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"As to you Owle." He broke the handshake and made his way towards his seat. Wasn't looking where he was going, his head was turned to talk to Owle the whole way.

"I wouldn't call myself a friend of Kaikou. More a friend of a friend," A chair squeaked across the ground as he bumped into it, "Eeeh ummm, yeah, I'm more of the guy that rolls his eyes when his buddies bring her along. It's all very sitcomy. And yes, Chuck does work for me."

The company head finally made his way to the chair, pulled the sucker out, and plopped his weight down on it. Then came the balancing act, to see how far he could lean back on one of the Firebrands slightly more than rustic style chairs without seeming like a jackass.

More of a jackass.

"Drinks." He took that word strangely serious considering the rest of the conversation, "What to have. I suppose the bourbon will work, whatever Gambino brand is available is fine. Eeeeeuh, double for me and a single for Rain. I like him, but I'm not trying to get him drunk."

"And do you have any bar peanuts or something. I won't eat them but I may need ammo if some other patron," he looked around the relative emptiness of an AM bar, "Gets all rowdy or something. Though if they're salted I may reconsider the eating thing."

Sometimes it seriously seemed like maturity wise Joseph peaked at twelve.

"I'd like to do more than roll my eyes at Sey," Owle chuckled. "She hasn't been the same since Grand Battle, and I can't say the changes were for the better, either."

She watched him as his chair threatened to topple over, and bit back the warning she might have offered. It was impolite to scold a guest like a child - nevermind that she'd just done the same to Rain. If Joseph wanted to crash head first onto the stone floor, she'd just laugh at him.

"Ammo? Well, I'll try to scrounge up some salted peanuts...though the best ammo you have is the thing you're sitting on."

Owle gestured to his chair, then turned toward the bar to start preparing his drinks.

Rain interrupted her on the way there, holding out his hands for inspection like he was her son after a day out of doors. "More than," Owle said, nodding approvingly. "You look much better. How in the world did you manage to get all that fruit on you, anyway?"

"So, its not too early to serve that bourbon after all, I take it?"

"Not at all," Owle answered, staring at the mixing bowl in her hands before setting it down on the bartop. A minute later, she came to their table, laying the drinks before them: A double bourbon for Joseph, and a single for Rain, in the brand Rafe always ordered when he came in here. "I'll be right back with those peanuts."

And with that, she disappeared into the kitchen.

A second later, she darted out of the kitchen, snatched up the mixing bowl, and ran back in.

"Melee weapons-"

Too much dramatic entrance was never enough.

Kalis came down the stairs one slow step followed by another, hands tucked into his pockets, with a baggy buttoning shirt, gray, untucked, and rumpled like no other, sleeves rolled up to the elbow. The several top buttons were undone, showing a small bit of undershirt, and particles of water along his pale color bones and neck. But not so obvious as his drenched hair, dark brown strands sticking to his face. The same pair of jeans, clean but stained time and time again, bagged up over the- once more- same armored boots. Because new shoes were expensive.

Why had no one been informed of his jumping through a morning shower in attempt to wake himself up from a dream of giant.... teleportation wolves? Well. It just wasn't the sort of thing you wanted to talk about.

"-infinite ammunition."

He didn't have the sword on his person, but he absently reached up over his right shoulder with the left arm and flicked a finger, as if to click it off the hilt. Slumping down the rest of the stairs, one step at a time as he let the weight of his feet pull him down, he cast his eyes over Owle, Rain, and- someone else.

"Guest...?" he put a hand into his hair, looking at the man for just a moment. Yes, the one in nothing remotely formal but a blazer thrown over the kind of clothing you saved for lazing about the house, leaned way back in his seat. Him, and the blue-headed little shapeshifter who didn't look particularly more put together than before. Yeah.... forget that. He stuck the hand back in his pocket and slid down the rest of the steps.

"I can see booze before noon, but can't the violence wait? 'm still sleeping." he yawned as if to prove it, not bothering to cover the gaping maw, and slumped at the far end of the bar.

