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Character(s): Megara, open
Content: Megara in the Seventh Heaven. Again.
Setting: Seventh Heaven [G7]
Time: Week 28, all day
Warnings: None

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It was a lot harder to run a business when it was just you doing the work. Megara had no idea what to do about her former employees -- she assumed Yuna was out having adventures with her plucky gang of heroes and Tiana clearly suffered from some kind of mental breakdown -- so it was up to her to keep things in order. Luckily, business was slow. It seemed the majority of Paixao's natives had decided the Seventh Heaven was no longer part of their city...which only left the visitors. Most of which were busy with their own adventures.

Meg was just fine staying where she was. She'd had enough adventures in her life to last a lifetime. For now, she was content to stand behind the empty bar, polishing glasses and wondering what to eat for lunch.

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Reddas was too impassioned by the revolutionary in him to really pay attention to Meg's bitter opinion on the other visitors of the Paixao town.

"There has been time spent here long enough to know errs have been cast wrongfully against the visits. Proletarian assimilation is no caste by which a society functions," he said with hands gesturing around him, speaking as though Megara would be absolutely thrilled by his rhetoric.

Meg stared at Reddas with a deadpan expression, clearly unimpressed. "Uh huh. Well, guess it's a good thing you're on our side. Hate for our heroes to be talked to death."

She leaned forward and filled his drink up with a smirk. "What does a king know about revolution, anyway?"

Meg didn't seem to take Reddas words seriously. From an outsider's perspective, no one could blame her for putting up with Reddas' more convoluted speaking style. It still led Reddas to bring her into the conversation's fold. "And what is entwined upon your destiny, Megara? Your libations certainly boost morale. Do you embrace the inevitable turn?"

Reddas chuckled briefly under his breath as he took another sip of his drink and cleaned off his lips savoring the taste. "I am a king in the way a lion is king: though my influence is present, the borders of my kingdom remain hazy. Additionally, the den is occupied by jackals, not lions. Pirates are and ever will be the agents of cacophony, even in the age of silence."

"Not a big fan of destiny," she replied, pushing away from the counter. "And I can't say I do a lot of embracing, either." Meg lifted her hands, her narrow shoulders rising in a shrug. "I'm just doing what I always do: getting by on my own, living day to day. When you look out for number one, you tend to roll with the...'inevitable turn.'"

The last of his drink swirled around the bottom of the glass. After straightening his wrist and sipping away at the last gulp, he placed the glass closer to Megara and concluded, "If you are certain of it, I will not refute your mantra." He placed his hands on the bar, sliding his palms against it. "I thank you for your hospitality and admire your establishment."

He placed more than enough money for the drink and a tip for Megara. "Until we meet again, and we will," he said, sure that he was to see her again.

Her eyebrows arched at the amount of money on the counter; no matter what the currency, that seemed a little steep for a drink. But if he wanted to throw his money away, who was she to argue? She needed something to start fresh in this hovel anyway.

"Uh...yeah," she could only reply, shooting him a glance that was part suspicion and part bemusement. "Thanks."

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