myafterlifesux (myafterlifesux) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2023-09-02 19:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, george lass (myafterlifesux), kenny mccormick (mysterion), ~2023 september |
Awkward Conversations
Who: George and Kenny
What: Awkward Conversation
When: Saturday evening
Where: The Den
Warnings: Language, maybe?
Status: Incomplete
George wasn't sure why she'd found herself sitting at the bar of the Den, but here she was. She'd ordered several shots of tequila and slammed them in quick succession. Being undead didn't mean it was harder for her to get drunk than any other girl her size, it just meant that no matter how bad it got, she wouldn't die of it. So she was feeling pretty numb by the time she'd finished a second set of shots.
She still couldn't believe she'd had a kid. Kids, plural. And one with Kenny, of all people!
Wade--he was actually kind of amusing, in his weird way. Crazy as a...crazy thing, but amusing. And his appearance was a little offputting, but George had seen far, far, far, far...far worse as a Reaper. And Xavier was kinda hot, actually. But Kenny?
He was just fucking annoying. He laughed at her for not getting laid at an orgy. At two orgies, actually, not that she was counting. And she definitely wasn't ever going to admit it. Except, she had, hadn't she? On a network post or two, if she recalled correctly in her drunken haze. Why? Why did she do that? Because she didn't care if people knew because fuck them, that's why!
Where was she going with this? George paused to marshall her thoughts, and deal with the way gravity seemed to be shifting at random. She nearly slid off her bar stool.
Right! Fucking Kenny. She must have been absolutely hammered to have slept with him. Except...Joy and Lola insisted she'd dated Kenny for a whole year. A whole yea of boning Kenny. The mind reeled. And the body. George slapped both hands on the bar to steady herself and told the bartender to fuck off when he asked if she were okay.
"You're cut off," he retorted.
"Fuck you!" George said, giving him the finger. "I've been kicked out of better dives than this."
The bartender nodded to somebody. George looked over her shoulder. A security thug was coming this way. Shit. Fuck. Well, watch this, asshole.
By the time the security goon got to the bar, neither he nor the bartender noticed George slide off the barstool and stagger toward Kenny's office. Reapers could choose to interact with the living, but they could also choose not to. It made escorting the newly departed away from the scene of their death much easier when otherwise the cops would object to people traipsing through it.
She walked by the goon standing guard at the door to Kenny's office and threw the door open dramatically. She pointed with equal drama at Kenny. "YOU did that to me!"