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Sorry. Meant it as a joke. No aspersions on your husband intended. Tarot sighed, softly, running her thumb up and down the sweat on her class. As a supernatural entity, it was pretty hard for her to get drunk off her ass- but she could manage it if she tried hard enough. Normally, she went for a little bit of a buzz. Nothing serious; just enough to give her a good excuse to act like a moron. But tonight? Yeah. No choice. She was too freaked to do much of anything.
Normally I'd be a wiseass and say 'something' but considering... She paused, running an anxious hand through her spice-red hair. I'm not usually afraid of many things, daring, but... Idon'tdovampires. They scare me. And I'm terrified even when drunk, so-
She trailed off and shrugged, melodramtaically. Oh well. I'll probably die this time but its not exactly a loss to the world, y'know. She needed a hobby, that was it. If she had a hobby, she wouldn't have to stand around making prognostications of doom all the time. Or, y'know, pissing people off.
Tarot polised off her drink and sighed, loudly. I'm sorry- Brillywhat? I'd be happy to help but I have no idea what you speak of. Is it french?
[A/N: I do remember who Brilian was- Zeth's ex-wife, right? I just can't fully recall what the plot was with her. And, um, Tarot's attention span is worse than a crack-addicted squirrel.]
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