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[captainfuckingmagic]

'Hey, this is Harry. I don't know why you're calling but I'll try to call you back.'

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[captainfuckingmagic]

[ It's Lucy, she was probably dancing on the tables that were somehow deposited on the roof of the bar at some point in the night. ]

Yeah, I feel that. I've had that before. Not really a whole lot of fun. [ Nudge. ] But hey, I mean, I'll hang out with you anyway. In the phase.

[mightbeconcussed]

[Precisely! She probably supervised the depositing of the tables of the roof.

She smiles a bit sadly at him and nudges him back before laying her head on his shoulder.]

Harry, in a completely non-threatening way, platonic way, I think I love you.

[captainfuckingmagic]

[ In true, off-camera, Parent-Trap fashion, yes.

He considers this for a second. ] Thank you. I... think. Is that like being called 'safe'? Or is it just generically a good thing. I think it sounds like a good thing. So thanks! I mean. I'm sorry you feel bad still. But thanks.

[mightbeconcussed]

Safe and a generically good thing? I mean I feel like I'm safe with you, so that's good, right?

[She shrugs.] Right now, I don't feel much of anything so that's a plus.

[captainfuckingmagic]

Yeah, that's nice of you.

Wait, no, that's bad. You're not supposed to not feel anything - I'm pretty sure that's not great. You're not drinking things right. There's supposed to be all low and warm and talkative. Or possibly, you could get sleepy, or even angry, but if you're gonna get angry please don't do it around me.

[mightbeconcussed]

At least I'm not all heartbroken girl. [And whether she wants to admit it or not, she really is and that's why she's here drinking far too much.]


Ooooh show me the way on this low and warm and talkative or Might Master Harry. [Teasing.] Don't worry. I'm not really an angry sort of girl. I go with happy, sad and forced happy most of the time.

[captainfuckingmagic]

What the hell is a Might Master, that sounds terrible. You're sort of doing it just without all the numb shit and don't slide down into forced happy. Do what I do - drink, get a little dizzy, and then ramble from the mouth until you're either back at your house, you get kissed to shut up, or someone just yells at you to. I think. Maybe don't do what I do. Just - [ prod ] - stop being numb. Numb's bad. Numb's worse than unhappy.

[mightbeconcussed]

You know, like a title. King of the Key to Killing your...I can't think of any other K words. [She takes a sip of her drink and watches him, a grin sneaking over her lips.]

Doing what you do doesn't sound so bad. Okay, so Drunk- feng shi master, direct me to this dizzy and ramble.

[captainfuckingmagic]

[ He squints at her. ] You can't... it doesn't work like that, okay. You've just got to-- you know. I keep talking. It works. Are you dizzy yet? [ He pushes the rest of his drink towards her in case she needs it. ] Gotta be a little bit dizzy. Not too much. That's anti-helpful. Not helpful. But you get there and if you've got bad stuff and you wanna talk it out then you just sort of open up and it all floats away for a while and if you've got nothing you just keep sort of going on about whatever you're thinking about and maybe you'll find someone who was thinking about the same thing and then you talk until someone passes out and you keep going until any of the things I mentioned earlier happen to you. Or something.

[mightbeconcussed]

[She takes a sip of his drink because it can't hurt. Maybe his drink has special dizzy-making properties.] Did you just roofy me? Or us. I guess it'd be us since you're drinking too. Okay, just talking. I can do the just talking thing. You know I was super anti-relationship when I first came here? Well maybe not super but my first relationship didn't go very well and so I responded with this whole not!relationship thing and then I got here and I met the other Harry and this place was awful and I just sort of ended up in a relationship with him. Eventually calling him my not!boyfriend got ridiculous and I sort of loved him and I was afraid he was evil but you can't just unlove someone when you want can you? So yeah....

[She'll grab his drink again, roofied or otherwise and take another swig.] And I got okay with him being gone and god this sounds awful but at least I got the flat and the bank account and a laser screwdriver. Except it's sort of like a laser gun since I don't think it screws anything except what you point it at and then it blows it up. It's fun. We should go blow things up with the laser gun.

[And she's getting the laser screwdriver thing out of her purse. it definitely looks more like a laser screwdriver than a gun.]</small. See.

[captainfuckingmagic]

[ He's only slightly winded because I just now realised exactly how long that sentence was. Which is fine, because now she's talking and that was sort of the point. Harry's a fairly firm believer in the talking-helps-fix-things mentality, even if he can't prove why or explain how, considering it's talking that also seems to cause a lot of problems in the first place. ]

You have a— wow you totally do. That sounds like a... really bad idea. What should we blow up?

[ He's going to come back to the other part, okay - you took a laser gun out of your purse. It's a little distracting. ]

[mightbeconcussed]

[it was a rather long sentence. Talking does sometimes fix things. Or at least it makes people feel better to get it out and off their chests. That's sort of where Lucy is at. Maybe. She's not sure yet.]

