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@mick-deluca
...Uh huh.
I’ve never really done messy.
Well now you gotta chance.
Mick I think that may just cause a worse hangover.
It gets…quite messy though.
So? Messy is fun.
And I just cured your hangover too.
I don’t believe you want to see me…wasted.
Please, the only cure to a hangover is bourbon, or vodka...or just alcohol really.
Of course I wanna see a ladybug drunk, I'm not an idiot.
That sounds…interesting.
We gon' get you wasted. It's going to be beautiful.
Perhaps just a tad.
I’m not really a beer or well, anything hard sort of person.
I make a killer creamsicle sorta drink.
Triple sec, a touch of vodka, orange juice and half and half--Made it for my sister's sixteenth.
Wine and I don’t mix well.
It never turns out pretty.
Bit of a lightweight, eh?
--Who said anything about wine?
Seems like it.
I feel like we should get drunk and toast to fucked up families.
Then again, that's my answer for everything.
Oh….well I’m sorry.
My mother died because my sister killed her because my mother was trying to kill her for going too deep into dark magic. I didn’t see my sister for twelve years because she ran away after that. My father left when I was a baby because my mother sent him away and everyone I knew told me that he had died, I only found out the truth this year. And my father comes from the most dark magic using coven possibly ever known. Thanksgiving was never wonderful at my house either.
Two biscuits in gravy, then, eh?
That definitely describes her well.
What are they like?
Well, my father's an abusive, egomaniac of a controlfreak, my mother is only useful as a doormat, my older brother ran away because he couldn't deal with my father any longer but didn't think twice about abandoning the rest of us, my three sisters are shopaholics, I'm just like Mara, and Peter, well he's shaping up to be a chip off the old block, and when I say old block I mean me.
My house is really fun. You should see Thanksgiving.
Oh well if you did that then of course.
You have a coven, correct?
She's a feisty one, for sure.
My batshit family, yeah.
Oh, well she’s a very dear friend to me.
It was at first. It took me a long time to realize that my mother’s coven did not have my best interests at heart. In the end, as hard it was, it was the right decision for me.
I stole her cotton candy, so her hate is extremely reasonable.
Maybe one day I'll get myself to that enlightened state.
It is a pretty nice one.
Sophia Shepard’s. She’s lovely.
We have a hate-hate-sometimes like relationship.
It must be..weird though, being in one coven and changin' to another, I couldn't even imagine it, honestly.