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so i've been stuck inside because i don't know if i'm allergic to bees, and i'm DEFINITELY allergic to giant ants, and also i'm pretty sure half of my friends have vanished.
not trying to whine or anything. i mean, that's sort of how life is after getting space dimension kidnapped?
like, don't get me wrong, i WANT to whine. but it's happened before. and unless we find a way to change that it'll keep happening.
so i guess... if you recognize me just say something?
just so i know you're still here.

anyway.

i've got three days left as a teen, life sucks, and i've still got a few bottles of the drinks from last place i was at.
i want to make bad decisions. give me stupid ideas
like... are there clubs around here? can anyone recommend one?
i've never been clubbing. and i kind of feel like there might be a time limit on that??

screw it. who wants to get fucked up and go clubbing

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heck yes!
i'm actually looking forward to it. haha

[ and that feeling doesn't subside as the day passes. it's the day after at nine, and venus finds herself waiting at the coordinates she sent abbacchio after their little conversation - an almost extravagant izakaya, hidden down the alleyways of amegahara.

for her part, venus is eminently presentable; a black dress and sharp makeup pull their weight in drawing the eye past sanguis's changes. not that it's hard to notice those; the eyes all across her are reptilian, and her wings have shifted down her body to merge completely with her arms. she sits inside the bar, waiting for any sign of abbacchio.

this probably would have gone easier if she knew what he looked like, huh. ]

[The place is a lot nicer than he'd expected. Fortunately, he's tried to work hard to bury his grief under makeup and clothes, his woolish hair bound tight in a thick braid, but nothing he can do to deal with his horns except accentuate them with beads. Dressing up feels empty, but it's also the closest he's felt to normal in awhile.

Once he's inside, he genuinely has no idea who to look for, but the draconic looking lady might be a good start.]

Venus? [Well, if he's wrong, so be it.]

[ he's not wrong, not even slightly. she's been watching abbacchio since he came in, curiosity and interest clear across her face, and when he finally asks if she's venus - well, looks like this is all the confirmation she needed. ]

Yeah! Heck yeah. That's me, alright. [ she's wearing a warm, almost confident smile. maybe that's because of sanguis in the sky. or the clothes she's wearing. or maybe it's because of the half-empty pink martini glass in front of her. ] It's cool to meet you in person. Abbacchio, right?

[ against all odds, miraculously, she doesn't completely mangle it. he's probably heard better, though. ]

One and only.

[He settles himself down next to her, but he does at least have enough manners to offer his hand. Otherwise, he's definitely ordering some wine, and telling the keep to leave the bottle. Hell knows he needs it.]

How's being a dragon treating you? Been one once. Okay experience I guess.

It's better than being a snake, at least. Even if I'd rather just be a devil.

[ as is, she still has some degree of hand-adjacent limb. so she offers it to abbacchio, palm down, no firmness in her wrist. she's not sure whether that's what he's going for, or whether he wants a handshake?? but like fuck if she's giving out handshakes right now. she's a lady, and also a dragon, and ALSO the devil and all three of those are things that mean she does whatever the hell she wants. she's pretty sure, at least. ]

You look a lot more... put-together? Than I thought you would. [ a beat. ] Not an insult. And I didn't think you'd look bad either. It's just kind of nice knowing that I didn't overdress.

Unfortunately, that isn't up to us. You're a furry when they damned well please.

[Alas, Abbacchio isn't polite enough to kiss the back of her hand, but he does treat it delicately, a small modest lift and a nod of his head. She is, after all, indeed a lady.]

Gotta compensate for my shitty personality somehow. [He says it like it's not a joke, and he probably means it that way.] You look good yourself. Honestly, I wasn't expecting such a nice place.

[ like fuck if she's gonna complain about that. good enough for her! she takes a sip of her drink - honestly, she's just grateful she still has enough of a hand to hold it - and only screws up her face a little as she responds. ]

I've literally only been to a few places before this?? The last place I was at, you couldn't even walk near the nicer spots if your owner wasn't with you. God, that was just... Fucked.

Hm, I really need to keep it in mind where you were at last. It's understandable you'd pick a place like this. I'd probably have lost my shit if I was in that city you were in before.

[He pauses so he can have a long sip from his glass. It's nice, probably more expensive than he should be spending his money on. Work does all right to fill in the gaps, but he hasn't properly moonlaced in awhile.]

Does that make Lunatia basically a cakewalk for you?

Honestly? It gets kind of boring, sometimes. [ it's weird to admit, but it's not like she's fully sober. besides, she's already told him some, right? what's the harm in a little more? ] Going from wondering if you were going to die, looking for some way to do something, to just... sitting around, waiting for the next moons or the next weird thing to happen. It feels wrong. Like I should be doing something.

