Coyote (
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stepsideways2012-09-23 09:52 am
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he always means well
He sits at the end of the bar, nursing a whiskey and looking like he's been here forever even though it's been, dunno, 10 years since he last wandered through, give or take. The bartender, who's always happy to talk and flirt, is giving him a wide berth, probably still remembering the time she spent as a mockingbird. It wasn't his fault that she had wanted to sing like a bird.
He sighs and stares into his glass, the loneliest sight you've ever seen. There's not much he wouldn't give for some company right now.
[ooc: Make arrangements for what the deal will be and how it will go wrong here!]
He sighs and stares into his glass, the loneliest sight you've ever seen. There's not much he wouldn't give for some company right now.
[ooc: Make arrangements for what the deal will be and how it will go wrong here!]
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"Never seen you 'round these parts," he said. "You new in town?"
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He takes the hand and shakes it, firm enough.
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"Always glad to be of service," he tells Alec, and takes a long sip of his drink. "Care to unburden your soul? Maybe I could offer you something more useful than a beer."
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The goblin king took an instant interest in the shaggy fellow at the end of the bar. There's something about him--something more than human.
That's worth a hello, at least.
Jareth saunters over to the stranger, sequined cape following him like a shadow. "Well. Are you a sorry sight."
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But Coyote's never been one to play it safe.
"Afraid not everyone can pull off the glitter," he says cheerfully, but his tone implies that Jareth isn't pulling it off too well either.
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"Not everyone cares to stand out." Jareth takes a seat and immediately appropriates the neighboring barstool for his booted feet. "In fact, I've found that most are quite happy to walk about in slovenly disarray."
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One of the snakes curls around Coyote's poking finger. They're not, to Jareth's eternal dismay, terribly frightening snakes. He needs a goblin to make a proper python, and his own magic, while powerful, tends to be considerably less lethal than Jareth might like.