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[awesome_lilly]

Lilly's in the nightclub, which is technically open but it's far too early for any patrons to wander in. She's got the place to herself and is taking full advantage of it.

There's a tall drink slowly shifting from blue to purple sitting on top of abandoned paperwork on a low table. Lilly herself is sprawled on the couch beside it, carefully painting her toenails a bright coral.

It's hard out here for a pimp/nightclub owner.

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[hopeitsworthit]

Dean swaggers through the door, smirking a little when he catches sight of Lilly.

"So. Hear you guys're keepin' all the good booze up here?"

Is that true? And if so, can he get some?

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly glances up and grins.

"Well, duh. Why else would I bother starting my own nightclub?"

She waves at the fully loaded drink cart next to the couch. (Getting up to make drinks is for people who do not plan ahead.)

"Come on in, help yourself. Even I can't drink all this on my own."

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean snorts.

"Yeah, like I buy that."

He does help himself to some booze, though.

Purple Nurples, anyone?

[awesome_lilly]

"Okay, you're right. My liver is well conditioned after three years of living in a bar."

Dean can keep the Purple Nurples though. Lilly reaches for her drink.

"I could make you one of these next, if you wanted."

[hopeitsworthit]

"Yeah?"

Dean raises one eyebrow.

"You gonna put paint thinner in there or somethin'?"

He's kidding.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly rolls her eyes.

"Yes, of course. Paint thinner is an essential ingredient in Blue Shifts."

She pauses.

"Actually, it might be. This is all alien liquor, some astrophysicist gave me the recipe. Apparently it's called a Blue Shift because it rapidly accelerates the approach of drunkenness."

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean eyes the drink, and then he eyes Lilly.

"So like an alien Long Island Iced Tea?"

Or . . . something?

[awesome_lilly]

"No, but I make a mean Magrathean Iced Tea if you'd rather."

Again: three years in a bar.

"This one tastes kinda innocent and refreshing at first and then it just kinda hits you and then it fades away again."

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean grins at her.

"You gonna take advantage of me while I'm drunk?"

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly looks him over critically.

"Nah," she says finally. "I've got better options next door."

[hopeitsworthit]

"Free service for the bosslady?"

Huh. Go figure.

He makes himself another Purple Nurple in the meantime.

It tastes like shit, but he doesn't really care.

[awesome_lilly]

"I call them performance reviews," Lilly says solemnly.

"Rigorous quality testing is the hallmark of a good brothel, after all."

[hopeitsworthit]

"Yeah, 'cause those little compliment cards from the customers mean jack shit."

Uh huh.

"So about that drink?"

[awesome_lilly]

"I had to wait for my toes to dry," Lilly explains.

She wiggles them experimentally and hops off the couch. None of the bottles she picks off of the drink tray have labels written in English. At least the ice is recognizable?

"Here you go!"

It's very blue. And glowy.

[hopeitsworthit]

"Gee, thanks."

Dean eyes the drink, then shrugs and downs it.







Yeah, there goes that hitting part.

[awesome_lilly]

Well, that's the point of Blue Shifts, so.

"Delicious, right?"

Lilly takes a healthy sip of her own.

"They make paperwork and research bearable."

[hopeitsworthit]

"Makes me the lucky one, huh?"

Dean makes his version of a 'whoa, alcohol' face.

"Sammy's big on that shit, I'm just the muscle."

This is not exactly truthful. Except for when it is.

Dean can be a real lazyass, when he can afford to be.

[awesome_lilly]

"I'm not doing this for fun," Lilly says, wrinkling her nose.

"Thanks to stupid April Fools, and my stupid husband and his stupid pregnancy, I have to divorce like five people in different ways."

[hopeitsworthit]

"I think I need another drink."

He's got--nothing else right now.

Give his brain a second to catch up.

Maybe a minute.

[awesome_lilly]

"You and me both."

It takes Lilly at least a minute to mix up a second round of drinks, so that should help.

"I don't even know the name of the tribe that has the impale-a-cherry-on-a-horn wedding ceremony, so how am I supposed to find out what they consider divorced?"

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean takes a big swig of his new drink, then swipes his hand across his mouth.

"So let me get this straight. You've got a pregnant husband, which--what the hell? And one of your five new ones has horns?"

And he thought his life was surreal.

"Jesus Christ."

[awesome_lilly]

"No, I'm not married to him.


Yet."

At the rate she's going, though...

"Puck won't say how, but Delirium knocked him up somehow. And I was stupid enough to bitch about it to Bar on April Fools' Day, so I ended up with new spouses. Good times!"

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean takes another swallow of booze.

"Yeah, I'm gonna remember Bar hates whining. Thanks, Lilly."

It's an important lesson!

[awesome_lilly]

"Some days she's sympathetic!"

Lilly sighs into her drink.

"Just not April Fool's Day, apparently. So now I have to divorce Superman and a Gorgon and a guy who looks like Mal and some other people. God. So annoying."

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean's eyebrows go way up.

"You married Medusa?"

He's trying not to choke.

"How fast can you get a divorce around here, again?"

He'll think about Superman later.