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fjordicswagger) wrote2015-05-06 12:32 pm
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74 Godiva Street, Wednesday Morning
Okay, so Death-- sorry, Didi-- might not've been able to get thoroughly tanked, but after a full pitcher of margaritas and then drinks at her place last night, Tamsin had passed out something fierce. Now she was paying for it with a hangover. A massive hangover.
"Ugh," she muttered, after the third time she woke up.
She hit the floor with a thump as she attempted to get out of bed. "Ugh," she repeated. "...Wait, am I still wearing my clothes?"
Yep. Last night's clothes. Ooookay. She clambered up to her feet and stumbled out into the hallway. What had she been doing yesterday night, anyway? She remembered something vaguely about having someone over, but it clearly wasn't for naked reasons. Probably told them to get lost at some point last night.
Right?
[[ for the anthropomorphic representation that did not, in fact, get lost last night. ]]
"Ugh," she muttered, after the third time she woke up.
She hit the floor with a thump as she attempted to get out of bed. "Ugh," she repeated. "...Wait, am I still wearing my clothes?"
Yep. Last night's clothes. Ooookay. She clambered up to her feet and stumbled out into the hallway. What had she been doing yesterday night, anyway? She remembered something vaguely about having someone over, but it clearly wasn't for naked reasons. Probably told them to get lost at some point last night.
Right?
[[ for the anthropomorphic representation that did not, in fact, get lost last night. ]]
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And Didi was a terribly soft touch for sad people.
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"Who doesn't get a tough deal?" she said.
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But valkyries were wired a bit differently than big-D Death, all in all.
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There was only one way a day -- or a life -- could end.
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Any squirrel who even dared to come near was getting glared at.
[[ the valkyrie bits NFB, s'il vous plait. ]]
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She wasn't going to accuse Tamsin of soft-peddling, but...
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"Yep," she said.
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She was a big sister five times over. She could do a lot with a skeptical eyebrow.
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What was a couple of centuries, anyway?
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Like tracking down the soul the Blood King had long since whisked away to who knew where - a task that would've been difficult even before Trick had wiped her memory of which soul it was and what the Blood King looked like.
She shrugged again. "Life's not so bad here," she said, "I'll live."
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