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[mincingminuet]

You can't and you shouldn't. It's only going to make you miserable.

[She sighs and looks down at her drink.]

It's also not anyone's business but yours.

[heiroglyphs]

You know that's not true. People know who we are. They'll talk, and that shit will follow me forever.

[She takes another sip of her wine.]

[mincingminuet]

And? It'll follow you but the world is changing.

Are you really willing to sacrifice your sanity and what sounds like a good relationship?

[heiroglyphs]

I don't want to sacrifice anything I just...

[She takes a breath, this was getting far more emotional than she had planned. Reaching up with one hand, she wipes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose.]

My father sent me to Recollé as a punishment. If he finds out about this, I don't know what he'll do.

[mincingminuet]

Hey. If you need to cry, you don't have to hold back, but if you want my opinion? I'd say Recolle is a good place to be.

[She taps her chest cheerfully, almost forcing it.]

It's not like his opinion is going to change who you are either.

[heiroglyphs]

[She doesn't need to cry, so long as she's taking deep breaths. Composure, Vera, composure.]

I... never thought I'd agree with you on that. I actually have friends and a life of my own here.

[She takes another sip of her wine.]

Still, it would only take one phone call and I would be on the next plane back to Germany.

[mincingminuet]

Would it really? You'd do that?

[See, Pen doesn't believe she would. Which is probably naive on her part, but not having any parents? Makes it easier.]

Just give up and move?

[heiroglyphs]

Not willingly, but I don't really have a choice.

[mincingminuet]

You always have a choice.

I'm not going to push you to talk about it though. Just...if it comes up, know I'm on your side.

[heiroglyphs]

[The way she was raised, the things she knows she would lose, she really doesn't have much of a choice. But she wasn't going to argue because Pen wouldn't understand where she's coming from, she thinks.]

That... really means a lot to me, Pen. Thank you.

[She goes to take another sip of her glass, only to be met with the empty bottom staring back at her.]

Shit, I really put that away.

[mincingminuet]

[Pen snorts a laugh and nods towards the bottle.]

There's always more. And pizza to boot. You're not going anywhere and tomorrow's a Sunday, so...why worry about a little drinking huh?

[heiroglyphs]

[Vera chuckles.]

Need I remind you that the last time we did "a little drinking", you ended up in my lap?

[Not that that's stopping her from pouring another glass.]

Apparently my clock is off.

[mincingminuet]

Your point is...?

[She's not bothered by this at all.]

[heiroglyphs]

[She really isn't bothered by this. That's... actually really impressive.]

I... guess I don't have one.

[mincingminuet]

[That is impressive.]

Would you like it to happen again? Or role reversal? It's really no big deal to me.

[heiroglyphs]

[Oh but its a big deal to her, and she lights up like a road flare when the question is asked.]

Did you really j-just ask me that...?

[mincingminuet]

[Leans closer, with a smile like a predatory cat.]

Yep!

[heiroglyphs]

I wouldn't... um...

[Vera presses against the back of her chair, gulping down at her wine just to put something between their faces.]

J-just get comfortable however you like.

[mincingminuet]

[Penelope saunters forward then, leaning in. Sipping her wine, she makes a show of teasingly licking her lips.]

However I like huh?

[Hovering a minute more...she takes a seat across from Vera.]

Right here's just fine.

[heiroglyphs]

[And all of the air exits Vera's lungs.]

You are the worst tease, god...

[mincingminuet]

Hey now, I didn't say you couldn't sit in my lap.

[Girl, aren't you taken?]

[heiroglyphs]

[She did say she gets grabby when she's drunk!]

I'll be just fine where I am. [She says as she sets another empty glass on the table.]

Man, if I could flirt like you, I don't think my girlfriend would ever get out of bed.

[mincingminuet]

Nah, if you could flirt like me, you'd be single. Believe me, nobody wants that kinda date.

[They want someone to hold, and someone who they can be sure of. Penelope just seems weird to most people.]

[heiroglyphs]

Oh stop, you'd be a fun date. You seem to know just what to say.

[mincingminuet]

Oh, maybe. Or maybe this is just the drink.