Artemisia (
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moonburnt2016-03-24 04:17 pm
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free drinks!
New thing here, peeps.
Want a drink? Open up to me about why you "need" one, and ye shall receive.
Lie, or be too young for this shit, and get non-alcoholic. Don't be that person. That person sucks.
Want a drink? Open up to me about why you "need" one, and ye shall receive.
Lie, or be too young for this shit, and get non-alcoholic. Don't be that person. That person sucks.
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I took too much. Dilute. More to balance more. Please?
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...Okay, bright eyes. You know better than I do if this will make you better or worse.
(She sets a margarita before Pasht, then touches the vampire's wrist.)
Take care of yourself.
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I can talk of it more, if you like, but I would prefer not.
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I took a guess. This is homemade strawberry wine. If it's not what you're after, I can try something else.
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It isn't what I had in mind, but it may be better. Thank you.
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You're welcome!
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...Look, I just don't want to go to sleep yet. I'm in love with this wonderful gentleman, but our lives have been keeping us apart more and more. I'm not ready to go back to an empty bed again tonight.
Is that enough?
(She hopes, very strongly, that it is. Jaina isn't accustomed to opening herself up on the spot and doing so has already cost her something, some small measure of peace that she'd been clinging to.)
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It'll do, Red. I have some Djew with your name on it on standby. Give me a sec.
(The pixie jumps into the air and swoops down behind the bar. Within seconds, she's taken wing again with all her limbs wrapped stubbornly around a familiar ceramic bottle. A label on the top reads, in tiny, scraggly cursive, "Jaina's fave".)
Enjoy. I'm not going anywhere tonight, so stay and chat, or I'll be bored.
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Hi. I'm traveling and missing my home coffee shop. What're the odds that I can I get a double shot espresso here?
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It keeps me awake sometimes. A lot of times, actually.
Where I'm from, I'm a masked crimefighter. Somebody in powered armor attacked me. I used my powers to shut down their armor, but it turns out that the armor was not just a weapon, but a life support system for my attacked. I couldn't undo the damage. She died, and I couldn't stop it.
I think about it a lot. About what I could or should have done differently. Ways I could have kept everyone alive, if I'd just thought to try.
She wasn't even a good person, but maybe she could have lived to be one. Guess I'll never know. All I can do is try to do good and minimize harm, so that it never happens again. Not on my watch.
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Damn, girl. For that hell of a tale, I'll get you all the Starbucks I can carry!
(She doesn't mention her true, tiny size. She does flit out the door and return with a cardboard travel-tray of insulated cups. The name written on them says, "Slinka".)
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First: you did this already. You walked away with a cola. This ain't an infinite loop.
Second: the fuck's your deal, weirdo kid?
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Am I supposed to know exactly what you think you're asking me?
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And do you really think you have the moral high ground here? Are people better off drunk and angry, or sad or whatever, than they are if they realize that none of them understand what the fuck I am?!
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I can't help what I am, poppet. Maybe you can't either. Sorry. Didn't mean to bring the hammer down.
"Miserable" was the wrong word to use. I'm having trouble understanding you, ever. You're not drinking age yet. That's a factor; I don't think it's the only reason.
Coffee for you if you help me with that. Your call.
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I think it's pretty obvious that I have a deep-seated need to be the center of attention wherever I go, which leads me to create vast, sweeping lies as attempts to constantly one-up myself. Textbook.
Are you guessing my age based on my appearance? How old would that make you? Twenties? Thirties? That's assuming what I see has anything to do with your actual body, of course. How far off is that?
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(Missy produces a cup of hot coffee for Mai. It's labeled "non-decaf". A close look would reveal that the last five letters are from a different marker than the rest; the line width is distinctly different.)
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You're welcome for hearing me.
(Clearly that made perfect, heartfelt sense to her and to her alone.)