Not to eat, maybe or maybe not to talk. Not really doing anything. Just there.

Yes. It was one of those days.

"Ignore the comment about ammo, I don't know what I'm talking about." If rain wanted to talk about business then Joseph would talk about business, "Can't be too slilly now that there's enough people in here to qualify as an audience. And drinks, thanks muchly."

First thing was first, take a long drink while all this havoc was going down. Let the stairmaster finish speaking, the barrelling through the bar and anything that could make a noise. Everything finished? Well, not really, but it was good enough for Joseph to put his drink down. It was about then that Joseph reached into one of his jacket's many inside pockets.

"Y'see Rain, I like this idea of getting down to business." He began as he switched his search to another pocket, "Because that allows me to play with the toys I brought."

There it was.

"Now, what I'm about to show you may wow and amaze you." He took out what looked to be a disk a little smaller than a CD, though quite a bit thicker, with a few buttons and a lense, "As it's... Well all awesome like."

Joseph placed the disk on the centre of the table and hit one of those buttons. Right then a beam of light shot up into the air, and that was about it. Hitting a few more buttons the light shifted colours untill Joseph finnaly seemed happy with that. He turened his attention to a dial on the side of this disk and began to fiddle with it incesantly. The light seemed to spread out and focus more, but really didn't do anything.

Joseph looked kind of pissy. Thus he pounded his fist on the table.

After the disk bounced on the table it began to produce a perfect replecation of a rocky island dotted with trees, floating right there in the front of them. Ain't holographic technology wonderful.

"This is Evergreen Island." He sounded a bit more triumpthant than he should.

Owle, after putting the mixing bowl away, brushing her hair into a vague imitation of order, and finding out where Rage had stuck the salted peanuts, emerged from the kitchen triumphantly with a bowlful of ammo for Joseph Brown.

She paused, squinting at the floating rock that seemed to have somehow gotten into the building without her noticing. "Why is there a floating rock in my bar?" she asked, puzzled, staring at the hologram. Actually, now that she looked a little more closely, she could see there were miniature trees and things growing out of the rock. On the pretext of delivering the peanuts, she edged closer to the image of Evergreen Island.

Unobtrusively, she set the little bowl down near Joseph, then poked experimentally at the picture. Her eyes widened in surprise when her finger went straight through it, and she quickly backed away from the table.

"...why is there a wolf on my bar?" she asked, with slightly less puzzlement. There was some precedent for wolves appearing in her bar, including the incident of herself turning into one. They had just never had the audacity to actually walk on the countertop before.

There was also, she noticed, a Kalis on her bar, which she approached with a little grin on her face. She bent over him, tilting her head until it was at the same angle as his own slumped over face.

"Hey you."

She pulled back, slowly, before their noses touched, just barely avoiding the collision. "Good morning."

She had some vague recollections of him having come into her room to wake her...she'd been so sleepy at that moment that it almost could have been a dream. And he had disappeared soon after, at much the same time if in a much more mundane manner than the wolf did.

"I wasn't really awake before," she apologized, then glanced around the bar. "Yeah. It is."

Five people really shouldn't be considered busy, but given the current lack of customers...it was a damn busy day.

"You got any plans for today?"

The words leapt out of her mouth before she even thought them through. She didn't think about where it could go, what she might say or do if he said no. She just talked.

She watched him move away, and repented slightly having got right up in his face like she had.

"No, no, nothing like that," Owle answered, shaking her head with a smile. "I was just wondering...you know..."

She took a deep breath, then let it out again. Preparing herself.

"When I want to wind down, get away from things, I just walk out the Firebrand's door and go wherever my feet and the road might take me. Sometimes I go off the road. I mean, most of the time I go off the road, but...you know what I mean, right?"

She tugged at a strand of long blue hair, a nervous habit she'd never broken.

"Um, anyway, I was wondering if, maybe...you wanted to come with me? As soon as Rand's up and has eaten breakfast, I can leave him and the dwarves in charge of the bar..."

Owle trailed off, uncertainly. Her heart pounding in her chest for no good reason as she awaited his reaction.