[ she should be doing something. she takes another sip, then another, gulping down half the glass with an almost masochistic relish. she clanks it down, staring at the remaining lemon peel before speaking again. ]

This place is... It's stagnant. That's the word. [ she leans forward, the warmth beginning to spread in her belly. ] Mind if I try that? I asked them to put it on my tab anyway.

Boring, huh. [Not that he takes any offense to it, but he'd still take it in comparison to some things he himself has experienced. But he can understand a bit where she's coming from, too.]

It does kind of feel like the state of the city returns to the status quo, huh. [He daintily holds out the glass to Venus.] Here, give it a try. Wine doesn't seem like it'll fuck you up, but it can if it tastes as light as this.

Maybe boring's not the right word. Stagnant works better anyway. But it's definitely that. [ she takes the glass gingerly, taking a respectfully-sized sip...

...and actually taking a moment to consider it. holy shit. ] That doesn't even taste alcoholic?? What the fuck. Is this magic? Are you like. A witch?

You're probably right. I wonder if Heaven's any different.

[The reaction makes him cackle for a moment, grinning at Venus for a moment.] C'mon, you make it sound like you've hardly had any booze before. This is the nice shit.

[ now, that gets a reaction out of her: a long raspberry, tongue between her lips as she makes the most immature, concise "fuck god" she possibly can manage right now. ]

Yeah, it is, because Heaven's actually boring. No more alcohol, or fighting, or fucking, just singing God's perfect praises unto eternity. [ another sip. she at least has the propriety to not swig it - if something doesn't taste like complete garbage, she's willing to acknowledge it's probably worth pacing yourself on. ] God. Has anyone told you you have good taste? I should be asking for lessons.

[ okay, that's good. she's just... gonna push the glass back, very gently. ]

[He barks out a laugh at the reaction.]

Well, fuck that, then. Maybe I ended up in limbo instead of Hell or Heaven. Who's to say, though. At least there was wine when I was there for a minute.

[The glass is taken back and he has another long drink, like he desperately needs it.]

I know I've got good taste. But it doesn't hurt to hear it. I think around here, they've also got something really close to plum wine. It's actually pretty sweet, too. Doesn't hit you until you're almost done with your glass.

I'm pretty sure limbo doesn't exist, though? Unless you're Catholic. [ and then, almost bashfully- ] -actually, I only really know about Protestant stuff. Which is. Kind of embarrassing for the devil, I feel?

[ their drinking habits aren't the healthiest, but venus doesn't comment on it. unlike abbacchio gracefully taking the compliment and returning with a recommendation of his own, which gets a giggle and a grin from her. ]

I feel like I should prooooobably try that? Hold on, let me- [ one wing stretches up a bit, just enough to peek out over the partitions of the bar. ] -okay, I'm pretty sure a waiter should be by soon? Do you want any, or should I just go solo on this one.

So what, stuff only exists because you believe in it? I didn't even believe I'd go anywhere nice. Anyway, I threw out most of the stuff I was taught as a kid. It was all garbage to me.

[Sure, their habits are shit, but Abbacchio is self-aware about it. But also not about to stop.]

Nah. Hit me up with it. Doesn't hurt to do something different.

Nnno, that doesn't sound right. Or maybe it is? Maybe they're all just... the same thing, at some point. Like, when you get down to it. God and the devil, Satan and Jesus. It's just. Good versus evil, right? Maybe that's all it really is.

[ aha. she catches the waiter's attention, and orders... more than she should. two glasses of plum wine. a skewer of "yakitori." something she has to point at on the menu, because she has absolutely no idea where to even start on that one. when the waiter steps away, she immediately picks up on the previous conversation. ]

...I don't think so, though. Or I guess I just don't feel like I should? It feels kind of like that's being presumptuous. I don't even know much about other religions, you know?

I don't think it's that simple, do you? Even if people have skewed perspectives on what evil is, I really don't think that's you, Venus. Maybe God's a rigid asshole stuck up in his ways, but the Devil sounds like she just wants her freedom.

The hell do I know, though? Mohammed-- he believed in different shit. ...I never really asked him about it, but maybe I should have. I didn't believe in anything, but there was clearly something he followed.

[He sighs and finishes his glass of wine bitterly.]

Anyway. I'm the last guy that could tell you about any of this. I was in the afterlife for a couple of minutes before I was found alive in this place. All I know is that it wasn't hell. It was like I found salvation even when I didn't deserve it.

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text; un: aphrodite

i just realized they're meeting at the peak of sanguis. good thing venus is dragon now

its ok abbacchio is too depressed to be that bitchy

i typed "hell yes" at first and then realized that was horrendously insensitive LOL

LMAO KARI

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