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[priorly]

[Greetings, Prophet. The Great Work Begins.]
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[priorly]

Well I'm doing my hair.

[vorrutyer]

Not much of a plan.

[priorly]

It is the way I do it.

[vorrutyer]

This is making me wonder if I need to check on you.

[priorly]

If I start to worry I might drown in the bath I can send you an SOS, never fear.

[vorrutyer]

Spoken like someone who's never experienced a near-drowning. Won't the water short out your comm? Honestly, Prior, it's like you're begging me not to trust you.

[priorly]

I'm just making the best of having the house to myself for the night. What do you think I'm going to do with the time, set up my drugs cartel?

[vorrutyer]

That would be profitable. Tempting.

[priorly]

I'm not sure the pirate queen we live with doesn't already have something set up. But there's a barman at Vino Veritas with a sideline in the finest herbal intoxications and his wares are quite enough for me.

[vorrutyer]

Such as...? Go on. I don't know this barman yet.

[priorly]

And here I thought you knew every little grape on the vine. Not much different to home, really. Pills and powders with varying effect.

One, I hear, makes you fly in the literal sense, but my choice has been metaphorical so far.

[vorrutyer]

I've never understood people who craved being able to fly. It seems like so much work. Most days I feel too lazy to walk.

So, dear Prior, why have you not shared these with me yet? I thought we shared everything.

[priorly]

My thigh muscle may contest the fact, but I do feel steadier with my feet on the ground.

You thought I shared everything. I am willing to share these, at least. Though it's not something I engage in regularly: there are enough medications in my daily routine. I add these to the nightly one, on occasion.

[vorrutyer]

Well, set some out for me when I get home. I have a bottle of good vodka, I imagine the two will mix very well.

[priorly]

Hm. No.

[vorrutyer]

Come now, Prior, don't be stingy. It's not a good look for you.

[priorly]

Tomorrow. Come out with me, then I'll share. But I want the whole night.

[vorrutyer]

Are you extorting me?

[priorly]

What if I am?

[vorrutyer]

Then I suppose I should nod in appreciation of your ungodly evil character. I love a wicked man.

[priorly]

Good. Save me the date and I'll extort you 'til morning. Now, I need some time for my shampoo and set.

[Or for a makeover of sorts, the temporary, ephemeral and then hidden in the back of the closet kind. It's not that he thinks Byerly would react badly, but you never can tell.]

[vorrutyer]

All right. See you tomorrow, you unholy bastard.

[priorly]

I'll clean the signs of the demon off the kitchen table before you're back.