4th code - audio

[winksandnods]

[Talking with Julian had not caused the restlessness, but it had certainly brought it to the fore of his mind. He'd tried to push it aside, but...

It was difficult to keep his concentration when he had no clear path to pursue and when he had gone nearly four months without sex. At least when he was used to not going more than a few days without someone. Not always someone new, not always someone good. But even when he got terribly wrapped up in his work, there was always some distraction to be had.

Some little break so that he could return refreshed.

So. Journal.]

Despite its usually infallable use, the bar here seems useless in this regard, so I'll ask those who might know better.

Where does one spend their time in this town if they're looking for company?

[He's being polite, Luceti.

...While also wondering just how true it is that there are no laws here. He isn't certain enough to be fully upfront about what he's looking for, but...

It's worth experimenting, at least.]

Comments

[herotypical]

What? Not until month numero six?

[winksandnods]

Not ever.

[herotypical]

Gee. Big player in the house. What am I even supposed to say in a situation like this? Sorry? Better luck next time? Plenty more winged fish in the sea?

[winksandnods]

"I apologise for thinking you have poor enough taste that saying something like that would work on someone you would be attracted to" would be a start.

[And still with that not-quite-serious tone. Probably.]

[herotypical]

Hey. Don't blame me. I don't know you from Joe Sleaze. Awkwardly? I now know more about your current love life than about things like, say, your name...?

[winksandnods]

Hardly my fault that's not what you asked about first.

Anthony Blunt.

1/?

[herotypical]

Hardly my fault you went with a totally lame metaph--

Anthony?

2/?

[herotypical]

Blunt. Anthony Blunt.

3/?

[herotypical]

[ jules's ex. ]

4/?

[herotypical]

[ and the guy she's supposed to find a hook-up for. ]

5/6

[herotypical]

...Huh.

6/6

[herotypical]

I was made to believe that things were a lot more dire than four months, Anthony. A lot a lot.

[winksandnods]

[...How does she know him?

Guy? Kim? Julian? Facts?

The latter's the most dangerous, the most cause for concern. But...

But then.

Ah. Good.

He can chuckle, more out of relief than amusement now.]

Four months is dire, Miss...?

[herotypical]

Summers -- comma -- Buffy.

[ sort of a flash name in these parts. ]

[winksandnods]

Ah, yes. [He knows the name mostly because he knows who runs Good Spirits. Doesn't know her by voice, but he knows her name.

After all, he didn't have much reason beyond ordering drinks to pay attention to a female bartender.]

[herotypical]

I'm a -- uhm -- friend of Jules's. Julian's. I mean.

[winksandnods]

[Forgive the laugh.

That does not surprise him at all.]

Ah. Should I be worried about what he's told you about me?

[herotypical]

Honestly? You've kinda already confirmed the worst of it. Don't sweat.

[winksandnods]

I'm shocked, then.

[Except not really.]

[herotypical]

He told me you were good-looking. That, I'm afraid, has yet to be adequately confirmed. You can barely tell a thing from these little screens.

[winksandnods]

[A chuckle.]

I'll introduce myself properly next time I'm in Good Spirits, then.

[herotypical]

Please do. I promise I won't bite. In fact -- we have a no-biting policy at the bar.

[winksandnods]

[He will resist the urge to make a remark on that. Instead, he just chuckles.]

I look forward to it, then.

[herotypical]

[ sadly...it was a vampire joke. audience of one: buffy summers. ]

And I look forward to fixing your little four month problem. Somehow.

[ actually that probably sounds really awful. it probably sounds like... ] Not me, personally! God. No. Think of me more like your...[ pimp? ]

You know what? Let's abandon ship on that whole sentence.

[winksandnods]

[Another laugh.]

I should hope you had no aspirations of solving it personally.