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[pinkeffinprofessional]

If you don't know who the fuck you're trying to reach, then hang up the fucking phone. If not, leave a message. Try to make it snappy, will you?

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

so when you coming over?

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[mintjulep]

what are you cooking tonight?

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

pork tenderloin with apricot chutney. i considered couscous but there's only so much fucking irony one man should be able to take.

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[mintjulep]

think that'll go well with illegal blue alcohol?

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

i say we find out

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[mintjulep]

sounds good to me.

hope you don't have anywhere to be tomorrow morning, because you're going to be way too hungover to get there.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

you're the one with the 9-5

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[mintjulep]

i'm taking the night shift tomorrow. i'll be fine.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

if you say so. come over.

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[mintjulep]

what time?

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

seven.

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[mintjulep]

see you then.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

sure

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[mintjulep]

[ Sure enough, at seven, here comes a knock. ]

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

[The door opens and Pink doesn't even say hi before going back in the apartment. Pink's cat mrrows and goes to greet Bones]

So how'd you get this shit anyway?

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[mintjulep]

[ Thanks Pink. Bones shuts the door behind him before letting the cat sniff his hand. If the animal doesn't decide to claw him, he'll get some pets. ]

I told you, this weekend.

[ He got it from a wish from a catalien in exchange for magical girl powers to fight witches. ]

There were about ten people from back home running around.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Mean!Cat just sniffs him and meows. He recognizes a kindred cranky spirity]

Yeah? No one from back home came to see me, I just got teenage girls calling me Nucky.

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[mintjulep]

[ Good cat. Have some scritches. ]

Several from the wrong timeline, but it was somethin'. Even if I talked to an alternate version of myself.

[ It was weird, Pink. It was very, very weird. ]

Nucky? The hell?

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Cat mrrows and twitches his remaining ear, then haughtily marches off.]

Fuck if I know.

[He sits back at his tinytiny table]

But shit, guess it could have been worse.

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[mintjulep]

[ He loves you too, cat. Either way, time to put that booze down. ]

Yeah.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Pink stares at it for a minute]

Shit, it really looks toxic in person.

[HAND UP IN PROTEST]

And don't give me any of that fucking technical doctor crap that it is toxic.

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[mintjulep]

[ He almost looks put out. Almost. ]

I told you it was blue. Food might help, a little.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

I'm going to start thinking you're only using me for the food.

[He plates up some dinner for both of them in his kitchen and passes it over]

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[mintjulep]

It's scientific fact that having something in your stomach means you get drunk slower.

[ Why thank you. ]

Besides, I didn't even know you cooked when I met you.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

I thought this shit had some magic instant-drunk technology.

[But Pink is half-grinning as he eats]

I hate cooking for one anyway. The plating makes me fucking depressed.