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[last_adam]

*Adam wanders. He's gotten sick of wandering the circle of his- Crowley's flat, and so he's returned to the bar. Two, three, four times he wandered by Lucy's door, eyeing it, and not knocking. A drink or two later, he's back, and sitting on the floor, and still not knocking. Frowning, he starts to leave, and it's not until he's almost at the door that he remembers Alanna's comment from the other night. It's not easy to find her room in the staff quarters, he'd only been once, and it wasn't by himself, but he finds it eventually. He's gearing up the courage to knock, and wondering why, exactly, it feels like it needs courage, when he instead leans against the wall and slides to the floor.*

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[the_lioness]

*Alanna had fallen asleep reading on the couch, but the dull thud just outside her door causes her to leap up and reach for her dagger. It is in her hand before she fully processes that she is in her room, the fire low but still bright enough to see. Curious, she stomps her feet against a chill and walks over to the door.

Of course, the last time she opened the door because someone made noise in the hallway, Bernard and Tonks had been kissing up against a wall.

Hoping she won't have to revisit that unique brand of embarrassment, Alanna opens the door and sees... nothing. She frowns, certain that something had woken her up. Moving into the hallway, she finally spies Adam sitting near her door. She blinks and crouches down beside him.*

Adam... are you alright?

[last_adam]

*Adam looks a bit shocked at the dagger in her hand, but managees to cover it fairly quickly.*

Yeah, I just-

*he looks up and down the hallway.*

was looking for you.

[the_lioness]

*Alanna had completely forgotten about the dagger, and blinks at it with almost as much surprise as Adam.*

Oh! Sorry. Old habits die hard. *She shuffles it around, but doesn't really have anywhere to put it.* Well, you found me.

*She bites her lip.*

Do you want to come in?

[last_adam]

*Adam frowns at the knife, and helps himself up off the ground.*

Don't want to be a bother.

[the_lioness]

Don't irritate the woman with the dagger, Adam.

*Quirking an eyebrow, she grabs his hand and tugs gently, pulling him into the room.*

Of course you're not a bother. Ever.

[last_adam]

*Adam nods, and grins slightly at her pull, using the chance to take a look around her flat.*

Well, you said I could, and so-

*he shrugs*

[the_lioness]

Exactly. I do not say things I do not mean. *She blinks.* Unless I'm teasing Thom.

*Alanna blushes, looking around the room and wondering what Adam will make of it. Thom's tutu still dangles from the lion's head mounted above the fireplace, courtesy of Mina's trip to Africa. Books are stacked near the couch, an apple core tossed carelessly on one ancient looking volume. She sighs and gestures toward the couch.*

Have a seat. Want something to drink?

*She eyes the kitchen area worriedly.*

[last_adam]

And I'm certainly not Thom.

*he smiles a little crookedly, and takes a seat on the couch, leaning his head back.*

Um. Water? Rum?

*he laughs.*

[the_lioness]

No, you're not. Far too tall, with much better fashion sense.

*Alanna grins.*

Something tells me you might need the rum. Just a moment.

*She returns a minute later with a bottle and two glasses pinched between her index and middle fingers. Squinting, she pours some into a glass and passes it to him, but doesn't pour herself any just yet. Instead, she looks at him expectantly, figuring he'll start talking when he wants to.*

[last_adam]

*Adam takes a large sip of rum from his glass and winces at her.*

Thom has a fashion sense?

[the_lioness]

Thom has a fashion disease.

*She shakes her head, using her Gift to stoke the flames. The fire briefly glows violet. Sighing, Alanna pours a large amount of rum in her glass, sets the bottle on the floor and takes a long drink.

It doesn't surprise her in the slightest that Adam is being tight-lipped. Perhaps she should simply distract him.*

I went to Narnia.

[last_adam]

*That nearly makes him drop his glass. He certainly chokes.*

Really.

[the_lioness]

Really.

*Alanna's hand jerks spasmodically, and she frowns at the fire. After a moment, she laughs in a self-deprecating manner.*

Almost didn't come back. It was... beautiful. Unlike anything I've ever seen, and I can't stop thinking about it. *She pauses for another drink.* I rode a talking horse.

[last_adam]

*Adam holds his glass up to his mouth, drinking slowly, trying to hide his face.*

I hear it's quite nice.

[the_lioness]

*She slowly turns to look at him.*

It is, but... *She hesitates, confused.* I almost wish I hadn't gone. Things look different after such an experience.

*Shaking herself, she pulls her legs up under her and eyes him.*

What have you been doing in my absence?

[last_adam]

How do things look different? Things here, you mean?

*he stares down into his empty glass and eyes the bottle hesitantly before pouring himself a bit more.*

[the_lioness]

Yes. Well, to be honest? Me.

*Alanna whispers, pursing her lips a bit. She's not entirely clear on what she means herself, so she bites her lip rather than try to explain.*

You're avoiding my question.

[last_adam]

Me, avoid? *he laughs, and takes another sip, looking up at her innocently.*

What was the question again?

[the_lioness]

What have you been doing since last we spoke?

*She speaks slowly, almost like she's trying to explain something difficult to a small child.*

[last_adam]

*Adam reaches up with one hand and very lightly taps her on the head, rolling his eyes.*

Nothing much.

Talked to Lucy.

[the_lioness]

Don't roll your eyes at me...

Oh? *She swallows, keeping her face expressionless.* Everything alright?

[last_adam]

Yeah.

*but the statement sounds more like a question, and Adam drinks more of the rum.*

[the_lioness]

You don't sound entirely convinced.

*Rubbing the back of her neck, Alanna finishes the rum in her glass and sighs thoughtfully.*

[last_adam]

Why wouldn't I be convinced?

*he sighs and leans back again, closing his eyes.*

[the_lioness]

I... don't know, Adam.

*Chewing on her thumb, she eyes him speculatively.*

What exactly did you discuss?