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[The door is shut. Not locked, never locked, but the door to Delia's and Josie's room is shut.]

[inside, there is only one person - Delia. Lovely, pretty little Delia, red-eyed and curled up on her bed.]

[Drinking]

[Because some things never change.]

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I think.

That would have made me happy once.

Yes.

Not anymore?

I don't know what I want anymore.

Wine?

[she holds up the bottle]

Yeah.

That's probably a good start.

Lovely.

Josie's off amusing herself, so she won't be back for a while. Or the night.

[she gestures to the bed with her free hand]

I talked to her.

*Carefully, Thom climbs up next to Delia on the bed. He winces.*

No scratch-marks? I'm impressed.

[she passes the bottle over]

I think I have enough.

Don't you?

*He takes the bottle and drinks.*

[her eyes flick over him]

[lightly,]

Perhaps.

Perhaps?

*Thom has another drink. Yeah: he's hogging.*

She missed a spot.

Where?

There, [and she points]

*Thom regards her coldly and loftily.*

You are a shrewish and heartless bitch. I'm in pain. Have a drink.

*and he passes the bottle back*

Thank you.

*sounding tired, he shrugs and lies down.*

Fuck you too.

Not your type, dearest.

Don't be literal.

I'm tired, I'm drunk, I just walked away from the love of my life, and you are drinking my wine in my room.

I can literal if I want to.

*Maturely, Thom pokes her in the side.*

I don't want to play whose life sucks more.

[she throws a pillow at him.]

Neither do I. M'just saying.

*Thom protests, hissing*

Ow.

[For a moment, her expression is stricken (someone who claims to love him...)
and she bites her bottom lip and says,]

Oh, Thom, I'm sorry.

[before she stops, and runs her free hand through her hair]

*and he smiles, closing his eyes*

Too bad for you -- I'm invincible.