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[youngtimer]

"I've never heard of brownies for the top of a cobbler, I bet you'll get a lot of people trying it." He smiles, locking his apartment door behind him. Peaches and plums aren't his personal favorites, so he'll leave the taste testing to others. In fact ...

"Actually, that reminds me of something I've been meaning to mention to you." He turns to lead the way down toward the casino, tucking his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans. "You ever meet a kid minotaur named Gosalyn? She does work for Jack, you might've seen her around."

[ohmyscream]

"I'm going to try for different fruit combinations until I find the right blend," Annie admits. "I had to eat a really strictly healthy diet while I was competing. My coaches were all about encouraging us to take care of ourselves.... but I totally cheated a bunch due to my love of ice cream."

Never mind her obsession with what the local pizza place called Garbage Pizza. It was a pizza with literally every topping. Annie misses it and also needs it in her mouth someone.

"I think I heard of her. A fr.... This guy who used to be here got accused of being a bully for trying to correct her grammar." Annie wishes people stopped disappearing once she got to know them. It's creepy.

"Why? Does she need a cake? 'Cause that I can help with."

[youngtimer]

"Nah, she just -" He stops short, just outside the doors to the Lucky, as he fully parses part of what she said.

"... You talking about Obi-Wan?"

[ohmyscream]

"No. Guy named Seto," Annie supplies with a bit of a frown.

"He had a very overly serious vibe going on. Like. Doesn't make jokes that much. Or smile."

How were they friends? She blaims Noa.

if you want to handwave this b/c of Life Things, just hmu on Plurk and we can figure it out <3

[youngtimer]

"Oh. Yeah, I don't think I met him."

He opens up the casino and leads her to the elevator, which he'll program to bring them up to the VIP Lounge, where the best of the bars is.

"He doesn't sound like someone you'd hang out with, if you don't mind my sayin' so. Did you meet him through a job or something?"

[ohmyscream]

"He.... He's gone." Annie looks a bit sad.

"I kept getting close to people and then I guess She didn't like them or something. There's a number of people that are just... Gone." Annie frowns to herself.

"He was Noa Kaiba's step-brother. So it was a case of I tried being nice to him because of that." Annie personally thought Seto could have used a friend willing to call him out on his shit. That's important. She had needed that a few times.

"Honestly? I don't think he and I would have seen eye-to-eye at all if he stayed here. I'm a bit of a marshmallow."

[youngtimer]

"I happen to really like marshmallows," Five says, "especially in sandwiches with peanut butter." He gives her a reassuring grin. "So I'm pretty sure you're stuck with me."

A pause, during which he inspects the punched-tin ceiling of the elevator.

"... Does that make me the peanut butter, y'think?"

[ohmyscream]

That makes Annie laugh.

"Maybe." She gives him a pleased look like she just figured out a puzzle. Annie has in a way. She likes having this found family she is building here and having gotten adopted before she basically metaphorically pointed and went 'mine' is nice.

"But it's good. Peanut butter is incredibly handy to have around."

[youngtimer]

"I'm glad you think so," he chuckled, pushing open the doors to the VIP Lounge. The bar's shelves were glass, backlit with red lights, which made everything look like liquor from hell, and the bar seats were alternating red, black, blue, and white, like giant poker chips. He hopped up behind the bar and pulled down a bottle of tequila, intent on making himself a margarita.

"What'll it be?"

[ohmyscream]

She scuttles up to the stools then doesn't give them much consideration. Trying to navigate sitting on a stool when her body had so many limbs just wasn't worth the stress. It got a bit bothersome trying to not tangle herself up.

"I usually stayed away from anything with whiskey," Annie supplies. "I do like rum though. Ever do a Painkiller?"

Of course Annie is into something fruity. Of course, it sounds dangerous but is actually just fine as far as drinks go.

[youngtimer]

"The lesser known and better cousin of the pina colada," Five says by way of acknowledgement. He starts to pull the fruit juices out of the bar's fridge, deciding to be economical and make his own drink a pineapple margarita. Less space taken up by ingredients.

"I take it you had a fake I.D. back home?" He asks, as he starts mixing her drink. "Oh, and there are a few ottomans back there that might be easier to sit on if you want. You can drag one over, no one ever cares."

[ohmyscream]

"I don't mind piña coladas. I just hate that song," Annie says trying to avoid sounding judgmental, but she totally is. Annie acknowledges his offer and just goes to get on ottoman. It takes almost no effort to nudge it over. Getting up on it is rather easy, and she looks comfortably perched up on it. The only issue is she doesn't have the extra height the stools give.

It makes her look a bit small which isn't hard.

"Nope. My friends tended to have parents who went away a lot. Latch key kids. We did have a few responsible adults but I don't think they noticed when things went missing. It was normal stuff. Sips of vodka here and there. Sneaking craft hard cider. You know. Normal stuff."

[youngtimer]

"It's so stupid," Five agrees. "Everyone makes such a big deal about it but the truth of it is that both of the adults in the lyrics are complete idiots who were both willing to cheat on their spouse for a dumbass fling. There's nothing cute about that to me."

He doesn't mind seeming like the larger one in the room, he thinks, as he sees how diminuitive the ottoman makes Annie seem. It's a nice change of pace. He does, however, know better than to say anything out loud. She has more legs than he does, she'd pin him in a sibling fight faster than he could say 'punch buggy'.

"Okay," he said, pausing to shake her drink into submission before pouring it out. "It's just us, so I won't feel dumb for asking. What the hell is a latch-key kid?"

[ohmyscream]

"Mom says they deserve each other," Annie supplies looking amused. "She said people like that make most divorce lawyers very busy people. Also why she refuses to take on divorce cases."

Annie has zero experience with actual sibling fights. However, she is the Queen of tickle wars with her close friends. Annie just gives him a surprised look.

"Okay. So basically it's a kid who doesn't have a lot of parental supervision. Given a key and allowed to go out and do.... whatever. They're expected to be more self-sufficient but also just... don't have anyone waiting for them after school. Most of my classmates had that kind of situation. All our folks were busy."

[youngtimer]

He laughs a little. "So basically, the exact opposite of what me and my siblings were. No wonder I didn't know what it was." He finishes her drink and slides it to the other side of the bar where she can reach it, before starting in on his own. He has made it very, very strong, but the sweetness of the juice keeps it from being a complete kick to the head.

"So, where do you wanna go hunting?"