#scarsdale

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(Certainly there are sluagh that are quiet. And occasionally, one who wants their presence known. Ice tends towards the latter, but he isn't noisy; he merely doesn't hide the fact he has entered, and is looking at the books with a look of -- well, like you see on the faces of people looking at artifacts in a museum. He is staring at the spines fixedly, reading titles. Then he turns to stare at the other anachronism in the room) (He's dressed as usual; heavy boots, twill cargoes, black shirt and jacket over a hoodie)

*Totally engrossed in his book.*

(For the hell of it, decides to see how close he can get before the sidhe notices)

*Short of sitting on his lap, it seems he can get quite close indeed.*

(From nearby, August will hear a sudden rasp; it is a whisper like sandpaper. Not something pleasant to hear unexpectedly from the dark at night, or, perhaps, from behind in a peaceful library) "Don't you ever worry somebody come up behind you, stab you, knock you out, hell, steal your wallet? You don't ever look up, do you?"

"You want to make it easier on somebody, you can try earbuds, too."

*That does get his attention, snapping him out of whatever world he was occupying.* What? I... Ice? Puzzled What are you doing -here-?

"Watching you read. You know your lips move sometimes, while you do that?" (Dark eyes are staring back, uncomfortably close, perhaps. But he steps back, hands casually in his cargo pockets)

He nods. When it's something I want to remember, sure.

"You don't take bus much at night, do you?"

"Never been mugged."

(August is being appraised with those sharp, intense black eyes under deceptively heavy lids)

"Should take you sometime." (A quick, hard grin) "Wonder how you live."

"As in, not getting killed, sometimes."

*August gives him a warm, curl-your-toes grin.* I don't look for trouble, and it doesn't seem to look for me. So far so good.

(He doesn't like that grin. He doesn't like the warmth of it, or responding. So his own eyes narrow) "Can't always avoid it, you know. Been lucky so far, but fortune can change," (At 'change', his hand comes from the pocket, and long fingers snap) "Just like that. Always should be prepared, nu?"

I suppose. *Mildly.*

What bring you here?

"Figured, might ask you, you want to come along sometime. You know how to drive, ride, anything?"

I can drive, and ride. *He nods.* Come along where? The Dreaming?

(It seems to serve as an answer)

(A blink, and he rasps a harsh laugh) "Was thinking, maybe some places in know in Brooklyn. And, got a driver's test Monday, get my permit, can take you to the lake, a bar I know. If, you know, you want to go." (Another quick grin) "Guess it's true, sidhe CAN live in Freeholds and not lose their shi....they stay okay. More or less." (He shrugs, the leather of the jacket creaking) "But, well, still good to get out sometimes, nu?"

"See the other side of life. Places you probably wouldn't go, mostly."

*A little puzzled* Well. I'm not sure about the bar, I'm not of-age.

"It's okay, wouldn't ask if I didn't have a little present for you." (A wolfish grin, black-gummed and toothless. Zara is shy about her lack of teeth; Ice doesn't give a damn if it repels or not. He reaches into an inside pocket of his jacket) "Was saving it for Beltaine, got Ghost something already, but. You can get these pretty easy, you know the right guy." (He pulls out a card, flips it in fingers to offer it over between his first and middle ones with a shrug)

"Got the picture off the yearbook, wasn't hanging outside your window or nothing."

Takes it with a faint frown, looks it over. Well.... don't think I'm not touched, Ice but.... it's kind of... not my style?

(It is, unsurprisingly, a fake ID. It may not pass the closest of scrutiny by a trained cop, but it can withstand inspection by a nightclub bartender or a casual look by police. August has just been age-progressed three years) "You already act thirty, shouldn't be too hard to pass for twenty-one." (His eyes narrowed) "Yeah, exactly. Why not try something new, see if you like it? I mean, look around you." (He turns in place, holding arms out a moment, then turning back) "Same thing, all the time, right? Ghost asked me once, why I never leave. She told me, life isn't on a computer screen. She said I should go out, see what life was like. She was right."

(A quick grin) "Just figured, you know, pass along the wisdom."

*He grins again, devastatingly.* Well, thanks. Wisdom is always welcome. And I know I'm not particularly exciting or interesting. To be honest, there aren't many folks that way to hang out with me.... so, thanks for that and the invitation. He thinks. I guess the bar would be ok. I don't have to drink. Would Thursday work?

"You don't have to, but tell you what, you want to drink, I'll drive." (A hard grin, back) "Thursday, picked a quiet night, sure. You picked the day, so I'll pick the place. Dress casual. Can't promise I'm interesting, but grew up in an interesting place. Hated it. Now you can, too."

"Probably see you around before then, though. Moved back to New York."

No, thanks, I'll skip drinking. You feel free though. You did? Why?

(A shrug, eyes narrowing, appraising him) "Too slow in Kansas City, Kind of, I don't know, makes you feel like you're not going anywhere, doing anything. I mean, sure, learned to fix an engine some, and got to help take down a troll, but that's not -going- anywhere, vershtay?"

"And Clinton's emails weren't that interesting, tell you the truth. Your life is probably more interesting."

"Talked too much about her damn kid, not enough about Russia."

A little puzzled. Well... I guess I can understand that. Nods slowly. I mean... I know I'm excited about college and all so... wait, what? Emails?

(He backs to a chair and drops in, seating himself on the edge. A harsh rasping laugh ) "Seriously? You don't know what I do? Just kind of saying, even that, not as exciting as it sounds, sometimes." (He stares) "You're excited about -college-?"

Well, I know you work with computers. *He seems skeptical.* You didn't have anything to do with those emails. *Sounds fairly sure* And yes! 'Course I am.

"Nah. Just got to see some copies later. Somebody else did the work on that." (He stares) "What the hell is exciting about college?" (Blunt question)

*He seems nonplussed at the question.* What.... Well. Everything! To me. I'm kind of a nerd. Setting the book aside. I'm looking forward to my own place, taking care of myself completely, learning new things, getting started... ah, started on my career... like that.

(Ice, to his credit, bites his tongue at the 'KIND OF a nerd' comment, offering a curt nod as he listens, eyes narrowed) "Yeah, having your own place, worth it. Rent here's a pain in the as...neck, though. What kind of career, pays pretty good?"

*A soft smile.* Yes. The compensation is generous, I think.

"If it's something like I think, philanthropy, another word for, 'Helping poor people 'cause you're one of them.'"

A bit like that. He shrugs. Kind of, you know... part of the whole thing.

(He shakes his head; he doesn't get it. Can't get it, more likely, then shrugs) "Probably can't get your own place in this area, took me a while, find a place could afford, you know, freelancing. College, probably going to have a roommate, guy who can't figure out how to wash his own damn socks or shut up when you need to think, you know? Excited, can't see it."

"But, you know, tell me what you're looking for, might be able to free up a place." (A quick, hard grin) "When you're ready."