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[themightybosstone]

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Re: 214, late afternoon

[demonicdomestic]

I'm glad to hear it.

[There's the soft clinks of glassware and liquid from the kitchen, and he comes back with a glass filled with a single finger of clear liquid.]

Here. It will take the edge off.

Re: 214, late afternoon

[themightybosstone]

Ah, SHIT YEAH.

[THAT'S WHAT HE NEEDS. JUST FUCKING DOWNS THAT]

Re: 214, late afternoon

[demonicdomestic]

[Instead of the burn of alcohol, or even the crisp nothing of water, the liquid in the glass tastes like Sentucky Fried Chicken, flavoured lightly with explanations that both do and do not make any sense at all.

Satin, meanwhile, takes a seat.]

[themightybosstone]

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.........

Satin.

Satin, that wasn't vodka.

[demonicdomestic]

No.

[themightybosstone]

Satin. That wasn't vodka.

[demonicdomestic]

No, it wasn't.

[themightybosstone]

[Tries again.]

It wasn't vodka.

[demonicdomestic]

It was not.

[themightybosstone]

It wasn't vodka.

[demonicdomestic]

It was not vodka.

[themightybosstone]

IT WASN'T VODKA!!!

[demonicdomestic]

Not at all.

[themightybosstone]

[WHIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS]

[demonicdomestic]

Would you like some vodka?

[themightybosstone]

YES!!

[demonicdomestic]

I'll get you some vodka.

[Gets up again, returning to the kitchen. There's another shuffle of things in cupboards (as he retrieves the bottle stashed down with the cleaning supplies), and the relieving sharp tang of alcohol in the air.

The glass he brings back and puts down has another finger of crystal-clear liquid in it.]

[themightybosstone]

[He just KNOCKS THAT BACK, please AND thank you.]

ooohhhkay. Yep. Perfect.

Good.

That's better.

[demonicdomestic]

[Definitely not laughing at that. Nope. Not at all.]

I'm glad to hear it.

[themightybosstone]

IT SHOULDA BEEN THAT FROM THE START.

...

Aint bad though. All in all.

... Though I'm kinda hungry for chicken.

[demonicdomestic]

I was not giving you alcohol after that snow globe without some kind of immersive paradigm shift between then and now.

[themightybosstone]

THAT...


... awright.

That was smart.

[demonicdomestic]

It's currently in the bottom drawer of my nightstand. Would you like to take possession of it again, or leave it with me?

[themightybosstone]

Nah. Leave it.

[THIS IS GOING TO CHANGE.]

I've just cooled my jets I don't even wanna see it.

[demonicdomestic]

It triggered when I caught it from you. So... I understand.

[That dusty-dry smell still clings to him, in the wake of it.]

I don't mind watching over it.