Surly: *the tall, sleek bitch stalks into the restaurant and grunts at the familiar face of one of the servers. they're used to her ways by now. the woman doesn't even blink at the rudeness, just finishes what she's doing and goes to get the hot water. tonight's costume is a festive affair of crimson velvet and black satin in a full-out Edwardian evening dress, suitably modified for easy movement. and the boots, and the gloves, and the rings, of course. her hair is showing some serious roots--so black as to be nearly blue. she heads for her favorite table with a glower*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: The door to Redbones pushes open a few minutes after Surly, and in walks Aerin. He's in his usual outfit for as of late...which means he's changed out the trench coat for something a bit lighter. The coat is still about the same length, but built more for movement then protection, from the rain or otherwise. Underneath is a long-sleeved crimson dress shirt, without the collar, and a pair of black slacks. His hair's hanging free, still dyed black, face clean shaven. He scans the place visually, cracking his neck to either side as he does and the door closes behind him.

Surly: *she listens to the recitation of tonight's menu, then nods shortly, cutting the woman off* Hasenpfeffer. haven't had that in a while. Mads make the Linzertorte ? good. that for dessert. and a salad--do not put cabbage of any sort into the salad this time, or i'm going back there to the kitchen and feeding it to the cook who made it with my boot this time. *growls out the last. seems like the cabbage is a sore point*

Surly: *notes Aerin's entrance and scowls at him, cold eyes narrowing. fingering her rings absently*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He glances over at Surly, and noting the scowl, rolls his eyes. He smirks and makes his way toward her table, snagging a waitress along the way to order a beer.

Surly: *glares daggers at him. actually emitting a low growl as he trespasses on her favorite table* what do you want?

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "To know what the fuck your problem is." He folds his arms over his chest, staring down at her with a calm, even expression.

Surly: *snorts* you are, tonight. you're an asshole.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He arches an eyebrow. "And why is that?"

Surly: *a brief moment of puzzlement, then an even feircer scowl* you pissed me off, dumbass.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: The smirk widens a bit. "And how did I do that?"

Surly: *now she looks about ready to go over the table at him* fuck if i remember. you just did. i don't need to remember why if i remember that it happened at all. *she can't be stupid enough to believe that's logical*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: It's his turn to snort now. "So, let's see if I get this straight, Surly. Somehow, somewhere, I pissed you off. Goddess knows how or when--I could have beat you senseless or I could have accidentally stepped on your toe--but you've got a vague idea that you should be pissed at me, so damn it, you're fucking going to be. Is that it?"

Surly: *she gives him and angry smirk of her own* that's how it works in my world. although it wasn't beating the shit out of me. no reason to get pissed over that. not unless you cheated. *and now, the thinking back over their couple of spars comes. he can SEE it. and the notion of him cheating is dismissed*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "You know..." He shakes his head. "That truly is the stupidest reason to hate me I've heard yet. And I've heard plenty of reasons, good and bad. You don't even know why you hate. Sorry to hear that." He turns away from her table, apparently content to leave the conversation there.

Surly: *snorts loudly* hate? hate's stupid. hate your guts,maybe, but hate itself is a waste of energy i can better use elsewhere. *her food arrives, the waitres slinking uneasily past Aerin*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Oh?" He pauses, and looks over his shoulder at her. The waitress with the beer coming his way is waved off, and money for it left on the nearest table. "You don't know if you hate me, Surly. Hell, you don't know what I did. Maybe I got drunk and tried to fuck you against your will. Pretty sure you'd hate me over that." He shrugs a little. "Guess it doesn't matter, though. I don't waste my time with people who don't even know themselves enough to know why they don't like me. I've got enough people with perfectly good reasons to have to worry about someone who's being as much of a petty child as you're being, Surly. So, with all due respect...fuck yourself." He snorts and turns to leave again.

Surly: *eyes him. and laughs* dumbass. if you'd tried to rape me, one of us would be dead now. *it's a fact* you probably said something to piss me off, since i don't remember what it was. *shrugs and begins to eat her food* i'd remember physical shit. *she considers her rabbit stew and waves over the waitress* bowl of this to go, for later.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Hmm. I repeat...go fuck yourself. When you've gotten over yourself...don't come find me. I'm done martyring myself over you, you unappreciative, sad and lost little girl who can dish it out but can't fucking take it." He says it without turning away, and opens the door to leave.

Surly: *she just snorts again and continues to eat. she's used to people telling her things like that.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((without turning back to look at her, rather))

Surly: ((*G* i figured that was what you meant.))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: The door swings open and shut, and Aerin's gone from the place.

Surly: *and she relaxes, taking out her book to read while she savors her meal. another one bites the dust, but then--they always do*