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[aggressiveapathy]

I don't think you know what gin and tonic tastes like.

[ She would have thought the opposite would be true, that hearing about ~happy~ in other people would just piss her off but...god. She was the most pathetic of them all. It made her feel a little better, that the porter hadn't declared a full war against love. She wanted...

Hm.]

I want- you. Grey. Promise me a boon or whatever. Now, when I'm pathetic, too.

[brushoff]

If the boon is bringing you more alcohol, I've got that down pat. [ said with a semi-joking smile. ]

But alright. What boon shall I promise?

[aggressiveapathy]

Double date.

[ Because Will is coming back, no question. It will just have to wait until he comes back from the dead after April kills him for vanishing in the first place. ]

[brushoff]

Obviously.

[ said with a big grin on his face. And glad that she has faith because Dorian would not know what to do if April believed Will wasn't coming back (which for him, is a valid possibility) ] The question now is, Heropa or Maurtia Falls?

[aggressiveapathy]

Surprise me. Make it a destination date. I don't care.

[She just wanted to see the pathetic in person.]

[brushoff]

A destination date? Like what, a water park or something like that?

[ it's gon be soooo pathetic ]

[aggressiveapathy]

You cannot be this bad at surprises.

[ She takes another big vodka swallow, the lack of a cough after maybe hinting at a life with slightly too many of these nights in it.

But this was a good distraction. Something to look forward to, someone agreeing Will's return was just a matter of time. ]

[brushoff]

So wait, the planning's fallen squarely at my shoulders now?

[ said in a teasing tone as he went for more of the wine. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

Mmhm. I'm just the muse.

[ Work, Dorian? Please. You can do that. Even if she wasn't in misery, you can do that. ]

[brushoff]

I've had worse muses, [ said with a shrug.

and nooooo, he don't wanna do work, April. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

You mean never any better.

[ She's in mourning, man. Not suddenly humble. ]

[brushoff]

Do you want the real answer or the make April feel better answer?

[aggressiveapathy]

If you make me more sad, I get to gouge out your eyes with the shards of this bottle...ngh. When it's empty.

[ But eventually. ]

[brushoff]

In that case, barring Toby obviously, you're the best muse I've ever had. Certainly nobody else in the pantheon of my terrible inspirations has pushed my arts and crafts side like you have.

[aggressiveapathy]

Nope. Not good enough. Still gouging. But I'll call Toby to pick you up after.

[ Don't worry, Dorian. She's making an honest effort on the vodka, but by the time it's empty she will be sleeping in his lap. ]

[brushoff]

At least give me enough time to take my shirt off. I don't want blood to ruin yet another shirt of mine.

[ hey, at the rate he's going with this wine, it's gonna be a cuddle party in the blanket fort ]

[aggressiveapathy]

[ She points at her bottle. ]

The count down started. Figure it out. Or get inspired.

[brushoff]

[ Yeah his response to that....is to just straight up take his shirt off.

In Dorian's defense, like half of that bottle of wine is GONE. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

[ April blinks, but then gives a small scoff. What a bro, ready for everything. ]

Nice acceptance of fate. Pale. But nice.

[brushoff]

[ God help them when one of the kids walks in. ]

I'm not going to ruin my shirt when you inevitably claw my eyes out. I have priorities.

[ and is getting more than slightly drunk. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

[ She holds out a hand, reaching towards the now-stripped shirt without having the energy to move the few inches forward to snatch it herself. ]

Give.

[brushoff]

[ Battle of the lazy: like hell Dorian's going to move the few inches needed to hand April the shirt.

So, he throws it at her. ]

Catch!

[ A+ job. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

[ Damn his evil mastermind ways, she ends up having to make the effort of catching it. Then wrapping it around her neck like a scarf, her new spoil of some unnamed and undeclared war. It's time for another victory vodka chug of triumph.]

You'll get it back when you earn it.

[brushoff]

[ He takes a sympathy chug of the wine because hey, she's going for the vodka, why not. ]

And just how exactly can I earn it?

[aggressiveapathy]

Continue with the entertainments. Make me immortal in a sculpture. Something.

[ Just don't let her have to actually think about anything for a while. ]