suitably_heroic | A Small Bar in Lucca, Tuesday Evening

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A Small Bar in Lucca, Tuesday Evening

"This'll do okay."

The bar was small and cramped, but it had seats outside - one of which Atton dropped himself into. This was one of these weeks where the lines between what he did and what he pretended to do were kind of blurred, the practical side-effect of which being that he'd already had one or two drinks before coming here.

Which... probably explained why he'd been stupid enough to ask Sia to come along with him. Whatever. What was done was done, and at least out here he could always just stalk off (or better yet, make her stalk off) if he really didn't want to deal with any of it any more. "I take it you'll want something neon."

[[ for that girl ]]

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"Not most of the time. Though you can be," she said honestly. "If there weren't pluses, I wouldn't bother."

"This conversation is really starting to confuse me," Atton said. Perfect excuse to down the rest of his wine.

"Because I don't hate you?"

"I think you're complimenting me, I just can't tell," Atton explained.

"I'm just stating my opinion," she said. Cryptically. On purpose.

"Ugh," Atton said, grabbing the bottle to pour himself another glass. "You need to stop enjoying yourself so much when you do that."

Sia smiled. "But it's so much fun."

"You've got a glass of local drinks and this--" He gestured at the bar, "...Music. Sound. Noise. Whatever it is. But no, you just have to torment me."