The Perk, Wednesday Early Evening

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One of April's many (slightly creepy) hobbies was sitting in a coffee shop and staring at passersby. Not looking. Staring.

It was actually one of her favorite activities. There were no words to describe the pleasure that April got from following someone with her eyes from all the way across the street, casting a judgmental look in the person's direction every time they stumbled or picked their nose. That, that right there -- it was pure bliss, plain and simple.

Or it was just a fun way to spend an evening. Whatever.

That was what April was doing this evening, at any rate. Nursing a coffee (which had improved significantly since the last time she'd come here, thank you so very much, barista) and staring at people. Fun, no?

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A man could not, in fact, live on wine alone, and over the last nine months Tyrion had developed quite a taste for caffeinated beverages.

He had not, however, lost any of his sensitivity about being watched. So, when he passed April's table on the way to the one he'd decided was his own and noticed her staring, he shot out a slightly irritated, "I'm not going to do a trick, you know."

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"I know," April said emotionlessly. "If you were going to do one you would've done it by now."

And for the record, the lack of a trick was pretty disappointing. God, Tyrion.

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"I might be holding off until we know each other better," Tyrion offered, but now he was curious. "I've not seen you before, have I?"

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"Nope," said April. "Not unless you can... see through apartment walls." Which would be kind of a cool trick, actually. But, you know. Creepy. "I'm April. New-ish here."

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"I can't, and I haven't even bothered drilling peepholes," Tyrion said. Because that was comforting.

"I'm Tyrion Lannister. I got here last September."

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"Cool," April said. "You aren't dead or a pony yet."

Just making an observation.

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"No," Tyrion said. "The pony bit was this weekend, and thank you for reminding me. Did it hit you as well?"

He'd also been dead overnight, but that seemed a bit much to drop on someone at first meeting.

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"Well," April said, "not unless you count the girl in my bar who needed to drink from a trough."

It was 'her bar' now, apparently. Which was beginning to sound a tad kinky.

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"Please tell me it was because she was a pony, and not because that's the custom where she comes from," Tyrion asked, before something else occurred to him. "You bought a bar? Which one?"

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April snorted. "Pony," she said. "And no. I have a shift." Which still made it hers, because... shut up. "Caritas."

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"That's the one I don't go into as often," Tyrion shared. "It tends to be overrun with students."

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April shrugged. "It's where I'm working," she said. "Long as there aren't twelve-year-olds running around, I'm good."

"So you're a... teacher?"

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"No, but they let me do it here anyhow," Tyrion said. "What are you, back where you're from?"

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April shrugged. She was very fond of shrugging. It communicated all three of the emotions she regularly expressed.

"College student," she said without much interest. "Summer-break... person." In a rare moment of curiosity, she asked, "You?"

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Tyrion had to give it some thought. "Rich man's younger son," he finally said, with a slight air of apology. "The place where I'm from doesn't have jobs the way they do here."

Not for nobles, anyhow.

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"Nice."

What? It was impressive.

"Got a castle?"

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"Actually yes," Tyrion said, surprised but not bothered by the question. "Casterly Rock. It's more a fortress than a castle, they carved the bloody thing into a rocky hill."

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"Cool." Beat. "Is that literal-bloody, or English-slang bloody?"

Guess which one she thought would be cooler. Go on, guess.

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"The slang one, at the moment," Tyrion said. (He supposed his word choice was British by April's standards; he knew people kept telling him his accent sounded that way. Why different worlds would share not just a language but an accent was a mystery better left to wiser men.) "Why, are you from a place that's literal-bloody?"

He didn't think so; nothing about the girl spoke of war. But he'd been surprised before.

[OOC: Night!]

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"No." She paused. "Not except in metal music."

Sounded legit.

"Just seemed like an interesting design for a castle."