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[priorly]

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

[vorrutyer]

Please do! I refuse to associate with petty criminals but delight in the truly evil ones. Get more wicked, my darling.

[priorly]

Oh I'm absolutely petty, and you're far too late to deny association. What can I say, it comes from periods of having long sleeves and low funds.

But bring me back something and I suppose we could spare it from the trash. I'm nothing if not benevolent that way. You won't be back until late, I take it?

[vorrutyer]

I'll be back at my normal time. Four or thereabouts. Don't wait up - I expect you'll need your sleep so as to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for the new work.

[priorly]

Thereabouts. Not before?

[vorrutyer]

What, do you want me home earlier?

[priorly]

No. Just wanted to make sure

when I could run in if I have nightmares, of course. My dreams are always blissful until 3:55, no need to hurry back.

[vorrutyer]

[ Ah. A twinge of guilt. Damn it all. Damn Prior. ]

You could always come out with me, you know.

[priorly]

[Oh god, but it's a lie.]

Well, thank you. I could go out with a wealth of people, I'm sure. But I think I'll stay in, tonight.

[vorrutyer]

All right, well, you should come out more often.

[priorly]

Poor Prior, wasting away in the attic alone. I leave the house, Pip. I could be out every night, whipping off my dancing shoes at 2am and leaving no one the wiser.

You could come out with me. Not tonight.

[vorrutyer]

Are you accusing me of being anti-social?

[priorly]

I'm accusing you of not knowing where I socialize.

No, no, you should. Come out with me. Heaven knows, it might even do you some good - loosen you up a little.

[vorrutyer]

Prior, my dearest, please tell me you're laughing into your sleeve right now. "Loosen me up"?

[priorly]

A little.

[vorrutyer]

Do I seem terribly rigid to you? I would think I'm a little bit too...drunk? for that? High? Too frequently naked?

[priorly]

Well, not with me.

[vorrutyer]

Not which one? Drunk, high, or naked? Because I've been a bit of each with you.

[priorly]

If you were naked more frequently would I think you were more or less terribly rigid?

Anyway. Strung as tight as Joan Crawford's facelift. But don't worry - the one before it all started to fall apart.

[vorrutyer]

Prior, I'm not rigid. You're insane if you think so.

[priorly]

Then I'm insane. Come out with me and we'll see.

[vorrutyer]

The reason I can't come out is because I'm having sex for money. How is that tight-laced...?

[priorly]

Have you never met a neurotic hooker? Literally any convenience store off Times Square after 3am.

And I said, not tonight, I have other plans.

[vorrutyer]

What are your plans, dearest?

[priorly]

Well I'm doing my hair.

[vorrutyer]

Not much of a plan.