Eliot

[shadows_fall]

Leaving Robin behind, Fox slunk through the bar, weaving through the tables and taking a seat beside the tall, dark haired man. 

"Hello," the imp purred, smiling his sharp little grin and leaning in just a little. "Buy me a drink?"

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[eliot_thespectacular]

“What kind of mischief?” Eliot grinned.

[shadows_fall]

"Depends on the company," Fox grinned, sipping his drink again. "What sort of company are you, I wonder? A little vandalism? Petty theft? Maybe something more physical..."

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot laughed. “Well. I do bite.”