The visual flickers to Party, curled up in the back of his car, looking a cross between very confused, very embarrassed, and maybe a little scared. That's what you get when you push a witch into an oven, but he's not quite sure how to put that one in to words. He's used to killing people, but right now he's not exactly in Taxon's good books, never
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"You love picking flowers," he huffs, not even looking at the tablet laid by his side as he lights another cigarette, bundled up and sitting at the beach, his face barely visible between sunglasses and a scarf pulled up to his chin.
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"Look, I'm just saying, I didn't mean anything bad. C'mon, man. Even glitched I saved you from... you know."
He pauses, too, licking lips.
"Let's not tell anyone we killed her, okay?"
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How did you fare? Kobra also.
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There's some relief there. An unstated 'glad you made it through', not that she's surprised. But they weren't themselves. They were...less themselves than Gwen thinks they've ever been, this time. So, she's just glad they didn't get themselves killed.
"Hey."
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oh.
Okay, Party. Try not to jump the gun. It was a glitch. It was a glitch, remember her face? That was pretty ugly. It doesn't matter that it wasn't her face you were looking at.
Party clears his throat, looking pointedly to the side and sighing. This? This is going to suck. This is totally not him blushing, either.
"I.. hey."
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At least this isn't half as awkward as she thought it was going to be. She remembers their little get-together at the river, so it doesn't surprise her that he does too. And of course Party Boy's all spazzed out about seeing her naked. He's a blusher. As for her? She's not so much shy about her body. She knows it looks good, she shows it off as much as she can, and she loves getting all the blushes and stares and batting-boylashes from men. But she usually does that without being stark nude.
That being said, Gwen feels a little awkward.
"Thanks for..."
The quip dies on her tongue, and she freezes. Perfect. Smooth. Gwen. Luckily, this is Party, and she can be a little more herself, and in this case, sloppy.
"I got nothing."
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Oh for fuck's sake. Pull yourself together, Party, don't be a goddamn girl about this. He rubs his face in his hands, grumbling and muttering something about DJ Hot Chimp before looking back up.
"For the record, Tumbleweed, I'm not calling you fair maiden anymore."
But...but.. daaaaaamn. Gwen was a looker.
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"As for the question regarding death, I can only speak to my experience, which is: yes."
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Party visibly perks up, even if Long's voice is pinched, and the relief is evident in his own voice.
"Good. Wait--you died before?"
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He shifts in his armchair, wincing, not that Party can see it. Heavens, but everything is sore. In more ways than the physical.
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It wasn't her first death and, as unpleasant as the oven had been, it was still nicer than the relentless and methodical torture Angelus had inflicted. She'd forgiven him as soon as she'd stepped out of the soil, a brand new monster. She'd probably forgive the boys as well, if they were nice.
"Did you get to keep the flowers?"
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Party had nothing against killing--but he did have a bit of a problem with killing people in Taxon (and no, Extras didn't count), especially given the fact that he already had half of Taxon grumpy at him.
"No," He said carefully, eyeing the other from his end of the tablet.
"....Are you milkshake?"
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Milkshakes were cold and sweet, but she'd been too hot and too sore. Then everything had turned dark. She'd had to claw her way back to the surface without a single star to light away. Except there hadn't been a surface No surface and no soil to scrap from her fingernails when she woke up. Just Drusilla and the darkness and a head blissfully empty of dreams for once.
"I'm all better now."
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