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WHO: A bunch of magic lamers.
WHERE: Dunwich, Massachusetts.
WHEN: Friday, September 2nd through Sunday, September 4th.
WARNINGS: TBA. There's bound to be something.
SUMMARY: Herp derp.
FORMAT: Whatever you feel like!

Let's get it on.

■ Friday, September 2nd.
■ Saturday, September 3rd.
■ Sunday, September 4th.

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And surrounded by admirers. That might hinder my plans to whisk you away for a drink.

[ because of course eames knows exactly where the bar is in this place. ]

You get used to it. [Her hand falls to the side of her neck.] I'm sure you could take me out for a drink if you really wanted to. Maybe you just don't desire it enough...

I think I could manage it. Shall we?

[ this way zatanna, keep up. eames moves through the crowd like a boss. ]

We shall. If you'd like, I mean.

[Oh, he seems to like. She follows close behind, though she's had no trouble alone so far. Occasionally, she'll stop to look at something then have to pick up the pace to catch up.]

What kind of adoring fan would I be if I didn't buy you a drink after your show?

[ god zatanna keep up. eames is a man on a mission, a mission which entails getting to the bar and to the good wine before it's all consumed. ]

The kind that doesn't get to pretend to be tipsy and cop a feel.

[She's working on it, okay! She just saw hats and she likes hats. :(]

Oh love, I'd never do something as gauche as that.

[ eames cops his feels without the aide of alcohol, thank you very much. ]

I guess this means I'm in good hands. I'm sure that Arthur'd have your head, if you did, anyway. [But she wouldn't, huh...] So, how have you been?

[How bold, Eames!]

Perhaps not my head. Maybe the offending hand.

[ eames says this so casually. THIS HAS BEEN CONTEMPLATED BEFORE... ]

Busy, in fact.

[ also he has lifted quite a few wallets since he arrived at this con. eames has a bad habit of picking pockets. ]

You'd make an awfully handsome pirate.

[SHE CONSIDERS ASKING HOW COMMON IT IS, BUT... maybe she likes a little mystery.]

As busy as I've been or busier? I've not heard from you in a while.

[He pays for the drinks with a Hello Kitty wallet.]

It would be an excellent excuse to wear an eye patch.

[ common enough that eames has come to expect the threat and find it amusing. so very. ]

The latter. I apologize for not keeping in touch.

[ of course. so manly. ]

Perhaps something to keep in mind for Halloween.

[No one takes Arthur seriously. :(]

It's fine. I don't expect you to text me once a day with, I don't know, a run-down of what you did. [She laughs, hoping it eases whatever tension had been hovering about.] Now, where exactly are we headed?

The bar, of course. I can't vouch for their stock of wines, but one can always hope.

[ door opened for her in the gentlemanly fashion. yup. ]

I thought you had elsewhere in mind.

[She'll wait to see how poor the stock is before offering to teleport them out of there (without telling Arthur, of course). She ducks her head in thanks before leaving the room.]

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