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[furwithfangs]

And it’s time to get drunk.

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[dealing_death]

Tequila?

[furwithfangs]

Sounds like a plan.

[dealing_death]

What are we drinking to?

[furwithfangs]

Life. Death. Something in between?

[dealing_death]

[She pours them both 2 shots of tequila.] I'll drink to whatever is on your mind.

[furwithfangs]

These days there's not much on my mind. [He downs the shot and taps his glass for a refill.]

[dealing_death]

Nathan. [She pours him another.] We were friends long before we were anything else. Talk to me. About anything.

[furwithfangs]

It's the same thing as always with too much death.

[dealing_death]

Death is always too much. One or one hundred, it is always too much. [She pauses and takes her own drink in hand, quickly pouring it down her throat.] That is what this is, my love....[She pokes his chest and then her own.] Us. No one else has to know if it gets to you. No one knows if it gets to me. You do. I tell you. My secrets die here. [She places her hand over his heart.] The rest of the world can think me a monster. A murdered. Cold. Uncaring. When it is too much? When I cannot take seeing another pair of dead eyes in my mind? I come home to you, curl up in our bed, and find my solace. I can be that for you if you will trust me with your heart, Nathan.

[furwithfangs]

[Nathan takes her hand and kisses the palm.] You always know I come back to you. Maybe that's enough.

[dealing_death]

That is enough for me. Is it enough for you?

[furwithfangs]

It is today. Today is all that matters.

[dealing_death]

[She pours them both another shot.] I can drink to that.

[furwithfangs]

Looks like the plan to get drunk is working. [Nathan takes the glass and downs a mouthful.]

[dealing_death]

Will there be karaoke?

[furwithfangs]

Do you want your ears to bleed?

[dealing_death]

I think I can handle it, my love.

[furwithfangs]

You'll have to drink me under the table to get me there.