Blue Moon (open!)

[Gypsy]

Spot and Rae had broken up, which was it's own melo-drama in Brooklyn. Then when Tristan slept with Rae, well...things went from bad to worse.

Gypsy loved it. It made things interesting, like a real life picture show or one of those cheesy dime novels she'd sometimes snag.

But it also left her on the outside looking in. Everyone was far too focused on themselves to give a damn about her. So she used it to her advantage, making some money on the side.

It didn't make her less lonely. Or bored, for that matter.

So, she sat on the roof, watching the sun go down, smoking a cigarette and thinking too much for her own good.

[Corsair]

Cor was fucking exhausted if anything else. He had a smoke to his lips before he'd even reached the roof. The Brooklyn Adonis had come back from whatever dame he'd been with the night before and jumped right in bed with another. Women-- loved him. He knew it and he loved them back. He couldn't help himself, it was just how things were. Taking a slow drag from his smoke, he paused when he saw Gypsy. Rae and Spot broke up, big fucking deal. The only way it really effected him was that both Spot and Rae were going to be pissy as hell for the next while.

"Hey, gorgeous." he muttered coming up beside her to take a look at her view. Not bad, not bad at all.

[Gypsy]

She glanced up when she heard him, then smirked, looking him over. He looked a little worse for wear. "Well, look who decided to grace us with his presence. What? You run outta beds to roll around in?"

If she was a little jealous that one of those beds was never hers, she'd never admit it. Corsair and Tristan -- the only two men she'd ever actually wanted were the two men she never seemed to be able to get.

[Corsair]

"Contessa.. Charlotte.. Brigid..." he grinned when she asked and looked over at her, unable to resist. He ran his hand through his hair as he puffed away on his smoke, enjoying the sight and the fact he was practically alone at the moment. he didn't have to bother with things much, Gyps was Gyps.. he reached over and caught a lock of her hair, twining it around his finger before he let it go.

"It was Cossett last night. Brigid this morning.. I'm a busy busy man."

[Gypsy]

She smirked, trying hard not to snort. "You oughta' start getting paid for it. At least make it worth your while." Two girls in twelve hours. Jesus.

[Corsair]

Jesus loved him as far as he was concerned, to give him those kinds of looks and that kind of stamina. His grand dad had once told him that love was for the young, because they had the stamina for it. Cor didn't care, he looked over at Gypsy and grinned. "Now that takes all the fun out of it, though when you can get the workin' girls to sleep with you without payin.. that's somethin else isn't it?"

[Gypsy]

She arched a brow at him, smirking. "Guess that's a talent...of sorts." She sighed and stretched her legs out in front of her, tossing her cigarette away before leaning forward, stretching out her back, holding onto her ankles.

[Corsair]

"Course it is, lass," the scot all but purred, glancing over at her as he watched her stretch. He was tired for a lot of reasons, he rubbed his hand over his face before he shifted to sit next to her. "How long you think it's gonna be before Spot loses hi mind and he and Tristan go to fists..." Over a damn, jesus. If he, Bucky or Marauder ever went to fists over a damn-- someone was going to die. It wouldn't happen though, the musketeers had a bond and were united in their way.

[Gypsy]

She sat up again, sighing. "I dunno." She frowned. "But I hope Spot beats the shit outta him." Tristan had unceremoniously rejected her and called her a whore, to boot. She slapped him over it. He deserved to be knocked down a peg or two.

[Corsair]

He glanced over at her and smirked a bit, eyes going back to the sky. "Take it you're pissed at Tristan now, aye?" He could read people not like he totally cared, Tristan was Tristan they had similar tastes in women but treated them differently.

[Gypsy]

She looked down at her lap, frowning. "He called me a whore. Told me he didn't want me right now, but when he did, said I'd do what he wanted."

[Corsair]

Corsiar was quiet for a moment, well no one ever said Tristan ever played nice. Where Cor was a charmer, Tristan was just an ass and women for some reason loved that. He shrugged, slipping an arm over her shoulder. "Ah, don't take it to heart. You know Tristan.." Big raging ass... everyone knew it.

[Gypsy]

She sighed and let herself lean against him. She was mad at herself for being upset. "I shoulda' known better." She and Tristan were alike in a lot of ways. She figured she wouldn't want much to do with herself either.

[Corsair]

He looked down at her and just let her lean, they were friends he could do this for her and he was smoking to boot. He ruffled her hair a bit and kept quiet, letting it weigh for a bit, "Aye, lass, ya probably shoulda known better. But you make your own choices, ain't no one the right to choose for you."

[Gypsy]

She shook her head. "Well, any chance he mighta' had just flew out the fucking window." She smirked a little. "At least I got to hit him."