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WHO: Byerly n Vanadi
WHAT: a stray cat (elf) slides around for a visit
WHEN: Third week of August
WHERE: Byerly's place
NOTES: n/a

[ Vanadi has had quite a week, and would like nothing more than to never think of any of it again. That's probably not very likely, but he can at least find some kind of distraction -- which is the thought that brings him to Byerly's door late in the evening, a bottle of gin in hand. He's not certain the man is home -- or even if he'll be welcome in such unannounced circumstances. Or perhaps Byerly might have company, and not be the sort of man (or it be the sort of company) to want to share. There are a hundred reasons this may not be precisely the best idea, but Vanadi knocks regardless.

He looks tired, with dark rings under his eyes, thought of course there's a certain weariness that's always with him and this isn't so far past the norm. He pushes it aside as he knocks, standing himself up a little straighter, pushing his shoulders back a little more. It had been the charming and flirtatious face that had first set him on the right foot with Byerly, so in the spirit of taking no chances, that's the face he pulls on as he waits for response. ]

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At least for the time being? [ He quirks a smile. ] Something to look forward to, then.

Oh, it'll happen in time, no doubt.

[ He reaches out to stroke Vanadi's cheek. ]

I just want to earn it first. Unless my being completely incredible in bed one time is payment enough.

[ He has earned it, as far as Vanadi is concerned, but he holds his tongue on the thought. Instead he catches that hand, turning his head to plant a kiss in its palm. ]

Whenever you remember this old hurt, think of my offer. [ The lips brushing that palm form a grin. ] And in the meantime, let's make it two times, and see where we stand.