23 Sphinx Street, Sunday Night

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Who knew you could not only buy an obscenely large stone bathtub at the market across the causeway, but also hire three strapping half-naked possibly-Greek boys to carry it home for you, all for the low, low price of three Toonies, two quarters and a Ferelden silver coin, while not speaking a word of the language?

Yes, okay, fine. Bo knew. Yes, okay, fine, sometimes Bo cheated. Still, as pleasant as borrowing other people's might be, after weeks in this place, Bo finally had her own bathtub, the merchant had some interesting foreign coins, and even the delivery guys didn't exactly leave the premises unhappy. All's well that ends well, right?

Now all she had to do was figure out how to fill the thing, considering that even with the water and electricity finally turned on (thank you, unexpected second job, thank you), the hardware store didn't exactly have a plumbing hookup for an ancient Minoan bathtub.

Maybe she could hire the Greek himbos to come back and fill it with pots of hot water from the sink?

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[Expecting some undead, non-Greek himbos gentlemen callers. That Mitchell and Eric were here is fine for broadcast; topics of conversation, probably not. Alllso getting NWS-y after the comment-collapse.]

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[texted3times]

"That's a waste of a really nice bed," Eric said appreciatively.

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"Well, you could drop him on the floor, but do you really think his brain needs any more damage?" Bo replied, shoving a stack of books out of the way onto the shelf she was using as a nightstand.

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Eric actually paused to think about it. "Probably not," he finally admitted, "but I'm not tucking him in or anything."

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Bo rolled her eyes. "Just try putting him down for a start."

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"Fine, be logical about things," Eric said, slinging Mitchell unceremoniously onto the bed. "Tell him he needs to clean your linens when we wakes up."

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The unceremonious lump that was Mitchell made like a smooth and elegant vampire and... sort of twitched a bit. He groaned pitifully, though the 'pitiful' part was resigned, in that way of someone who had often woken up in situations not unlike this and who, while not quite fully conscious yet, had a good instinctive idea of how they generally wound up.

And how they generally wound up was not good.

Just for the record.

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"He doesn't really sound capable of doing laundry yet," Bo said dryly, leaning over to take a close look, because that was exactly the smart thing to do with a vampire whose last conscious conversation had involved killing everyone ever.

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"Good morning, sunshine," Eric said dryly. "Still wanting to kill everyone ever? Because I can always hit you again if so."

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Mitchell processed all of one word of that, twisting 'round until he was blinking up at the both of them fuzzily.

"...Who did I kill?"

It was generally a good first question for him.

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Bo shot Eric a dubious look. "That one's all yours, Boss."

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"Just the coroner," Eric said, "and his desk, all of his papers and what used to be his office, but I think you were hoping that was the warm-up."

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"Warm-up--"

The memories hit him like a ton of bricks. As did the anger.

"Fuck. Lucy."

He did not sound overfond.

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"Somebody want to translate all that for the dumbass-impaired?" Bo considered getting him an icepack, and then considered the fact that she didn't yet have a fridge. Yeah, maybe not.

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"We got a little lightly...blown-up," Eric said. "Turns out, Mitchell might've known someone involved in that."

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"She used me to murder almost every vampire in Bristol," Mitchell said, bluntly. Tried to sit up, regretted it, flopped back down. "We need to find her."

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Okay, that was maybe worth a little dumbassery, Bo had to admit, eyes widening. Still... "Maybe after you can actually walk without falling down?"

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"The lady makes an excellent point," Eric said with a little smile. "And perhaps having a better address than 'probably still in Bristol' to go on?"

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"I probably know some people who might know about her," Mitchell said. Once he'd gotten rid of the headache, at least. Eric hit hard.

He gave Bo's juglar a brief glance. But that was mostly just the vampire equivalent of staring at her breasts.

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"...Did you seriously just check out my neck?"

That was mostly just the succubus equivalent of saying 'what the hell, there's a perfectly good pair of breasts right there.'

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"He did," Eric told her helpfully, "which is quite lovely, but perhaps not the part he should focus on, right?"

There was a reason that Eric had brought Mitchell to Bo's that wasn't entirely about her being a good person to talk to.

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"Eric hits fairly hard," Mitchell said, by ways of explanation, and squinted at the vampire in question next. "Nice right hook, mate." He attempted to pull himself together again, sitting up, which he managed without collapsing this time.

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Bo, for her part, gave Eric almost the same squint, not because she didn't pick up the implication, but because she did, and there was a whole Mitchell has a girlfriend issue to not pout about, you know.

"Apparently," was all she said to accompany that squint.

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Eric smiled, looking pleased. "It's a trick to hit that hard and still leave all of your bones intact."

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"Yeah, well, Lucy certainly mastered it, too," Mitchell said, scowling at the wall. "All that time--"

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"Who's Lucy when she's not trying to lightly blow you up?" Directed slightly more towards Eric than Mitchell only because that's who she thought was more likely to answer rather than burn a hole in the wall with his eyes.