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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.