#lark001

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“Confession? I didn’t make that,” referring to the food they’d just eaten. “I just put it on plates so I wasn’t serving you take out boxes. I did plan on cooking but I ended up... Well, truthfully? The raccoon I’ve been feeding out the back of my shop for the last year wanted me to go meet his babies. And of course, I wanted to meet little Roni and Rufus.” Alara nods, in all seriousness. Once she’s finished with the dishes, she dries her hands on a towel as she moves closer to Lark. “Anyway, it’s been nice having you over for dinner, and since I’ve now fed you and watered you, it’s time to get to the juicy part, don’t you think?” Her little mischievous grin is entirely deceiving, lasting only a couple seconds before twisting into a furious pout. Using the towel in her grasp, she begins to whip him ( lightly ) with it.  “Just what in the hell is wrong with you?” Huffing as she continues to beat him with the fabric that’s doing absolutely no damage whatsoever. “Did nearly dying on Halloween somehow leave you with the inability not to be stupid? I’d like to see you do your cards right now because I’m thinking they’d also be telling you, you’re an idiot!” A little growl escapes her as she finally relents her fury, but not before folding her arms and holding a glare. “Explain!” Because naturally, she was aware there was always two sides to a story. She couldn’t, and wouldn’t, just assume that Lark did not have reasons he believed to be absolutely valid. Being that he too, was her friend, it was perhaps the only reason she wanted to hear him out. “You love him, don’t you? So please, help me understand?” 

Jace wasn’t sure how he ended up here, followed a couple of buddies on a day binge and now? Here he was, deciding himself he’d had enough of being a social bug, he did a back door job and walked until he found this place. A place where he wasn’t expecting to know anyone as much as he wasn’t expecting anybody to bother him. Cure for a brewing headache? Obviously more alcohol, he clearly hadn’t drank enough to satisfy himself. “Seat’s taken,” it’s an almost miserable grumble as he practically sniffs the person that’s about to plant his backside next to him. However, if they’d been here a while, they’d have seen he entered alone an hour ago and nobody was actually sitting there. 

Kiraz had only came in for a bite to eat after her shift, slowly working her way through every restaurant in and outside of the bronx. Travelling was no issue, she enjoyed to watch the new scenery around her. Besides, the opportunity to meet new faces and make new friends was always something that appealed to her. Cue the internal fear of being alone or forgotten. Making her order whilst she was at the bar, Kiraz spotted a new, yet familiar face. “Bird man!” She grinned gleefully. Of course, knowing his actual name and only hoping he would see the use of that nickname was entirely harmless. It should be obvious considering her genuine interest in everything he was telling her the last time they spoke. “You work here?” Kiraz gestured behind her to the seats. “If you get a break,” There’s a gentle shrug, showing him she wasn’t going to be offended if he didn’t want to come and sit with her. “I’ll buy you a drink?”