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[msskagpocalypse]

Since finding herself a somewhat alternative form of employment as a lab rat - before reverting back to her former fighting, stealing and screwing job - Lilith has found herself in receipt of a large amount of cash. When you've bought all the guns and eyeliner a girl could want and you find yourself in some really bizarre excuse of a bar where you'

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[brainventilator]

Mordecai isn't one to give her a medal for anything, but he has to admit that she's come a long way from some teenage girl drinking more than she can handle. Well, she has and she hasn't, in different ways.

"Looks like somebody's having some fun by herself," he remarks, his feet propped up on a nearby table as he picks his teeth clean. "Special occasion, or...?"

[msskagpocalypse]

"Day that ends in Y." The words roll automatically off her tongue before she even turns to look at him. She'd know that voice anywhere. It's the voice of her past, deeper and more cultured, but still familiar.

"No rest for the wicked." She tips her glass at him.

[brainventilator]

Typical answer from her. Some things never change, even when they do.

"That what you're calling yourself now? 'Wicked'?" He cocks an eyebrow from beneath his mask, only visible by the slight crinkling of leather and the shifting of his goggles. He's use the same word to describe himself, of course, but that's not the point.

"You must be pretty good at this 'wicked' thing to afford all this."

[msskagpocalypse]

You know what they say. The more things change the more they stay the damn same.

"If the boot fits --" Steal it from the store and wear it. "Hey, being a human lab rat has it's perks." There's a brief pause during which Lilith's alcohol brain tries to connect the dots and finally realises what she's just said.

Shit