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Characters: Larxene and Luxord
Content: Public Enemies numbers One and Two meet for snark and tea.
Setting: The Cheap Prayer [F5]
Time: Afternoon
Warning(s): These two are warnings in and of themselves by this point. Approach with caution. :D

It was hard to travel when one had to keep one's face mostly out of sight. Luxord had started to use portals of darkness to travel within the city - it had become easier and more secure than simply walking, as he preferred. Switching to casual clothing, much as he despised it, also helped with the disguise. People expected less malice of a blue open-collared shirt and khaki slacks than they did a black coat, especially with recent events being what they were.

So he sat in the bar, a place where blonde faces came and went with gret regularity and little memory, and perused the cocktail menu, waiting for his partner in crime and drinking to arrive.

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Larxene, as much as she hated to admit it, had begun to suspect that letting Timon see her face had been a mistake, through and through. Oh, letting him live hadn't been a mistake, really (she did enjoy watching him squirm whenever he spoke to her), but letting him know who she was had compromised herself far more than she had realized before.

Everyone knew who she was. Pity that in this instance, fame was a bad thing.

Larxene had switched to a white summery dress that went to her knees, ignoring the order for all those who could to dress as the civilians did. It was obvious enough that Larxene despised taking orders, and what orders she did take were thoroughly underhanded. Just as her catching of Laharl had been. That was the way of the ninja, and she'd been careless in letting herself get hurt. That was all. It'd never happen again, honest.

Still, she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do while the experiments went on. Not then at any rate. There was little Larxene, herself could do, unless she wanted to raise awareness of the organization, something that was evidently trying to be played down all of the sudden. Pity. She swished her dress once, to fit the part she was trying to play of a childish adult.

And with that, she entered into the Cheap Prayer for her planned meeting with Luxord. Oh, but what awaited her? More mocking? Of course, she could come with that in hand. Larxene may not have been as sharp tongued as Axel (which was why she enjoyed him so much), but she could match wits. And who knew, maybe Luxord would actually have something interesting to say, hm?

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"You're late." Luxord didn't even look over his shoulder at his companion as he said it. It wasn't as though they'd set a time - Luxord just enjoyed that particular turn of phrase, simply because nobody ever argued with him over it.

He already had two bright red drinks in tall glasses waiting. Taking a sip of the one closest to him, he turned on the barstool to face Larxene. "I love your clothing choice," he smirked, offering a mocking toast. "though I certainly hope you left poor Namine something to wear."

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"Of course I did!" Larxene said with a pout (she was ever-so-good at them) before she seated herself across from Luxord. "But it was such a pretty little dress, I had to borrow it!" Larxene cooed with something that almost reeked of happiness.

But her eyes clearly said elsewise. "I do miss my cloak, though. It's so much more... intimidating," she said with sigh before glancing around at the patrons of the bar-- none of the esteemed guests were there, just the civilians.

Drat. There went her plans for fun, hm?

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"Enough with the sugar," Luxord said, waving his hand airily. "You'll curdle my drink." As difficult as it would be to curdle vodka, if anybody could do it, it would be Larxene.

"True." Luxord agreed with her sentiment about the cloaks - as snappy as khaki slacks were, they couldn't exactly strike fear into the hearts of man and beast. "However, they made us stick out like the proverbial sore thumb. For now, this is the more intelligent choice."

He slid the cocktail he'd ordered for her, a bright red identical to his own, over the bar towards her. "You can at least enjoy yourself while you're here."

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Larxene giggled at Luxord's snapping, resting her chin on her hands as she looked at him, smiling as though the retort had actually been some sort of victory. Perhaps in her mind, it was. "It's not a very strong drink, then, is it?" Larxene asked obscenely sweet.

She hummed, a hand reaching out to pull the drink closer to her, though it didn't look as though she were too concerned with the drink. She was more concerned with the newly enforced good behavior. Really, couldn't they think of something better? Perhaps she'd have a fun little excursion, just... with her hood up.

It was time to welcome some of the new guests to Paixao, at any rate. She'd have to do that later. No, not later... Sooner. That brought a tiny little smirk to her face. "Oh, I do intend to enjoy myself here," sing song and cheerful.

"After all, it'd be a shame to waste any opportunity that presented itself."

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"See for yourself." The smirk returned as Luxord once again gestured towards the drink. After all, any cocktail with a name like The Roof Is On Fire would have to have some sort of kick to it.

