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it was sometime later. Josie had sulked but, ultimately, had done as Delia has asked and found another room for the night. Or couple of days. Or...well, you get the picture]

[the other picture is that of Delia and Thom, lounging on her double bed.]

[both very, very drunk]

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*head loosely back on her shoulder, sounding tired*

Deeell.

[slowly, she turns her head, a little, but she really can't look at him from this angle.]

Yeees?

Ask me again.

[softly]

What's wrong?

*too drunk to blush, he says as if it's funny*

I got beat up by a girl.

*which it is*

[Delia frowns, though]

Who?

Don't know her name.

Red.

[nope, pretty frown not going away]

Red...auburn hair and organe eyes?

Met, have you.

Once. I was having a fight...or maybe I was drunk. Or both, I don't rememeber. I remember her, though.

[and Delia? Is Not Happy]

Oh.

*Thom is silent, turning that over in his mind.*

Stormed off, I think. I did.

*wryly, twisting to half-smile at Delia* I tried that, too.

Bitch.

Who, me?

Sometimes.

I meant her, but you have an excellent point.

*Thom pouts at her*

[she looks innocent]

[she does it surprisingly well]

*he sighs, turning slightly away from her*

[softly]

Dearest?

*almost inaudibly* Kissed me, too.

*he turns back, violet eyes stormy-dark* It hurt.

[Delia

just

stares]

Fucking little bitch.

*and he lowers his eyes.

blushes angrily*

Safe here, though?

-- with you?

*Thom laughs.*

...point [she admits, and then giggles]

Hmmph.

Safer then downstairs, maybe. At this moment in time.

Maybe.

*Thom yawns, settling into the curve of her side with practiced ease.

Sternly* No biting.

Only because I'm too drunk to, [she murmurs]

*softly* Whore.

*And without further ado . . .

He falls asleep.*

Bitch.

[Delia mutters, though not without affection.]

[but it takes her a little while longer to fall asleep.]

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