I don't know. [She considers that a moment] We could go to the store and blow up bubble bath.

[It's okay. She understands. It is distracting.] I'm supposed to carry this with me everywhere. It gets lost in my purse sometimes though.

[captainfuckingmagic]

Why are you s'posed to walk around with that? That also seems like a really bad idea, and I'm not usually the guy pointing out the bad ideas. Can you blow up bubb— No, I mean, like [ explosion noise ] blow up, bubble bath.

[mightbeconcussed]

You know. Dangerous City. Bad people. Yadda yadda self protection? I blew up a carousel horse once when it attacked me.

[She considers that for a moment.]

It blows up the bottles, I think. Bubble bath sort of goes everywhere.

[captainfuckingmagic]

You-- what? A carousel horse? How did that even happen? All you have to do is run in a straight line to get away from one.

[ And then he considers that for a second. ]

Does it make the like, oily bubbles? Oily rainbow bubble explosions.

[mightbeconcussed]

They jumped off the carousel horse and were chasing people down. It hit my shoulder and left a huge bruise.

[She has to consider that as well.] I don't know? I haven't actually ever tried it.

[captainfuckingmagic]

Wait did you say you were actually in a relationship with somebody you thought was evil because this place is weird? And that made you not anti-relationship?

[mightbeconcussed]

[Lucy has to think about it.] Yes. Kind of. Except the last part. The crazy of this place made me think that maybe relationships wouldn't be so bad 'cause there's someone to watch your back, you know? I mean well in that case, I had someone to watch my back. In the case of like Neil, I'd rather him stay home then do back watching 'cause he'd get hurt and Harry...wouldn't.

Also, I found out he was possibly evil because the City is weird. It turned everything into Hell. He was like one of the major players in Hell. He got me out of the river of blood when I should've been stuck there the entire curse.

[Also he occasionally went crazy and ate people so...you know...evil.]

And I think it made me more anti-relationship. Like, who wants to fall in love with someone and need them and then they disappear.

[captainfuckingmagic]

[ He considers that, in his somewhat inebriated state. It makes sense. Not that it wouldn't sober, but we're not totally sober right now, are we? ]

I don't think I knew Neil. This other Harry sounds like a total non-credit to our name though. Not to harp on your old boyfriends, or, you know, insinuate that there aren't like, a fucking billion of us.

[ The last comment though, he finds that sort of sad. He totally gets it, but he can understand something and find it sad at the same time, surprisingly enough. ]

I don't know, I think people are sort of supposed to need other people. Otherwise, why would there be so many of us?

[mightbeconcussed]

[Totally not sober and good for him that it makes sense at all.]

Neil was sweet. Kind of nerdy, but in a good way and way tolerant of my crazy which is like a huge thing. [Viola witness another one of her issues that she won't usually discuss.]
Harry was...yeah. Not a good guy. I mean...he found me amusing and he was good to me most of the time and I guess I just really wanted him to be a good guy, you know? My idea of him was better than the actual him.

[She sighs deeply and orders another drink as she drains hers.]

I don't know. There are a lot of rabbits. Do you think they need each other for anything besides having more rabbit babies?

[captainfuckingmagic]

I don't think you're crazy though. Who thinks you're crazy? I like you.

[ He feels vaguely like he's had this conversation before, except instead of this being something he realized, it was something told to him by the object of his affections. It's kind of weird and annoying hearing someone else get it without any help. He finishes his drink, ordering another when she does.

He thinks about that really hard for a minute or two. He liked his reasoning and this rabbit thing threatens to poke a hole in it. ]

Defense?

[mightbeconcussed]

It's just one of those things, you know? I think it's a common misconception about me.

[They have so much in common. She's been told she was crazy by more than one guy, not really an object of affection so much as a one night stand.]

Defense. Maybe? Safety in numbers and all that. Also, more of us to slaughter in a big group.

[captainfuckingmagic]

[ he considers that. then concludes most people are kind of assholes. who knew. he's not surprised. ]

Okay the slaughter thing, you're just making it sad now, okay, don't bring that up, dork.

[mightbeconcussed]

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Sorry. Okay so happier things. Warm and fuzzy things.

<small>[She takes a drink of her shot, considers things a moment and then leans in and kisses him.]</smalL>

[captainfuckingmagic]

[ He'd gone back to start on his new drink after calling her a dork, thankfully having just finished and setting it back down when she bumps into his shoulder, because that would have been fun. She starts talking, he looks at her, smiling a little, because yeah, exactly, warm, happy, fuzzy things. He watches her contemplate - because they're both not sober and watching not sober people contemplate things is funny even to other not sober people, and is therefore quite surprised when she kisses him. ]

Did you just call me warm and fuzzy?