head slightly. "Hey, handsomes." He snickers.

Glass smiles at Jason, gently.

Jean-Batiste looks up from rummaging something out of his backpack, and frowns gently at Jason in confusion. Why is he snickering? "Uh...hey..." he offers tentatively, giving the flame-haired boy a contrite grin. Contrite? Why is he feeling apologetic? "Didn't mean to interrupt," he murmurs, trying to grasp something at the very base of his backpack.

Miette rubs her nose, stands from her swing, and holds her rabbit out to Trace. "Hey, could you do me a favor...? Couldja keep hold a' her for me? I mean, I really like her," she pauses and scuffs the toe of her foot on the ground, "but I don't got anywhere t' keep 'er, or nothin' t' feed 'er..."

Jason tilts his head at Miette, then suddenly bats his eyelashes at Trace. "Hey, can we keep her? Huh? I promise ta feed her and take 'er out everyday..."

Miette smiles encouragingly. "Yeah, she's real well b'haved an' all...doesn't bite...." She looks down at her skirt and realizes there are some fresh nibble marks. Quickly she pulls her t-shirt down a little farther to hide the incriminating evidence.

Trace grins. "Yeah... Yeah, course, I'll take good care of her. You headin' home, Miette?" He reaches out to accept the rabbit. He glances over at Jason with a half-grin, half-sneer. What you mean *we*, white man?

Miette examines her hands as she answers. "Yeah, guess I'm headin' that way an' all... Thanks f'r...lettin' me see...this place."

Jason smirks, then looks to Miette, smiling crookedly. "See ya 'round, munchkin."

Trace nods. "Next time I'll show ya the fort... S'right over there, hidden." He nods towards some bushes. "Well... g'night!"

Jean-Batiste smiles up at Miette a little, waving awkwardly to her. "Be careful...we'll see you soon, okay? We're out here at the playground a lot, if you hang out around here at all..."

Miette grins and nods. "Yeah, I'll be 'round." She stops mid-wave to look fort-wardly with piqued interest. "Oh, yeah, I'll def'nitely hafta see that sometime...! See y' soon, then...!"

Glass watches Batiste.

Jason awws and leans over against Trace, smiling at Miette. "Awww, she's so cute, can we keep her? Huh, Trace?"

Miette flashes a smile around, nodding at Jean-Batiste on the way out. "Now that I know how t' find ya an' all." Still grinning, half impishly, half shyly, she pads across the playground, her feet still making ploddy squishy noises, still wet from the rainfall earlier.

Jean-Batiste murmurs under his breath, "She wants to see your summer home..." He glances over at Trace for a second, grinning teasingly, then continues to rummage for someone at the bottom of his backpack. Still hasn't found what he's looking for, evidently.

Trace baps at Jason and sighs, grinning faintly in spite of himself. "Yer just as bad as Batiste was bein' earlier... Hummin' n' shit." He looks over to his friend. "What ya pawin' around in there for, anyhow?"

Miette heads back to Lelong Avenue.

Jason reaches over and toys with Trace's braids (he likes doing that - these braids on his friends are fun!), eyes on Batiste and his digging. "Yeah, whatcha lookin' for?" And just to tick off Trace, he starts humming. Something... classical.

Glass smiles gently.

Jean-Batiste finally draws out his little baggie of dope and his silver pipe, and starts packing it. "Didn't want your girlfriend to think I was a bad influence..." he murmurs, grinning up at Trace for a second before paying attention to the pipe.

Glass says, "She against dope?"

Alisynde steps in from the park.

Jason tilts his head. "She his girlfriend?" Apparently that's more important than the dope question.

Alisynde wanders into view from behind a tree. Her hands are jammed in her pockets, and she looks...thoughtful.

Jean-Batiste finishes packing his trusty silver pipe and tucks it into his mouth. He goes to light it up, then pauses to shrug gently at Glass and say, "I don't know..." and then grin crookedly at Jason. He doesn't comment to Jason, though. Instead, he lights up his pipe, draws in a long hit, then offers it to Glass.

Glass smiles and accepts the pipe.

"*Not* my girfriend," Trace insists quietly through playfully gritted teeth, but he's grinning too. "Specially if she's 'against dope' like Doug said, though I don't think that'll be it. She'll just, y'know, look at me in daylight or something, and there goes my chances." He chuckles a little and gets up off the swing to sit beside Jean-Batiste for his turn with that pipe.

Glass takes a delicate hit off the pipe.

Jason now looks at Trace, head still tilted. "Ruin yer chances?" Eyebrows raised, eyes dancing, his curiosity's /piqued/ alright.

Alisynde spots the group and quietly makes her way over. Sneak, sneak, sneak..

Trace blushes a little, looking over. "Well...! Well, I mean.. did you think she was... neat?" he finally asks softly, eyes vulnerable. Approval? Anyone?

