text; un: aphrodite

[wingstosee]

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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[wingstosee]

[ 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. ]

[teaserving]

[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.

[wingstosee]

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.

[teaserving]

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.

[wingstosee]

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?

[teaserving]

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.