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09:09 pm
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*he is, again, there. After reading the note he continues to stand near the bar, pondering*
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locks_it_up
2004-07-20 09:15 pm (UTC)
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*she slides up next to him, elbows on the bar*
Bar? Vodka. And two shot glasses.
*pours*
You and I are getting drunk now, little brother. Important family bonding thing, getting drunk together.
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lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com
2004-07-20 09:16 pm (UTC)
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*his mouth opens, then he thinks the better of arguing with Death*
Yes, sister.
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locks_it_up
2004-07-20 09:18 pm (UTC)
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*she passes a shot glass to him, raises it, and downs*
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lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com
2004-07-20 09:23 pm (UTC)
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*he echos the motion, frowning a bit at the vodka. He's not much a fan of vodka*
Any particular reason, sister?
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locks_it_up
2004-07-20 09:25 pm (UTC)
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Because I'm sick of your cryptic shit? Because it could be fun?
If you don't like the vodka, get something else.
*pours another. Raises it to eye level, then downs, making the requisite face*
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lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com
2004-07-20 09:30 pm (UTC)
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*he thinks for a while and then looks at the bar*
Scotch. Good enough to drink, cheap enough to be reasonable to get drunk upon.
*the bar seems to ponder for a moment, then produces a bottle of Lagavulin. Dream seems quite pleased.*
Cryptic shit, sister? You should be used to it by now.
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locks_it_up
2004-07-20 09:32 pm (UTC)
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*she sighs*
I am, really. I'm just... *sighs, pours a half-shot, drinks*
I got stood up.
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lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com
2004-07-20 09:39 pm (UTC)
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You got what?
*deadly quiet*
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locks_it_up
2004-07-20 09:41 pm (UTC)
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Stood up.
Ten billion years. That's a good rough estimate, right? Ten billion years. And Desire comes along and puts the whammy on me, and all of a sudden I'm a stupid teenager.
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lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com
2004-07-20 09:45 pm (UTC)
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I will take care of it.
*flat, oh so flatly*
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locks_it_up
2004-07-20 09:46 pm (UTC)
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No you won't.
It's my problem. I just wanted to bitch at someone about it.
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lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com
2004-07-20 09:48 pm (UTC)
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*a long pause, and then he nods*
As you wish, sister.
*and he takes a drink*
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locks_it_up
2004-07-20 09:49 pm (UTC)
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Thank you.
Though if it happens again, feel free.
*another drink*
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lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com
2004-07-20 09:51 pm (UTC)
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Yes.
*he nods, and touches her arm gently. Then, yet another shot. Death wants to get drunk. Dream is willing to go along with it.*
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locks_it_up
2004-07-20 09:53 pm (UTC)
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*contenplating the shot in front of her, not yet drinking*
So what're we going to do to Desire?
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lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com
2004-07-20 09:58 pm (UTC)
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((Moves to Vorkosigan thread))
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Bar? Vodka. And two shot glasses.
*pours*
You and I are getting drunk now, little brother. Important family bonding thing, getting drunk together.
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Yes, sister.
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Any particular reason, sister?
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If you don't like the vodka, get something else.
*pours another. Raises it to eye level, then downs, making the requisite face*
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Scotch. Good enough to drink, cheap enough to be reasonable to get drunk upon.
*the bar seems to ponder for a moment, then produces a bottle of Lagavulin. Dream seems quite pleased.*
Cryptic shit, sister? You should be used to it by now.
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I am, really. I'm just... *sighs, pours a half-shot, drinks*
I got stood up.
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*deadly quiet*
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Ten billion years. That's a good rough estimate, right? Ten billion years. And Desire comes along and puts the whammy on me, and all of a sudden I'm a stupid teenager.
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*flat, oh so flatly*
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It's my problem. I just wanted to bitch at someone about it.
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As you wish, sister.
*and he takes a drink*
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Though if it happens again, feel free. *another drink*
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*he nods, and touches her arm gently. Then, yet another shot. Death wants to get drunk. Dream is willing to go along with it.*
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So what're we going to do to Desire?
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