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daryl. ([personal profile] vestigial) wrote in [personal profile] damnedest 2024-07-03 12:47 am (UTC)

"Sounds like you're just an ordinary guy trying to make it."

A hint of a joke in his smoke-rough voice. No one left in this world is an ordinary guy, much less a vampire. But either Lestat is trying to be, or he understands the value of operating as honestly as possible. Every step is a complication in the apocalypse. Trying to keep steady shows awareness, at least.

Then—

"We had drugs." Flat. "Speed mostly, some ecstasy. Pretty old, gonna take hours to kick in. If that ends up passed around, just keep an eye out. Figure you know, but this guy who was going around with us for a while, he drained some asshole who turned out to be cranked on a whole vet's office worth of ketamine. He puked up a perfect bloody jell-o mold of his small intestine."

I wasn't always a nun, said Isabelle as she dragged out her contraband, worth tens of thousands in the old world. Daryl could have popped a rib laughing, if he were the type to laugh anymore. He swallows more wine.

"But now he wants the nun. So there's no deal to be made."

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