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[curseshit]

Drag the grooms out of their hiding places and get partying! Everyone is at the inn already!

BACHELOR PARTY!!!

[ mission: midnight drinking post. oh and the curse... ]

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[crotchbite]

[ pushes the dagger under the couch pillows and watches her head to the bathroom ]

Whatever do you mean, sweetie?

[scantilyclad]

[ wiggles out of her dress and stares down gilda wearing nothing but her fancy bra and panties ]

I said, my angel, is there any hot water left? 'Tis so late in the day.

[crotchbite]

[ at the very least she's pretty to look at. that's all you have going on for you. it's all this marriage comes down to. pretty bitches and hate ]

I'm sure there is. Try it out.

[ probably there's none ]

[scantilyclad]

Ah, and not even an offer to rub my aching feet? You are cold.

[crotchbite]

No need to pout, it's a bad look on you. It ages you.

[ gets up from the couch and walks over to the bathroom, leaning on the door frame

okay she has to try. these flashbacks are bothering her ]

You know, then years with you seem to drag on forever. Like centuries. Can you remember how long we've been sharing the household?

[scantilyclad]

Too long. Or did you mean to ask for a precise number?

[crotchbite]

[ crosses arms and drums her fingers against them ]

A precise number. [ she doesn't remember when. how long was it? 10 years? more? less? more than 10 years sounds too much she'd have shanked her too long ago ]

[scantilyclad]

[ the slow, routine poisoning of everything gilda ate or drank would have started long before the shanking. ]

More than a year. 'Twas not long after I was elected, no?

[crotchbite]

[ she doesn't eat anything you make for her, bitch ]

Were you? [ slow walks to her and plays with the straps of her fancy bra ] The Duke elected you because you were in his good grace? [ she doesn't like him as much lately. must be the taxes ]

[scantilyclad]

[ she knows where you eat. she toys with a lock of hel's hair, wrapping the red curl around her finger. ]

I have no tolerance for nonsense. A good trait in a leader.

[crotchbite]

[ she's a doctor she can handle it. she'll vomit all that poison out on your hair ]

So you're saying you never think about the moment we met? [ u bitch don't you remember it was night time and she saved you from a big guy with her stiletto shoe to his head

wait. what's a stiletto. that's not it ]

[scantilyclad]

... I see no use in dwelling on the past.

[ in other words, she isn't sure either. ]

Why do you ask now?

[crotchbite]

[ well you're useless then
snaps the bra strap a little and clicks her tongue ]

Must be the stress of the taxes. [ looks at her ] The Duke is pushing it, don't you think?

[scantilyclad]

He... does what must be done.

[ what ]

[crotchbite]

Too much, perhaps?

[ why is she questioning the duke tho it's beyond her. he's always been kind hasn't he.. ]

[scantilyclad]

... I... no, I do not believe so.

[crotchbite]

[ looks at her for a long time and narrows her eyes before stepping back ]

Right. I'll leave you to your shower. You smell like you need two of them. Big day tomorrow.

[scantilyclad]

And what if I were in need of assistance?

[crotchbite]

[ laughs on her way out ]

~

[scantilyclad]

And you wonder why your life is so miserable.

[ but she can't stop thinking about what gilda said. something is not right. ]

[crotchbite]

[ calls out from afar: ]

It's because I'm married to you.

[ vicious credit roll ]