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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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[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?

[changeitroundsome]

[He takes his wine glass, twirling it idly between his fingers - just for something for his hands to do, to hide his genuine concern here. Shadow does not hide his emotions, he has flittered off to 'pace' on the ceiling.]

Because I got one of my own today. Permanent like.

[maced_eggs]

Is that right?

[He glances up at Shadow, curious and a little nervous. Mason's never been the most observant of creatures, but he can tell something is off about Facilier's mood]

You all right, mate?

[changeitroundsome]

[Facilier does not like to talk about himself. His own cards are always close to his chest. So, he tries to do this in the most roundabout way possible. He exhales.]

Just not all that keen on havin' someone with all the details of my life at their fingertips.

[maced_eggs]

[Mason, oblivious, only seems to be expressing genuine concern]

Yeah. Yeah, that's unfortunate. But you knew it had to happen eventually, right?

[changeitroundsome]

[What is this concern? Can you eat it?]

I did, but it don't mean I liked the idea any. Ain't fair, them being able to know everything about us, and us not getting the same about them.

[maced_eggs]

[Damn it Facilier]

It's only one person that knows everything. I don't think they're running about sharing our file with other wardens.

...Least, I don't think they are.

[changeitroundsome]

[He's here to make your life easier and not in the least bit more paranoid.]

Don't mean that they can't, though, does it? Ain't nothing stopping them if they really want to.

[maced_eggs]

S'true.

But what secrets do you have that can't stand revealing? You're already dead, mate. Can't get much worse.

[changeitroundsome]

[Darkly.]

It can get a lot worse.

[maced_eggs]

Well...tell me, then.

If your warden's going to find out anyway from your file, you can practice what you're going to say to her on me.

[changeitroundsome]

I don't practise on anyone. [He doesn't TRUST anyone. His life, his real life, is his and his alone. Letting his guard down for anyone is an impossibility. The world is full of backstabbers, and you need to be the same to survive. Just the way things were.]

Thanks for the offer, though. Reckon I'll just wing it. [Or try to kill her. No. That would probably end badly.]

[maced_eggs]

[Mason tries not to look disappointed or hurt, but he fails. As with everything]

Well, why not? C'mon, I won't tell anyone. I'm very trustworthy.

[changeitroundsome]

[Jesus, Mason. He looks like a kicked puppy. Facilier makes a disgruntled sound.]

I don't like sharing.