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"Do you want to go get lunch?"
"Or just jump down here."
"Please?"
"Thank God," she said flatly, tossing back the whiskey and leaning back into the pillows.
She squinted before standing up reluctantly. "What are you doing here, anyway?"
He kissed her back, his hand on her jaw.
"It is the decision of the council."
"Do you need music?"
She looked down at him thoughtfully, taking another sip of the whiskey. "Can you get drunk here?"
"You should be worried," she repeated, a little quieter this time.
He grinned down at her. "I love you too, Tez."
"We will drown ourselves."
"Can you dance for me?"
She patted next to her on the bed. "Sit down?"
"You should be," she said pointedly.
"What a nice happenstance."
"The Council has decided!"
He flipped the pancake easily, looking over at her curiously.
She raised an eyebrow, taking a small swig of the whiskey. "Am I wrong?" she teased, looking up at him.
"I suppose you should. This Plague won't be limited to rodents and birds forever. It's growing faster. You should be worried."