"Indeed it would," Luxord replied pensively, swirling his drink lightly in his glass before taking a sip. "Though I doubt you'll simply wait for one to come along." Larxene was up to something, he could tell. Then again, when was she ever not?

Setting the drink back on the bar, he faced Larxene once again, the faintest hint of a smirk playing at his lips. "Cards on the table, my dear. What are you up to?"

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Larxene looked at the mug, an eyebrow raised before she pulled it close to her-- but she didn't lift it to take a drink, not yet. She didn't really feel the need to test her ability to stomach a simple drink-- besides she was fairly sure she'd only moderately like the drink.

She smiled at his next statement, but clearly she was trying to look innocent. Nevermind that it was a look she failed at, especially around those who knew her so well. Which, Luxord was one of them who knew her well enough.

"Up to?" she asked, leaning back against her chair. "I'm up to nothing-- at least not yet."

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Luxord raised an eyebrow. "Not to your liking?" he asked, gesturing lightly towards Larxene's untouched drink. "Or simply too strong?"

Ah, the innocent smile. That cinched things in Luxord's mind - she was definitely up to no good. Should all else fail, it would undoubtedly prove to be amusing. "'Yet" being the key word in that sentence, of course."

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"I never did see the point in proving your worth by drinking a simple drink," Larxene said carefully before finally lifting the drink to take a sip of it. As it were, she wasn't fond of the taste it left behind in her mouth and put the mug back down.

On the other hand, Larxene didn't really approve of drinks designed to take control away from her. It just seemed so... Unnecessary. Not fun in the slightest. But, Luxord preferred chance. Larxene preferred concrete, unalienable facts. She wasn't fond of chance.

Especially when it didn't work out in her favor. "It's so droll here, and it's been far too long since I've used the word droll... So boring, so droll. It has a nice ring to it," She said with a sing-song quality to her voice.

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"Who said anything about proving your worth?" Luxord gave a light smirk, swirling his own drink. "I simply thought you'd enjoy it. Perhaps I should invite Axel to come drinking with me next time, if you're not going to partake."

"But you're right," he continued. "Things have quieted down far too much. The game is just no fun if the players aren't on their toes. Perhaps we could pay them a visit at the festival Demyx has organized?" He turned that lazy, conniving smirk to Larxene. "Or did you have something else in mind?"

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"Are you encouraging me to break the rules, Luxord?" Larxene asked with a playful giggle punctuating her sentence for her. "Why, and everyone wonders why I'm such a bad apple, with all of your influences on me. And I'm just so terrible at being nice anyway..."

She tiled her head, resting it on the palm of her hand, while the other played with the rim of the drink. "I think I will. I haven't decided. But it'd be something interesting. And in the end, isn't that all that matters?"

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"Not as such," Luxord replied lightly, in spite of the fact that he was indeed encouraging Larxene to break the rules that had been set down for the both of them. After all, what fun was authority and intimidation without a public spectacle? "I simply think we should find out own entertainment. If that involves breaking a few rules, so be it.

"They're more like guidelines, anyways," he finished that particular train of thought with a smirk.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about it being interesting," he addressed her other statement. "After all, word on the journals is one of your favorite people will be in attendance." He took a sip of his drink, taking time to savor it before continuing on. "A young prince by the name of Laharl."

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"Laharl?" Larxene asked, a nostalgic smile on her face. Oh, it had only been a week since she'd last seen him. She wondered idly how he was doing? That very suddenly made going to the fair for a peek worth it. And maybe, just maybe, she'd see Timon again, too.

He needed a little reminder as well, didn't he? "Hmm, now that's temptation that I'm just no good at avoiding," she said slowly, almost seductively. "I may very well have to take you up on that suggestion now!"

She giggled and took another sip of the disgusting drink. Yuck... This was why she didn't drink often, not here at any rate. They didn't have any drinks with class.

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"Is that so," Luxord smirked. He couldn't claim victory - after all, he'd simply encouraged certain events he knew Larxene would be contemplating. It was a matter of coaxing, not changing her mind. Seemed his gamble had indeed payed off, as he now had a willing companion to the festival. After all, going on his own wouldn't have been any fun whatsoever.

Well, he almost had a companion. One more thing left to do.

"Shall I go with you, then?" he inquired lightly, the question simply a part of the game. "After all, a lady should always have an escort."