Glass hands the pipe to Trace, "She's okay."

Jason just looks at Trace with those raised eyebrows. Trace has a crush! Awwwww. He ducks, hiding his eyes behind his hair, and stifles a giggle.

Jean-Batiste exhales, coughing a bit at the end. Probably still sputtering over the discussion about Mary Poppins' ass. He watches Trace take a hit off the pipe, then smiles a little at him, nodding. "She's really cool, Trace. I think she likes you."

Alisynde says softly, "The one who wound up with the stuffed rabbit? She seemed cool."

"Well, not for you, coz she'd be *illegal*!" Trace grins at Glass before taking the pipe eagerly and drawing deep on it. He struggles to hold the smoke in his lungs when Batiste says that, though.

Glass says, "So? Why would I care about that?"

Jason darts his eyes up to Alisynde, blinking. All these people sneaking up on him! Sheesh. He sticks his tongue out at the woman, just out of playful spite, then waggles his fingers towards the pipe. No leaving out the carrot-top here.

Alisynde makes a playful grab for Jason's tounge, then grins at the others. "Hey, guys."

Trace blows out a luxurious cloud and passes the pipe on to Jason, grinning. "Nah," he shakes his braids at Batiste. "Nah, she just likes stories, I think." He picks the rabbit up again and settles it in his lap. When Ali speaks up, he blinks up at her. "Hey what?"

Jason takes the pipe and just /looks/ at Trace, as if he's a little naive on that point, but then shrugs and takes a deep hit. His eyes close a little and he rocks back in the swing, holding out the pipe. Mm, good.

"I think she likes you," Batiste repeats gently, grinning crookedly at Trace as he insists it. He leans forward, watching Jason swing back and forth, holding the pipe, then gently nabs it out of his hand, sitting back to take another hit then offer it up to Ali with a breathless, "Hey, good to see you..."

Alisynde says, "Hey, as in Hi. And thanks.." She takes the pipe and inhales deeply, then holds it out to Glass. "'Ere."

Jason lets out the smoke in a long, slow exhale, shivering as he does so.

Glass smiles, "Thanks." He takes the pipe, hits it, and hands it back to Batiste, "Dust."

Jean-Batiste sighs gently, smiling down at the pipe when it's handed over, holding the warmed metal in his hands. "Mmm?" he inquires of Glass, distracted. "Dust?" Oh, no. Batiste is thinking again. Run for cover.

Glass nods, "Dust."

Alisynde exhales a long, slow stream of smoke, eyes half-lidded. A smile creeps onto her face, then she opens those self-same eyes and smiles at Bat. "Good t'see ya, too. Sorry I didn't make it sooner."

Jean-Batiste looks oddly at Glass, and decide he's either too stoned or not stoned enough. Since he can't do anything about the 'too stoned' option, he lights up the pipe again, takes a hit, and passes it on to Trace before murmuring airlessly to Ali, "S'okay..."

Jason pauses in his rocking and gives Batiste a raised eyebrow, grinning crookedly. "What? 'M I droolin' already?"

Trace sighs and drops back into the grass, stuffed rabbit cradled on his legs, his arms folded to cradle the back of his head. Everyone's teased him tonight, and with reason... Stepping away from it and looking objectively, he feels like teasing himself. Silly boy, she won't want you. And if she does. she'll want to change you. "We start painting tomorrow, don't we?" he asks softly as he lifts a hand to wave away the pipe this time and murmur, "Next time 'round..."

Jean-Batiste laughs a little as he exhales, and offers the pipe across Trace to Jason. The laughter spurs a couple coughs - once they ebb away, he nods. "Yeah. Tomorrow...and Ben wants us to do his place, too. And we have ours to do...and the stuff for the gallery...and three housewarming parties..." He grins to himself.

Glass smiles gently.

Jean-Batiste adds to Jason, after a few seconds, "No, you're not drooling yet." Yet? Jason drools often? Alisynde sinks into the grass crosslegged. "'M telling ya, we should combine ours and just make it a giant party."

Jean-Batiste pages you and Jason: Jean-Batiste grins. "Yeah, I guess."

Glass says, "Just leave both doors open?"

Jason snags the pipe and waves it slightly. "'N Benji gonna pay anythin?" Ooh, greedy? But he giggles softly. "When're we gonna party? All paint 'n no play..." He smirks and takes another hit, not quite as deep, then holds it out to whomever wants it.

Something suddenly occurs to Trace, and he blinks and looks up at the pipe, then over at Glass with grinning suspician. "When you said... I mean, when you were talkin' bout dust, didya mean laced in the pipe...?" he wonders.

Glass says, "Naw, I meant that it's about burned up."

Alisynde takes the pipe and hits it, then makes a face. "Ugh. Think it's cooked, guys."

Jason peers at the pipe in sudden concern at the dust idea, but, well... Glass shoots that down. Whew.

