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Post by László on Mar 25, 2009 19:51:10 GMT -5
He shook the offered hand.
"That's an interesting name you got there."
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 25, 2009 20:29:18 GMT -5
"And your name is a paragon of normalcy and humdrum taste, and slips so lightly and prettily off the tongue?" Dryly, but not with any real sharpness; Mercutio was rather intrigued by László's name, which sounded like the name of some foreign pirate or a legend-embossed lover, and he'd barely said the first thing when he followed it by telling László that, and then very eagerly asking if the other man was either.
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Post by László on Mar 25, 2009 20:33:59 GMT -5
He hadn't expected such a response, but it was so fantastic and different that he laughed a bit at it.
"Oh, god, no, I'm nothing that interesting," he said with a self-conscious smile.
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 25, 2009 20:39:44 GMT -5
Mercutio deflated at once and slumped back in his seat, flicking his eyes to the side and sighing, "I never meet any of those, do you know?" And, the tilt of the head and a sly flicker of blue eyes back, "Why not?"
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Post by László on Mar 25, 2009 20:42:57 GMT -5
"I haven't, either."
At the last question, he shook his head.
"I'm just...me. Nothing special."
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 25, 2009 20:46:56 GMT -5
"Don't be self-deprecating, it's really annoying."
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Post by László on Mar 25, 2009 20:48:46 GMT -5
László wilted a bit.
"Sorry...but, well, it's true."
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 25, 2009 21:06:24 GMT -5
Mercutio peered at him suspiciously. "Ho, you aren't one of those weepy drunks, are you?"
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Post by László on Mar 25, 2009 21:16:33 GMT -5
"I'm not drunk...yet."
He paused.
"But no. I've heard that I'm a silly drunk."
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 25, 2009 21:32:13 GMT -5
A smile curled over Mercutio's mouth, a little amused huff of air escaping him. "Oh, that's all right then. I like silly drunks."
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Post by László on Mar 25, 2009 21:37:11 GMT -5
László was smiling again.
"What about you? Does the wine go to your head?"
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 25, 2009 21:53:38 GMT -5
"Oh, but you mock me with your words, sir, you offend. Of all the places for wine to go, you think it goes to my head?" Still smiling, a lazy, secretive, smile, Mercutio drew a nonsensical shape in some water on the bar. "Ah, no. No no no no no. It does not. I'm no sillier drunk than I was before, and no wiser sober than I am drunk, although I do tend to be more prone to these alarming attacks of sanity without it."
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Post by László on Mar 25, 2009 22:00:09 GMT -5
He really hadn't known anyone that spoke like Mercutio before. It was more than just intriguing--he rather liked it.
"Sanity," he scoffed. "But what's really sane, anyway?"
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 25, 2009 22:04:52 GMT -5
"I'm really the wrong person to ask."
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Post by László on Mar 25, 2009 22:06:10 GMT -5
"Ohhh? Why's that?"
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