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Post by victoriousscarf on Jul 20, 2011 21:51:14 GMT -8
After 'Straps left, Mac sat for a long time, smoking in the quiet of his office. Finally, unsure what the hell he was really doing, he picked up the phone, asking for a number he never expected to.
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Post by qualapec on Jul 20, 2011 22:43:50 GMT -8
Grizabella cracked open one lazy, bloodshot eye at the ringing phone. She reached out with her hand to pluck it from its cradle on her desk. "This is the Red Ribbon, are you calling for business or pleasure?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jul 20, 2011 22:45:13 GMT -8
"Depends on your definition of either," he drawled back, taking another drag of the cigarette. "The old bastard dropped dead of a heart attack. Thought you might like to know."
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Post by qualapec on Jul 21, 2011 18:14:12 GMT -8
Grizabella quietly leaned back in her chair, shock flashing for a moment before settling to something unreadable. It wasn't the first time she'd outlived a lover, and she and Old D had not parted on good terms. She was glad she wouldn't have to look over her shoulder for him anymore. "Thank you for telling me," she tried to keep the relief out of her voice for respect. "Shouldn't we be tearing down his giant, evil statue in the town square?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jul 21, 2011 19:15:36 GMT -8
Mac paused. "There is no we to speak of," he said, voice a bit low. "But we are throwing a party tomorrow night."
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Post by qualapec on Jul 21, 2011 19:20:54 GMT -8
"I always enjoy a party," Grizabella replied, "Think of it as celebrating the fall of a common enemy."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jul 21, 2011 19:35:03 GMT -8
"You think you're invited?" he asked, taking another drag.
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Post by qualapec on Jul 21, 2011 19:48:47 GMT -8
"Invited or not, there will certainly be celebration."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jul 21, 2011 20:06:40 GMT -8
"Yeah, well, you enjoy that. I just thought you might like to hear, I have no intention of this turning into a bonding experience for us."
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Post by qualapec on Jul 21, 2011 20:17:28 GMT -8
"I'd never dreamed of it, darling. I thought he'd outlive us all." She reached into her cupboard, this deserved a cigarette, and maybe she'd pull some young dockpaw from the crowd and have some fun. "I'd advise you to be careful, though, they say heart problems run in the blood."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jul 21, 2011 21:06:08 GMT -8
"Naw, I'm more inclined to blame the fact he was a drunken layabout for ruining his heart. 'Sides, you're assuming I'd live that long in the first place for it to be a problem."
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Post by qualapec on Jul 21, 2011 21:08:36 GMT -8
Grizabella smirked and her lighter flared. "You mean you don't plan on it?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jul 21, 2011 21:14:23 GMT -8
"Did I say that? But nobody lives forever, mother darlin' and I'm hardly in the safest line of work."
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Post by qualapec on Jul 21, 2011 21:19:45 GMT -8
Grizabella's voice hardened a little. "If that fat bastard could keep on living as long as he did, a parasite sucking the blood from society and decent folk, then it's a damn injustice if you don't live as long as he did. - On a side note, I think I'm going to enjoy using the past tense with regards to him."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jul 22, 2011 0:56:28 GMT -8
For a long moment there was silence on the other end of the line. "Right," Macavity said. "Well, sure. Just thought I might let you know," he continued, with another drag. "If there's nothing else..." he left the words hanging, unsure if he wanted there to be something else.
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