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[withmeinparadise]

[ Sam waves a hand dismissively. ]

S'water under the bridge.

[ He went past their usual flirting into making her tell him again that she's not interested, and it's not exactly something he's jonesing to hear a third time. So if they just ignore that it happened, it'll be fine. Completely fine. ]

[evocation]

[She shoots him a warm, grateful smile.]

Thanks.

[And then she turns away to make him that second drink. This one's a little more involved, but after a moment or so, she plunks an old fashioned down in front of him.]

It's okay that you don't want to help. I think I get it.

[withmeinparadise]

[ Aaaaaand here's why he's being cautious, right here. He still is. ]

Huh. [ Extremely eloquent. He's already attempting to escape the conversation by picking up the lowball and taking a sip. ] This, uh, this is good, y'know.

[evocation]

[She senses that discomfort, so she just tilts her head and lets him change the subject.]

Thanks. Do you feel fancy?

[withmeinparadise]

Sure.

[ Are old fashioneds fancy? Who knows. All that matters is that they're not talking about him anymore. ]

Too bad you're working, I'd tell you to join me.

[evocation]

I can join you later. My shift is pretty short.

[But, that brings up an important question:]

What kind of fancy drink do you think I'd like? I'm gonna judge your answer.

[withmeinparadise]

Daiquiri.

[ Without so much as a moment of hesitation. ]

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[She bursts out laughing, as much at the certainty as at the answer.]

Why a daiquiri?

[withmeinparadise]

What, you're telling me you don't like daiquiris?

[evocation]

[She pauses, nose wrinkling.]

I like daiquiris. Shut up. Why do I give off a daiquiri vibe?

[withmeinparadise]

Eh, call it instinct.

[ Teasing, taking a sip of his old fashioned. ]

Strawberry, probably.

[evocation]

Oh, so you're saying I'm super girly, huh?

[withmeinparadise]

I'm saying you probably like strawberries.

[evocation]

That's it? No psychoanalyzing? No horoscope?

[withmeinparadise]

All right, what's your horoscope?

[evocation]

I'm an Aries. What about you?

[withmeinparadise]

Sagittarius.

[evocation]

Of course you're a Sagittarius.

[She would have said that no matter what his answer had been.]

[withmeinparadise]

[ With a laugh: ]

What's that supposed to mean?

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You know, charismatic, funny, can't sit still.

[withmeinparadise]

Hey, I can sit still.

[ Was he just tapping his fingers idly against the bartop? Don't worry about it, he stopped. ]

[evocation]

[Kyna laughs, tapping her finger against the back of his hand.]

Uh-huh. You're chill all the time.

[withmeinparadise]

[ So his chest glows like Morse code for a second or two, because of course he's a moron wearing a tank top under an open button-down. Oh well. Just little flickers of longing and affection and wariness, like normal people have, and an easy grin. ]

So what're Aries people supposed to be like?

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[The wariness makes her heart twist, and she pulls her hand away. She only hesitates for a second, though, forcing herself back into teasing mode. It's fine. Totally fine.]

Awesome.

[Duh.]

Uh, intense, impulsive. You know. Fiery.

[withmeinparadise]

S'a goat, right? Or a ram?

[ Look, astrology isn't real, why would he care about the details here. ]

Figured hard-headed'd be on the list.