[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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[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?

[pummelgranite]

How do you feel about Karaoke?

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[Luci chuckles in Persephone's ear.] Are we going to bring a house down?

[pummelgranite]

That's why we're going to a dive.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Fantastic. [She grins.] Let's go.

[pummelgranite]

[ Twenty drinks, three shattered windows, and about half of David Bowie's discography later, the bar finally has to the good sense to ask them to leave.

How drunk is Persephone? Drunk enough that she can't work this lighter. Drunk enough that she's trying to use a lighter. ]