Now, I'm afraid I have 19 more before I hit 25. Best case scenario, it'll be 17 more for me to hit 23. But, that's what you get with a crazy lady with a golden apple.
PCtG: Oh? Eris?
Eris: You missed me that much? Already squeeing over my voice in your ear?
PCtG: Ha. In case you didn't notice, an eye-roll accompanied that "Oh Eris," as well as the questioning raise in my voice.
Eris: Green, you're always much more handsome when you lie and say you missed my sexy voice.
PCtG: Well, I did miss it. But it was more of a "Oh, shit, what did I do to piss her off now?" kind of miss.
Eris: You're a strange one, Green. I like that.
PCtG: Right back at ya, babe.
Eris: So, Green. What's up? What have you been doing with your time? Winning more souls for Chaos?
PCtG: I'm not going to do your dirty-work for you, Eris. You can win your own souls. But you know me. Writing, trying to help others learn, dealing with cash-flow issues. The usual. What about you?
Eris: Why, I'm busy putting beautiful women you can't have in your path. You think you're just lucky? This takes work!
PCtG: Yes, I've noticed. Thanks for that, by the way. There's a lot to be said for just making friends. Oh, hey! I do have a question.
Eris: What's that? Because I'm not telling you what colour underwear shizukagozen's wearing.
PCtG: I already know the answer to that one. No, what's up with the dreams? I'v ehad a crapload of them recently.
Eris: Well, you have been reading Necronomicons. Or is it Necronomici? Either way, you've been reading some fucked up shit.
PCtG: So Shubby and the Crawling Chaos are figments?
Eris: No, Figment is a dragon.
PCtG: You know what I mean.
Eris: I stand by that statement. They aren't figments.
PCtG: You're telling me this shit is RealTM?
Eris: I'm telling you that you made your reality, now go lie in it. Kinda like a bed, but less warm and comfortable, and a bit more eldritch.
Eris: Hey, it's your mind. You wanted to be the Chaote.
PCtG: I'll should just stick to meditating on the nature of sandwiches.
Eris: You should be careful with that, Green.
PCtG: What, afraid I'll discover the secret to life? That all your tomfoolery will be in vain?
Eris: Something like that.
PCtG: Always so cryptic, huh?
Eris: I'm the goddess of Chaos. What more do you expect?
PCtG: You have a point. I suppose expectation would just set me up for disappointment. Or a crazy ego-manical frenzy if I was right.
Eris: And we can't have that.
PCtG: You're damn right we can't have that.
Eris: Glad you agree with me, Green. Oh! Someone just came in. I have to run.
PCtG: Just came in? What do you mean?
Eris: To the bar, silly. Now drink up or you're going to have to pay for that margarita.
PCtG: Yes, ma'am!
Eris: Now that's what I like to hear! One last thing.
**Eris lays a kiss on PCtG. A hard kiss. Lingering.**
PCtG: . . .
Eris: [winking] Love you, Greeny!
PCtG: . . .