It's too early for St. John to be doing his hilarious facsimile of bartending, which is inventing horrible shit and mocking people, so when Pietro comes up the stairs out of his little downstairs apartment, no one has to go 'o fux' and hide, unless Madeline wishes to do that. Which she may! Madelines, it has been observed, are rare and elusive creatures.
"Madeline." Pietro has this habit of greeting people with their own names, like he's labeling and therefore making it acceptable for them to be....themselves. Because we needed one more think to reflect that fact that he's kind of arrogant. "You have come back." He says nothing about the bottle, or at least not yet. YET.
"Pietro," Madeline replies, softly, "I have." She sips at her drink, toes curling in mid-air. She's wearing nail polish, of all things, a pale, translucent pink on fingers and toes.
She doesn't want to run off and hide anywhere, at least not yet. Pietro's someone she actually likes, as little as they really know each other. She's fond of him, she decides to call it.
"Want to sit down?" She vaguely waves at a stool somewhere next to her. You know. That one.
Pietro is a little more casual, in that...um, he's not wearing nail polish, but rather jeans and a button-down shirt, as is his custom. Although nail polish would amuse the hell out of Melissa. "I live here." Other people would say this with a trace of lols, but Pietro simply introduces it like fact - of course he's going to sit. "But first I will eat
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Madeline considers this for a long while (that he didn't offer to make her anything doesn't even register as unusual; the surprise would be if anyone did) as if it's a particularily difficult question. She even has to refresh herself with another sip for her glass before she can answer, it seems.
"I didn't get very far," she says, "A little bit outside town. I met a salamander?" That doesn't need to be a question. Why is it a question?
Must be time to drink some more! But she doesn't. She is beginning to wonder if she is having a 'problem'.
"His name was Matthew," she says, as if to cement that she did, in fact, do what she said she did, "But I imagine outside is as fucked up or more so than it was the last time I saw it." Her voice doesn't change tone for any of this, including the swearing.
Seymour does not look put together. He looks like someone who's been working feverishly in dirt, outside, for most of the day. There's some muddy patches on his knees (he's wearing brown shorts), there're sweat stains under the arms of his white T-shirt and on his back. He made a passable attempt at washing his hands, but there's still grime under his nails. His hair is askew in a bed-headed way that's more common to teenagers glomping down to breakfast than to people entering a public place.
As he comes in he's polishing his glasses - which means he stops in the doorway for a moment until he's finished. Then he looks around, blinking a few times, at the not entirely expected presence of another person.
Still strange, seeing people. Like finding a gold nugget in a pile of rocks (or a lit stick of dynamite, but Seymour reminds himself that people here tend to be nice).
Madeline is, fortunately, a very quiet drunk. She lifts her head when Seymour comes in and watches him distantly until he notices her. He shy smile and nod are met with just a nod from her, but it's not an unfriendly gesture, or even a reserved one.
"Hi," she says, without too much of a slur, "Welcome to...to Dante's." That seems like a good greeting.
"Oh," a blink, "Thanks. I've been here before, when I first came to Hell," he adds, because throwing out contextless, random facts about your life to a total stranger is the best way to make friends ever!
There's a pause from the young man. Like he just realized this: "Funny how no one's thoughta changing that name."
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"Madeline." Pietro has this habit of greeting people with their own names, like he's labeling and therefore making it acceptable for them to be....themselves. Because we needed one more think to reflect that fact that he's kind of arrogant. "You have come back." He says nothing about the bottle, or at least not yet. YET.
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She doesn't want to run off and hide anywhere, at least not yet. Pietro's someone she actually likes, as little as they really know each other. She's fond of him, she decides to call it.
"Want to sit down?" She vaguely waves at a stool somewhere next to her. You know. That one.
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"I didn't get very far," she says, "A little bit outside town. I met a salamander?" That doesn't need to be a question. Why is it a question?
Must be time to drink some more! But she doesn't. She is beginning to wonder if she is having a 'problem'.
"His name was Matthew," she says, as if to cement that she did, in fact, do what she said she did, "But I imagine outside is as fucked up or more so than it was the last time I saw it." Her voice doesn't change tone for any of this, including the swearing.
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As he comes in he's polishing his glasses - which means he stops in the doorway for a moment until he's finished. Then he looks around, blinking a few times, at the not entirely expected presence of another person.
Still strange, seeing people. Like finding a gold nugget in a pile of rocks (or a lit stick of dynamite, but Seymour reminds himself that people here tend to be nice).
There is a shy smile and a nod.
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"Hi," she says, without too much of a slur, "Welcome to...to Dante's." That seems like a good greeting.
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There's a pause from the young man. Like he just realized this: "Funny how no one's thoughta changing that name."
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She takes another drink. The bottle next to her is not in very good shape, being liquid-filled-wise.
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