Bill felt an odd thrill of excitement, something that was at once both new and distantly familiar to him, as he started on his way to Sookie’s house. It had been well over 100 years since he’d last proposed to a woman, and despite his age and experience, it appeared he was not immune to nervousness. It would wash away, surely, the moment he set
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"Calm down, Billy," he said dryly. "Whining will hardly do you any good here."
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"Eric," he acknowledged stiffly. "Of course you would be here." He took another look around. "And just where is here, exactly?"
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"Here would be Taxon. Don't be expecting a welcoming committee."
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[Cassie snorted, rolling her eyes, even thought he can't see it.]
Oh, yeah. That'll do wonders with the management. They'll let you go home any minute now. Good luck with that, pal.
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"Sarcasm aside, just who is the 'management' here?" he asked, in hopes that, if nothing else, he could get some idea of the extent of his predicament.
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[Oh, Cassie. You are SO helpful.]
Some people say that it's either pirates or aliens. And I haven't seen any empty bottles of rum around, so I'm leaning towards the second one.
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"I... see." Well, that was decidedly inelegant. Bill cleared his throat, tried to think of something more intelligent to say, but in the end, he didn't manage more than a disbelieving "Aliens?"
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But yes. A voice response. A hopefully-very-familiar voice response.]
Bill? Oh my goodness!
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