[MASK OR MENACE] IC Contact

[stylistic_disloyalty]

"Funny enough I'm not going to lie here-- I definitely saw your call but I'm going to decide whether or not to respond based on how interesting the message is. I'd make it good. Maybe I'll change your contact to 'Yeah, This is Worth Answering'."


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[stylistic_disloyalty]

Oh come on now. Glass, handcuffs, remember?

I would have if I could have, you know.

[pummelgranite]

[ Here's where the pause gets long on her end. There's a pang of an unkind thought, "they didn't give you that much trouble when you were ready to die." But she's miles away from being that honest with herself, let alone suggest to Lucifer that things may have turned out differently if their visits had been conjugal. Then she tries "but you didn't," and erases that too. She tries a simple, "uh huh." or "yeah, I know," but then she remembers that Lucifer called her on this all of twelve minutes ago. ]

But you didn't.

[ That'll have to do. ]

[stylistic_disloyalty]

...wait are you actually upset I didn't sleep with Laura?

[Whoops. She thought they were just joking around. Obviously Luci hadn't stopped to fool around with Laura, she'd just blown up an entire cell and a few walls.]

[pummelgranite]

What? No.

[ Is she? No, of course not. She's not upset. That would be stupid. ]

Never mind.

Do you actually care that I fucked Baal?

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[Well fuck, she is upset. Why though? They've had plenty of sex since she's arrived here, that's enough right?]

[...this isn't something they want to get into right now though.]

No, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't CURIOUS about it, even if he's not my ideal. The man seems far too engrossed in himself to give anybody a good time.

[pummelgranite]

He's way into himself.
Thats kind of the appeal?

[stylistic_disloyalty]

What, he's into himself so he won't ask you too many questions?

Sounds like a real great time. I love it when men guess where my clit might be.

[pummelgranite]

Fuck you.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[More dots.]

Why? Because I've become an unwilling voyeur into your life after I was dead, or because you don't like my opinion?

[pummelgranite]

Because you don't get to judge me for what I did after you. I asked and he said yes, and it was great . It was so good I actually slept through the night without seeing your corpse. I felt alive for the first time in weeks.

Is that what you want?

[stylistic_disloyalty]

It helps.

I'm the last person able to judge anybody, and I'm not psychic. I wasn't there, if you want me to understand these things, you have to tell me.

Otherwise all I have is a memory I don't want of fucking the guy who thought it would be just dandy if I suffered alone for the rest of my short life.

[pummelgranite]

[ dots. for a long time. like, embaressingly long. ten minutes minimum. ]

Not saying he's not an arsehole.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[Well okay, she fucked that, what a great big surprise. She's getting her jacket on to go out... somewhere when her phone dings again.]

Not saying I'm not either. I fucked Inanna, what did I expect?

[pummelgranite]

Do you want a drink?
Or 20?

[stylistic_disloyalty]

You said something about a party?

[When in doubt, go be seen.]

[pummelgranite]

Thats a housewarming party for kids. Also not for a week.

One of Inanna's old devotees haas a set in De Chima, though. Might not suck.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

'For kids' she says-- like that's ever deterred me.

Alright, you pick: twenty drinks, or we stage a coup if the set sucks.

[pummelgranite]

Those don't seem mutually exclusive.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

I'm flattered that you think I have anything in me that's worth singing while twenty drinks in.

[pummelgranite]

Uh huh.

[ There's another suspicious pause for dots. ]

OK, better idea than ruining some infant's night.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Boo, I hate it when you're thoughtful.

Pick me up on that nice bike of yours?

[pummelgranite]

[ She was still strangely knotted inside, but they had a gameplan at least. And there's no night that wouldn't be improved riding with Luci.

Sure. See you in 20.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[And twenty minutes later, Luci is standing outside of her church, phone in hand, waiting to be picked up.]

[pummelgranite]

[ And she's more-or-less on time. How did she make it so fast? How does she use magical underground powers in Miami? Who cares.

FAR MORE IMPORTANTLY ]

New outfit?

[stylistic_disloyalty]

It's my bar shirt. Get a lot of drinks like this.

[She throws her leg over the back of the bike and wraps her arms around Persephone.]

You have a place in mind?