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[heliophilic]

This is M. I'm most likely out punching someone. Don't worry, they deserve it.

Probably.

I'll call you back later.

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[heliophilic]

I'm not drinking sink booze, Andy. I'm a classy bitch, remember?

[killtime]

Bold of you to assume I don't keep the good shit under the sink. Maybe I like a little well-aged whiskey to rinse out my toothpaste in the morning.

[heliophilic]

I don't care if you have Crown Royal next to your Patrón under there, I'm a top shelf bitch, and that means literally top shelf.

I don't want your family's drain backwash.

[killtime]

Yeah, alright, prima donna. You going to bring your high maintenance ass my way or what?

[heliophilic]

Maybe after I have my fun, dear wife. Balls deep, remember?

[killtime]

[ Dryly: ]

Well, hurry up then, or I'm starting without you.

[heliophilic]

Geez, don't rush a good time, grandma. I'll be there soon.

[And seeing as M was, in fact, just sitting on his couch reading a conspiracy "news" blog, he's there in about 5 minutes.]

You're lucky he was a bad lay.

[killtime]

[ She waited about four minutes before popping open the whiskey, apparently. At least she has the glasses out? Fancy.

Shame. [ Dryly: ] Does your other spouse know about that?

[heliophilic]

He's not my spouse. [He's someone else's spouse, and thanks so much for reminding him of that Andy!

M is, however, genuinely impressed by the glasses. Seems a girl can learn.]

Wow this really is a party.

[killtime]

[ Dryly: ]

Neither am I.

[ She nudges a glass his way. Let the party begin. ]

Sit.

[heliophilic]

[Wow what a rude old lady. Why does anyone agree to hang out with you?

Still, M sits next to her and grabs the offered glass.]

So what are we celebrating?

[killtime]

Are we celebrating? [ Wryly, as she makes a point of drinking out of her own glass like a civilized person, just for M. ] Didn't know we needed a reason to drink together now.

[ Giving him a sidelong look: ]

Maybe I just wanted to catch up.

[heliophilic]

[He bumps her shoulder.]

You're old enough to know a line when you hear one.

You going to play 20 questions about me and Apollo? Or are you going to actually talk about your life for a change? Finally fuck that actual husband of yours?

[killtime]

Don't even start with me. [ Dryly: ] This bitch hasn't fucked anybody in a few months at least, and she'll get cranky if you remind her.

[ She bumps his shoulder back. ]

Is that an invitation to play twenty questions about you and Apollo?

[heliophilic]

That sounds like a "you" problem.

[Really, there's no shortage of people to fuck around here.]

Like you needed or wanted an invitation.

[killtime]

[ Can't argue with that. Her romantic life — though she'd strongly decline to call it that — is definitely a blazing disaster. She has no idea what she's doing. Fucking it up, probably? ]

So. Are you together now, or what?

[ Funny that she'd even bother to ask. It's almost like she gives a small shit about M's happiness or something. ]

[heliophilic]

[Unlike the last time they discussed Apollo, M doesn't hesitate, he just nods.]

Yeah, we're together. We've both got our baggage, but we're trying our best.

[killtime]

[ Her eyebrows lift just slightly. She watches him for a long moment, almost contemplative.

After a while, with a quiet sincerity: ]

That's all you can do. [ Briefly, she gives his knee a little squeeze. ] I hope it makes you happy.

[heliophilic]

It does. [A pause.] Makes me feel guilty about it from time to time, but I refuse to let it.

We actually talked about the elephants in the room like we're real adults.

[killtime]

Like real adults, huh.

[ A little wryly, but not unkindly. Not sharp in the way she often is. If anything, despite all the shit she's constantly spouting about how being alone hurts less and attachments only ever end in grief — despite that, it still warms her. To know that someone she cares about has something good. Something that's theirs. ]

Is that what real adults do? Almost makes me feel a little fucking called out.

[heliophilic]

Fuck if I know.

[Seriously, he's just sort of winging this adult thing, and making other parts up wholesale as he goes along. It's worked for him thus far.]

You've been here for over a thousand years. If someone should have some semblance of their shit together, it's you.

That's a no to the fucking your actual husband, then.

[killtime]

I peaked on age-related wisdom before the Christ Child was born. It was all downhill from there.

[ Which is her way of saying she's been making it up this whole fucking time too, same as him.

A bit flatly, then: ]

And will someone please explain to me why the fuck everyone is so interested in whether I've fucked Rex or not? I've fucked about a dozen other people since I got here, and nobody ever asks me about them.

[heliophilic]

I'm more surprised to learn Jesus was real.

[Then again, the fact that someone named Jesus existed and was revered as a god is far more plausible than anything.]

Because you haven't put a ring on those assholes.

[killtime]

[ Pointedly: ]

Babe, I didn't put a ring on him either. Not a literal one, anyway.

[ As if to make the point stick, she holds up both her own hands — ring free. ]

Legal marriage, remember. There wasn't any point in the jewelry.

[heliophilic]

Look, where you all chose to put those rings are none of my business.