The more things change, the more they stay the same.

[arjiki_diamonds]

Things with the Gale Force had gone ... better and worse than he'd been expecting. Garion had more or less put the team through the ringer much faster than he thought possible, and Geoffrey had been sent off (grudgingly) to find Elphaba

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[suit_of_sables]

Geoffrey asked for a bag of ice and put it up to the shiner on his eye. That hadn't been a Gale Forcer. That had been Elphaba. He had assured Fiyero, however, that the punch had happened before he'd started talking and not after.

[arjiki_diamonds]

The fact the punch had happened before the talking and not after hadn't done much to make him feel better, unfortunately.

Fiyero frowned, pushing the door of the room open with his hip and dropping mournfully onto the nearby couch, cracking open the cherry vodka. He left the door open, though. It was as good an invitation for Geoffrey as any.

[suit_of_sables]

Geoffrey followed in and settled at the other side of the couch. Then he pulled out a flask and took a long pull.

"So. That was..."

He looked over.

"You're still alive. I consider this mission accomplished."

[arjiki_diamonds]

Fiyero was ... angry at himself.

"I can't believe I was stupid enough to think she might actually decide to choose being happy with me over her revolution."

He took a swig from his own bottle. Urg.

"And I might as well be dead anyway. I can't be going back to Oz any time soon, and I doubt she'll come here. As if she'll have the time."