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    My Only Desire Is To Touch Your Soul

    Joxer breathed in watching as both beautiful women disappeared through the tavern door and out of his life forever. He put a hand on his chest as the annoyance hit home. “Why did you have to spoil a good thing, you know I was this close to swaying them?” Xena looked in to her empty tankard. “You know may be you’d get to sleep with more women if you were honest with them.” Joxer looked down slightly. “Yeah well I’m not you, you can sleep with any man.” He paused choosing his next words carefully. “Or woman you want.” Xena looked at him for a long moment yes she could sleep with any one she wanted only not the person she truly wanted. He’d laugh at the irony if he knew that.

    His words didn’t annoy her in any way though, he was her friend and despite all his fumbling he was always there when they both needed him. What ever people though of him or how much a fool he could be at times they obviously didn’t see his honourable qualities and that he had a good heart which he used when it counted. She looked up slightly. “What do you want to drink Joxer?” Joxer looked up slightly. “Give me Ale.” Xena threw a few dinars over watching as the inn keeper took them. “Fill him up.” She watched the tavern owner nod as he pushed another filled tankard over. Joxer eased up the drink taking a long gulp from it. “So where’s Gabrielle?”

    Xena eased up the small pack which contained the chalice putting it next to her. “She’s said she was going back to the Raven Wing tavern.” Joxer took another gulp from his tankard. “From the tone of your voice sounds like you two have been fighting that’s so unlike you, your good friends.” Xena sneered slightly. “Shut up Joxer.” Joxer looked at his half finished ale. “Oh come on, how many times has it been now two, three times. I don’t get why your always fighting I may be classed an idiot to some people but I can see right through you both.” Xena pushed her tankard over watching as it was refilled it she ignored his raised eyebrow as she took the filled tankard. “Oh yeah and what do you see Joxer?”

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