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[changeitroundsome]

[31st - Open spam in the pub]

[Facilier knew it was only a matter of time before he got himself a permanent Warden. He'd done well to get this far, he supposed, at least it had given him time to stockpile gris gris in the unlikely event he'd ever get his powers back proper again. It wasn't that he especially disliked Kira, either, she rankled him no more than any other average shmuck on the street, and at least she tried to be tolerable.

No, what worried him the most was that now she has his file. His whole life, there for her to read and digest. For a man who lived by his lies, for whom the truth was something never truly spoken, where the con was everything, this was decidedly Not Good. Everything he built so far here could come tumbling down like a house of cards, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. It was almost like being home again, having other people be able to hold power over him, and he hated hit.

So, when any other poor soul of prohibition would be enjoying the first new years in a lot of new years getting as sozzled as humanly possible, Facilier spent the night with just one glass of wine, thinking. As tempting as the idea was to get hammered, he'd need sobriety for this. If he could just find some way, any way, to work this colossal pain in the backside to his advantage, he might make this a somewhat bearable partnership.

He'll be civil to anyone who comes by to see him, but his usual charisma is dimmed. ]

[1st - Private to Kira]

[After a restless night, Facilier knows he has to bite the bullet. If he stays silent too long, his guilt will be damning. Best get this out and done with quickly, like ripping off a band aid. When he talks, the ease and charm is back in his tone. He needs to bring his A game to this.]

So. Looks like the Admiral decided we'd be a good fit for one another after all.

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[Spam]

[maced_eggs]

[Mason, banned from the pub, is still trying to sneak in. He knocks on the door and gives a piteous whine]

C'monnnn.

C'mon! Open the fuckin' door! Please, I'm dying for a drink out here!

So thirsty.

[changeitroundsome]

[Mason, don't be so pathetic. Facilier arches one eyebrow, before casually getting to his feet and striding to the door, opening it.]

They're called 'door handles', Mason.

[maced_eggs]

[He blinks up at Facilier, sitting on the floor and gazing up at the man]

..S'locked from the outside.

[changeitroundsome]

[He's going to let Mason stay there, on the floor. He's still used up all of Facilier's humanitarian points on the sandwich. ]

Don't know any Wardens to charm your way in?

[maced_eggs]

I know plenty of wardens. None of them are letting me in.

[He climbs to his feet and skirts inside the door]

Thanks, mate.

[changeitroundsome]

Ain't especially nice of them.

[He gives a shrug, returning to his table.]

Don't mention it.

[maced_eggs]

[He grins, and drops down at the same table as Facilier]

So what're we drinking?

[changeitroundsome]

Well, I'm drinking a glass of wine. [He hand curls around it a touch protectively.] I don't much know what you're gonna drink. Reckon that's up to you.

[maced_eggs]

Right. I'mma get me a pint then. Wine? Really?

[changeitroundsome]

[Facilier arches one eyebrow.] What's wrong with wine?

[maced_eggs]

Bit of a refined drink for this place.

[changeitroundsome]

What can I say? I have refined tastes.

[Wants what he can't have back home, and all that. Always reaching for the finery.]

[maced_eggs]

Or it's free an' you want the pricy things. Can't say I blame you.

[changeitroundsome]

What can I say? Old habits die hard.

[maced_eggs]

Right. I'mma go get a pint. Stay right there.

[He scrambles up out of his seat to go to the bar]

[changeitroundsome]

[Facilier gives an idle shrug, sipping his wine. He supposed if he was going to have company, Mason's wasn't the worst on the Barge.]

Not plannin' on goin' anywhere.

[maced_eggs]

[He grins, and Mason's off towards the bar, seizing upon a pint of beer and bringing it back]

So how come you weren't all wee last week?

[changeitroundsome]

[Facilier gives a shrug.]

Luck, I reckon. About time it started to work for me.

[There's a pause, and he sits back a little, steepling his fingers together.]

You've had a Warden for a while, haven't you?

[maced_eggs]

Gwenny? Yeah. Yeah, we've been together a while now, hasn't it been?

What d'you want to know about that for?

[private]

[whatthefoxsay]

[Has she read his file yet? When she answers him, her expression is pleasant enough, but it's a poker face. Yeah.]

It seems he does. Success is generally directly related to how much a person is willing to change, though.

[She's not entirely convinced you want to change, Facilier.]

[changeitroundsome]

[He can't read that expression, and he hates it. Best play it like she's read it, but not mention the details unless she does better safe than sorry. ]

Never been a big fan of this idea that changin' a person constitutes as a 'success'.

[Not even a tiny little bit.]

[whatthefoxsay]

Depends on the change, doesn't it?

[The question is posed calmly.]

Did you like your present?

[changeitroundsome]

Suppose it does.

[A smile tugs at his lips, he won;t allow himself to be distracted, but he'll play along.]

Sure did, thank you kindly. Don't celebrate Christmas myself, so best I can offer is my gratitude.

[whatthefoxsay]

It's not right to expect anything when giving someone a gift, but gratitude is actually the best thing you can receive in turn. [Whether he means it or not, she's going to politely take it at face value. But the point is, giving gifts ain't about getting gifts.]

[changeitroundsome]

Then my gratitude, you can have.

[He doesn't believe it for a second. Everyone's out for something, might as well be ahead of them and be out for everything, or risk losing more.]