shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

"Does the trick!" she agrees, and throws back her drink.

She tries the finger-clicking thing.

It works.

She almost drops the drink.

 

*Congratulations, 'everyone' includes a #LiteralChild. She's inspecting the glass suspiciously.*

 

*drinks his glass slowly and classily*

 

You and I both," Angela says, reaching around Ana to hug her. "We are all quite morally impure, don't you know."

 

Oh? But you're the corruptee. Unless that ruins you by proxy.

-happy about the hug. sets down her tea and returns it-

Have I gone and made a monster?

 

No literally. Don't recommend it. Unless you're a rainbow drinker with a jaw of steel I guess.

 

*Chugs it like a moron. This goes about as well as you'd expect from someone who has no idea what the fuck she's drinking.*

 

"No, Ana. War did that. YOU helped me be a person again."

 

-squeezes angela tighter-

Is that what I did?

-teary eyed grandma is teary eyed-

 

"Ya strike me as the kind who knows what to recommend against. By personal experience and shit. Impressive."

To Mindala, she says, "Thanks for the drink -- the perfect whiskey. If I could only wish up these in the bars I frequent, I might never fucking leave."

 

"Yes, Ana."

She pulls a tissue from one of her many pockets and hands it to her. "In case."

 

Even need help dismembering a corpse or want to know how to dig a six foot hole in no time at all you know who to call.

 

-takes the tissue with her free hand and squeezes the living hell out of it. it is crumpled into a ball. she gives angela a kiss on the head-

Don't you ever stop fighting. And if you do or you fight without meaning I'll be there to pick you up. Scold you too.

 

"You had better." She takes another sip of her martini and laughs.

 

"... you know, both of those could have come in useful already. First time's always a lesson in how not to do it."

 

-leans against angela. this is nice.-

Laughing at me. Not very nice that, child.

 

See I like you. Get your hands dirty. You weren't an idiot and bought a chainsaw or something were you. Some woman did that.

Wild.

 

"Messy. Don't get messy, it just means more work. You'll never get that shit out. So then you gotta torch the place. And that's just a really bad idea because it attracts attention. Axe did fine. Since nothing said here could possibly be evidence."

 

Torching places is fun sometimes. Get it though. You aren't a time-traveling psychopomp bound to the will and whimsy of a cold and unloving universe.

 

"Have to live with the results, ya know? Quite literally in fact. He slowly departed in bits and pieces but it took a while. The things one does for a friend. And now they're dead anyway. Too many fucking dead, y'know?"

She rubs her fingers against the ring finger of her left hand, upon which a ring is tattooed. She always does when the memories come.