[open] a friend in need is a friend indeed

[idontlikecake]

There is so much Lily Fuchizaki needs to do. There's the whole catching up on grad school after her ward went partially insane bit, but right now, she's on her way up to see Iris in the Kashtta. That doesn't mean she won't bump into a few other people on the way. If anything, it's pretty likely considering how overly polite she can get.

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[hauntinyourass]

"See? She agrees with me!" Katja says, gesturing at Sunshine with her glass, then taking another swig and noticing that Sunshine's staring at her and not the stupid bartender. Well, she's not the most attractive person on the planet, but at least she's showing some interest. Not that Katja's going to take home anyone who merely shows interest, but she can at least have someone to flirt with for the rest of the night before she goes home to pass out. Or back to her labs to pass out. Same thing, really. "This one," she continues with a grin, "has her head screwed on straight. I bet she needs to know about tentacles. Change the channel, man, post-haste."

The bartender sighs, rolling his eyes, and changes the channel back to the Discovery Channel. He's fairly certain that she'll get distracted in three seconds and he can go back to watching his reality show.

She hadn't noticed Francis at all, given Sunshine's attentions, but when he speaks she turns around, glass obscuring half her face as she drains the last of her beer. "Undead!" she exclaims perkily. "And not hallucinating at all, she'll have you know. Sometimes you wake up after a really terrible bender involving poisoned chocolate with a killer headache and realize you've -- youuuuuuu."

She's recognized you, Francis. "I was supposed to kill you." What she would give to have her purseful of needles right now. Oh, what she would give. She plonks the empty glass down on the bar, turning to the bartender. "Refill!" she says, still glaring at Francis.

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[consumesflesh]

"Indeed," Sunshine says, turning to the bartender with a set of puppy dog eyes. "There's so much about tentacles I need to learn."

Then she's back to focusing on Katja, but the woman is now talking to her current drinking buddy person. Rambling, even. Sunshine likes this woman. Where is more tequila when she needs it? This looks like beautiful drama, just about to start.

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[whatheytoldya]

"That was a long time ago," Francis says. Sometimes it's easy to forget that while it was a long time ago for him, for most everyone else, it really wasn't that long. "Which would have been a pity. I rather like being alive."

Of course the Rift decided to vampire his not-actual-crush. It's not like he ever really had feelings for her. That was all just -- probably her doing, even.

"You know, I was supposed to kill you, after everything panned out, but instead, someone else got around to it. Whatever. It was a whole bunch of rift-shit, either way. Felling family full of motherfelling -- fellers." He pauses, knocking back the last of his drink. "You know, I think I'll get another one too.

"So, you planning on drugging me tonight, and taking advantage of me, or do you have better plans? Because I was rather enjoying tonight, so if you want to go off and bother someone else--"

It hurts. It hurts so fucking much, remembering everything he found in her. She was someone he'd been able to relate to. Someone that he'd been able to form a genuine emotional bond with, only to find that it was all bullshit. And even after he found out, it didn't go away. Things didn't get any better.

So much time, so much time. That's the only thing that had healed the hurt, the betrayal. That, and the healthy amount of reconditioning he went through. She's not worth his time anymore. He needs to just step away, let her and the crazy angel flirt or something.

But he can't.

[hauntinyourass]

"Aw, we could have had a murder party!" Katja exclaims. "Except it would have ended with you dead anyway, so you're lucky my accident happened either way. Besides, I like bothering you better than the rest of these people. What did you do with all your hair, anyway? Did it come alive and wander off--do you have a familiar made of hair?"

She takes the glass from the bartender again, taking a gulp and plopping herself down on a stool. "Also," she natters on, this time encompassing Sunshine in her rambles, "is it just my taste buds not working right anymore since they were frozen for so long, or is this beer actually complete shit? I told them to give me the best they had on tap."

[whatheytoldya]

"I cut it off somewhere in the 39th century," Francis deadpans. "And your taste buds are perfectly fine, as far as I can tell. There's a reason I'm drinking whiskey."

Even after all this time, she's endearing. The way she makes fun of him, the way she just blathers on. Katja's still the same person, and he can't seem to let go of that.

"And if you still want to have a murder party, I'm all up for it."

Sunshine was momentarily distracted by more tequila shots appearing. But then what everyone said kind of sinks in and she looks confused.

"You were alive in the 39th century?" she asks. He doesn't feel like a Wanderer.