"Ben's housewarming party first..." Batiste figures. "Especially if we want to do ours and Ali's together, because we need to finish the mural and get the rest of the money before we can get stuff for our place...and Ben's had his place longest out of all of us...oh, it is?" He switches smoothly from one topic to another. "Here, I'll fill it again..." He reaches out to Ali.

Alisynde hands the pipe over. "I've got m'stash on me if y'run low."

Jean-Batiste takes the pipe back, then pauses and looks up at Ali. "Would you mind...?" he asks hopefully. "I'm almost out, and I don't know when I'll be getting more..." He doesn't hand the pipe back immediately, making sure it's okay before he does.

Glass murmurs, "I can get you more."

Alisynde nods, and holds her hand back out for the pipe.

Trace sits up a little, hugging the stuffed bunny and ready to participate in this next round. He scritches idly at the back of his scalp where the grass had tickled the skin there and grins. "S'gonna be great..." He giggles a little. "You gonna have more daquiris at yer party, Ali?"

Glass says, "What else you want?"

Jean-Batiste hands the pipe back to Ali, murmuring, "Thanks..." as he tucks his nearly depleted baggie down into the depths of his backpack. He looks over at Glass and smiles shyly. "I'd like that...I'll see how much money I've got, and let you know..."

"What else kin you *get*?" Trace asks curiously.

Glass looks at Trace, "Well, anything."

Alisynde takes out /her/ little baggie. She empties the pipe, taps it to make sure it's all gone, then re-packs it. She takes a long hit, then holds the pipe back out. Next?

Jean-Batiste suddenly remembers something. "I want some of that...that...what did you call it? The stuff at Walker's place...Alaskan Thunderfuck?" He giggles - even if that's not the right name, it sounds funny. He hugs his backpack to himself, resting his chin down atop it.

Glass grins, "I'll look. Or would you rather have 'Purple Haze'? Or 'Moonbuds'?"

Alisynde nearly blows her hit at that. Alaskan Thunderfuck indeed. She exhales after a moment, then looks at Bat. "What the /hell/ is that? I've never heard of it." Then again, she's not much of a user.

Glass looks at Alisynde, "A kind of weed."

Alisynde says, "Mm. I'd heard of 'Purple Haze' and 'Moonbuds'. Just not that one. Not something my connection usually asks me. "Hey, Ali, want some Alaskan Thunderfuck this time?"

Glass says, "Yeah, well, it's like, a specialty item."

Jean-Batiste looks up wide-eyed at Ali. "It's -really- wild. I got -so- stoned on it the other night, but it was...it was weird. It was all dreamy, but...like crystal-clear clouds." He giggles softly, knowing he's not describing it very well. "It was really great stuff, though." He looks over at Glass, grinning at him. "Whatever kind...I trust you." He reaches for the pipe, unless someone's stolen it away already.

Alisynde smirks. "I guessed."

Glass says, "I'm suprised you hadn't had it before. Or something like. It's expensive as all hell, though."

Alisynde nods. "There's your answer right there for me. Sounds interesting, however.."

Jason suddenly springs to his feet and tugs on Trace's arm. "Hey! Let's go get Walker! 'N... 'N... We can go paint sumthin! On... Bourbon. Onna wall!" Oookay, one good hit, one 'dust' and Jason's gone bye-bye.

Trace blinkblinks, hauling himself up onto his feet with the help of Jason's insistant tugging. "Er..." he grins and points out, "Well, Walker needs his rest and stuff and is probably whacked out on codeine for his back.... But I'll go to Bourbon with ya, if ya likes.." He shrugs a little.

Glass murmurs, "I'll head on home, then. Take a bath and smoke some Alaskan Thunderfuck."

Trace tosses the bunny into Batiste's lap and grins, "You've got babysitting duties, kay?"

Alisynde blinks. "Wait. When'd Walker hurt himself? I missed something here."

Jean-Batiste looks down at the bunny while he's holding a lungful of smoke in, then exhales and hands the pipe back to Ali, looking a little forlorn. "Oh...uh. Sure, okay." He smiles up weakly at Jason and Trace, then looks over at Glass. "You're going to head out, too?"

Glass nods to Batiste, "Yeah. You're not going with them?"

Alisynde accepts the pipe, looking like she's not going anywhere anytime soon. She hits it and looks at the others, questioningly.

Jason stops, then looks back over his shoulder at Trace. "Hey, should we bring Bat 'long?" And then he gets a good idea and asks Bat! He looks down at Batiste and asks cheerfully, "Ya wanna go draw on sumthin?"

Jean-Batiste looks down at the stuffed rabbit, petting it slowly. To Glass, he says, "Nah, I'm going to stay here and babysit the rabbit, I guess." He look up at Jason and Trace again, shaking his head a little. "No, it's okay. You guys go have fun. I think I just feel like sitting a while."

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