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[gossipkinesis]

i'll be there in five. hopefully we don't start sondheim-ing some shit.

also: i'm bringing the rabbit. it wants to see your rabbit.

[endlessflask]

aw lonely bunbuns
let yourself in through the backdoor by the kitchen
I've got the shaker out

[gossipkinesis]

I will somehow refrain from making a joke about backdoors for now.

Be there soon.

[ she's not lying, she shows up not too long after, cradling Ass, her aptly named rabbit, in her arms as she comes in through the backdoor, calling out to him as she opens it: ]

El? I'm here.

[endlessflask]

There's my little junkie.

[ It's said with nothing but fondness, really. It's sort of the pot calling the kettle black if he meant it, after all. He presses a kiss to her hair, and the rabbit gets a gentle pat on the head. ]

You can let him go. The other one's around somewhere. I made my specialty, the Physical Kids cocktail. I felt it was appropriate for the moment.

[gossipkinesis]

[ If anyone else called her that, the least they'd get is a glare. For him? It's an eyeroll and a smirk before she sets the rabbit down on the ground. Said rabbit moves faster than she's ever seen it.]

Horny little bastard. [ She holds out her hand for the drink with a grateful smile.] Sorry I've been MIA with the whole withdrawal thing. I was trying my best not to murder everyone. [ And Scott was the only one she didn't feel like killing, thanks to the red string around their fingers.]

[endlessflask]

Hey, if anyone understands how shitty withdrawal is, it's probably me.

[ He clinks their glasses together and sits at the kitchen table, taking a generous sip. ]

But it's nice to have you back. Things are sort of normal again.

[gossipkinesis]

That's why I like you best of all. [ She joins him in sitting at the table and taking a generous sip, making a very satisfied sound. Fuck it was good to drink again.] Normal for this fucking place.

[ Taking another sip, she lets out a sigh.] So that Scott guy I've been fucking? Turns out... I'm kind of in love with him.

[endlessflask]

[ Eliot watches her over the edge of his glass as he takes another drink. ]

I'm sorry. Did I just hear Margo The Destroyer say she's in love?

[gossipkinesis]

[ She shrugs with a tiny bit of a smirk and then downs her drink. ] Fuckin' hell, right? But he's the reason I was okay enough to even get back here for what you guys did for me.

[endlessflask]

Wow. I'm both impressed and vaguely jealous. He must be a great lay.

[ Not that he should be jealous, but he wonders if it's just a natural thing to happen when your best friend falls in love. He wonders if Margo ever felt this way when he started making heart eyes at Quentin, or if she still feels this way, or if it never even crossed her mind. Maybe he just isn't quite certain he's ready to potential the share title of Margo's Number One Man with someone he hasn't actually met. ]

Cheers. Bambi's twitterpated.

[gossipkinesis]

[ She rolls her eyes at the "great lay" comment but the look on her face probably tells him that she thinks Scott is. But he's more than that to her, he's different from any of the douches she's banged before. And he rolls with every punch she throws his way to a level that sometimes makes her wonder if he's real.

Eliot's not alone in his friend-jealousy, although for her it was more that she was annoyed by how much less time she got with Eliot as a result than she was of being usurped in his heart by Quentin. ]

Also... I'm pretty sure he's actually a superhero that I've heard of but can't quite remember. [ This place is weird like that. She gets up to grab the shaker to bring back to the table to pour them more booze, her eyebrow perked.]

And you? How's the Queliot romance going? Coldwater got his head out of his ass yet?

[endlessflask]

Good at sex and saves the world. Extra cheers.

[ With the refilled glass, he gives her a toast. Who would have thought they'd ever be having this conversation, the two of them with legitimate feelings for other people? ]

Is that what people call us? Queliot? Does that make you Scargo, cause that sounds gross. I don't know if Quentin's ever going to really have his head out of his ass and I really think that's part of his charm. He's a dick but he's my dick. In all the ways that can be taken.

[gossipkinesis]

[ And that toast is returned because fuck yes, she's got a good one and she knows it. Now, she just has to not fuck it up. ]

It's what I'm calling you. [ At the Scargo, she makes such a face.] Fuck that. It's too close to Scarjo and I'm actually a woman of color.

[ Still, she nods at his statement. It's time for another cheers. ] Here's to not fucking it up.

[endlessflask]

Margott? Mott? Your names are not ship-friendly.

[ But fuck yeah, cheers to that. Eliot completely understands the hope of keeping things from imploding. He hasn't quite cracked the code himself, not here, but it had happened once for him. And Margo's always had her shit together so much more than him. ]

And, you know, maybe I can actually meet him or I'm going to start assuming you're just making him up.

[gossipkinesis]

[ Margo's just better at juggling her shit but eventually... some part of it will fall on the ground. ]

We can all get drunk together-- [ She says with a sip and a smile.] But without the threesome nightcap, sorry, El. This guy is someone's father. [ And a vampire but that's not something she's going to share unless Scott wants her to.]

And he looks like what I remember Paul Rudd to look like.

[endlessflask]

Okay. I just need to break down the assumption that apparently I can't get drunk with you and someone else without it ending in a threesome. One, I'm quite sexually satisfied with my own world saving hero who's great in bed. Two, Paul Rudd weirds me out because he never ages and I feel like if I slept with anyone who looked like him, I'd have my life force sucked out. Three, dads and moms can and absolutely do have threesomes, and I can completely confirm that.

[ Eliot raises his glass and guzzles down the drink, then gets up to make them more. Maybe they should go easy on the drinks, but, well. When has that ever happened? ]

[gossipkinesis]

[ She lifts her hands up after he lays down his solid arguments.] I was just joking, jesus. I know you're on the one-man track with Coldwater and I'm aware of how kinky parents can be. And Paul Rudd is ultra-fuckable.

[ Taking a sip of her drink, she eyes him carefully.] Are you just pissed about the idea of possibly breaking out into a Bieber tune or is there another reason you're on edge?

[endlessflask]

I think given the last couple of months, I'm allowed to be a little on edge.

[ Eliot sips his own drink, and he shrugs, because no there's really no reason. Maybe he's just tired. ]

Sorry. You let me know whenever you want me to meet him.

[gossipkinesis]

I get it. [ she does, truly. she's on edge too, barely feeling recovered from her own ordeal. she reaches out to touch his arm.] Just don't take it out on me because I do get it.