33 Apocalypse Ave, Tuesday Afternoon

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It was October, even if the weather didn't match Tumblr's expectations of the month, and Kathy was getting into the spooky spirit. She'd decorated the living room with some window decals and a small stuffed bat for the cats to play with, there were a chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven and a bowl of ganache cooling on the counter for chocolate monster cookies, and two gallons of apple cider sat in the fridge, waiting to be mulled or spiked with cinnamon-flavored booze.

Now she was sprawled on the couch, playing through her repertoire of songs she'd learned on the guitar, and trying to figure out if she could learn to play Bad Moon Rising before it ceased being relevant. Hmm, maybe she should try to play something off of the Bad Seeds' Murder Ballads instead.

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"You gotta wash it down with whiskey, obviously."

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"...If there's still whiskey, there's no way we'll be wasting time or stomach space on schnapps and beer."

That was just, like, common sense.

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"So basically we'd have to go shopping for more booze," Dante mused. "'s cool."

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"I mean, that's just a facet of vacation," Kathy said. "How about we send you and keep the bed warm for when you get back."

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Dante rolled his eyes. "How about no?" he said. "I like warm beds too. Especially not leaving them."

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"But if we're out of booze!" Kathy protested, giggling. "You're the strongest and most durable of us! I'm a thin-blooded California girl and we can't send Anders."

Even if Ferelden did seem to be made of cold and ice.

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"Why not?" Dante posited. "He's used to mud."

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"Because he has eyes and they are unfair," Kathy said, sounding resigned.

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"So you look at me while you ask him," Dante said practically. "That might work."

Anders did have heavily unfair puppy eyes.

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"Why don't you ask him then?" Kathy replied, giving Dante a look.

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"Fine, I'll kick Anders out of bed, since you're a fuckin' wimp," Dante declared.

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Kathy did not actually believe Dante would do it. Kathy had seen Anders use the sad eyes and doubted Dante's commitment to staying warm in the face of them.

But this resulted in her staying under warm blankets with a booze delivery coming to her, so she was wisely staying quiet.

"The wimpiest of wimps," she agreed instead. "Tiny, wimpy Kathy, that's me."

Also warm and booze-delivered. It was good to be a wimp sometimes.

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"I don't know what you're smartassing about," Dante said, after a pause, "But I don't like it."

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"I'm not smartassing!" Kathy said, giving him big eyes and nodding. "I'm agreeing with you!"

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"I don't believe it," Dante accused.

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"What else could I have meant?" she said, trying the big eyes of her own.

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"I don't know," Dante said, squinting at her. "But you meant something."

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"Throwing around baseless accusations is just rude," Kathy declared with a solemn nod. "Especially when I was agreeing with you." She strummed a minor chord to highlight how truly saddened she was by all of this.

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"That was a super-sarcastic strum, I don't fuckin' believe it," Dante announced. "I'm keeping my eye on you, Kat."

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"So now my guitar playing is sarcastic?" Kathy asked, cracking up. "What have I done to fall so low in your estimations?"

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"Make that face."

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"It's just my face!" she said, still sputtering laughter. "You can't be mistrust me because of my face! It's a perfectly good face!"

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"Not when you do that with it," Dante accused, waving the pick at her face.

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"I'm sorry you think laughter somehow makes me untrustworthy," Kathy said, affecting penitence and likely doing that thing with her face yet again.

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"Yeah, definitely kicking you out of bed to get the booze," Dante muttered.