'cause i'm just holding on for tonight

[coppelganger]

WHO: Sarah + you!
WHERE: Various Porter cities
WHEN: Throughout June
WHAT: Sarah is going through a thing
WARNINGS: Violence, drug use, language

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Yeah. There are a few good ones.

[ Art, of course. Beth, from all accounts, until she started losing it. She takes a gulp of her milkshake, but it seems to curdle in her stomach as soon as it hits, and she pushes the glass away. She's not sure if it's the all the booze or what she's been talking about or both, but suddenly she doesn't feel too great. ]

A lawyer, eh? Nice gig. What'd your mum do? [ Something cushy, she expects, or maybe a stay-at-home like Alison. ]

[magnitudes]

He's a dick.

( She doesn't like lawyers, as a rule. Not defense ones, anyway.

Still, the mention of her mum makes Sarissa's expression soften a little. )

Science teacher. Teaching a bunch of rough as guts rural kids about shit like climate change and explosive metals.

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[ Sarah nods at the comment on Sarissa's dad, doesn't ask for details. She knows plenty about bad parents. She's had enough of them herself over the years. Sarissa's mum seems good enough, though. She can tell by the way Sarissa's expression changes, however slightly. ]

She sounds nice.

[magnitudes]

Yeah, well. She also listens to Chris de Burgh albums on repeat, so.

( Clearly this is an important thing to know when assessing just how good a person is; Sarissa's tone is fondly exasperated. )

If you ever wonder what's wrong with me, it's probably from being trapped listening to "The Lady in Red" for most of my childhood.

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That does explain a lot, actually.

[magnitudes]

( A grin, and she tosses one of her fries at Sarah. )

Fuck off, you're meant to talk about how fucking flawless I am.

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[ Sarah takes the fry and dips it into some ketchup dripping off her burger, then pops it into her mouth. ]

Right, flawless. Shit, Felix is gonna love you.

[magnitudes]

( A grin, pleased, and she idly considers tossing another fry before taking a bite of burger instead. Food is good, yes. Food makes everything better always, yessss. )

What's he like? Aside from flawless, obviously.

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[ Sarah leans back in the booth, smiling. When she talks about Felix, it's clear that she loves him a lot, and this is probably the most sincerely at ease Sarissa's ever seen Sarah when she talks about her family. ]

Oh, Fee's great. He's a starving artist, lives in some shithole loft back in Toronto, paints dicks into everything. He's a sarcastic brat, but he's my voice of reason. Dunno what I'd do without him.

[magnitudes]

( oh my god Felix sounds amazing

Maybe that shows in the way Sarissa's grin brightens before she helpfully offers, )

Look at less artistic dicks, I guess.

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Guess so. That's one thing I've got over you only children, at least.

[ She's assuming Sarissa is an only child, because all of the other clones she's met have been. And because she's pretty sure Sarissa would have mentioned a sibling during the whole clone reveal thing. ]

[magnitudes]

Hey, I had Nick. I mean, he's my cousin, but we went to school together and that. I can't say he drew dicks on everything, but he was really into drawing on politician's pictures in the paper to make their chins look like ballsacks.

( A moment, and she grins, reminiscing. Fondly: ) What a dickhead.

( And then, she just... stops, refocusing her gaze on Sarah. ) Hey. Does Felix like tea?

( She's going somewhere with this, promise )

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[ Sarah gives her a wry smile. ] 'Course he likes tea. We're British, you know.

[ She's not sure where Sarissa's going with this question, but she's drunk enough and content enough (now that their conversation has strayed this way) to go with it. ]

[magnitudes]

( Dryly: ) Excuse me for not stereotyping.

( Wow, that'd be like assuming she can fight a crocodile and a dingo and a drop bear all at the same time.
Just because she could doesn't mean it's okay to assume, Christ.

Anyway: ) So like, next time you need a present for him, get him a teapot and a special made tea-cozy thing. The spout could wind up looking like a dick, and it'd keep the tea warm.

( SHE IS A GENIUS )

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[ Sarah just stares at her. ]

You want me to give my little brother a dick tea-cozy for a gift?

[ Actually, that's something he would love, and the idea is sort of tempting. ]

Well, his birthday's coming up at the end of the month, so maybe.

[magnitudes]

( Sarissa, for her part, just leans back and holds her hands out, palms up. It's a vaguely Jesus-esque sort of pose, except she's got a burger in one hand, and reaches up to take a bite without too much hesitation. )

You can thank me when he loves it, honestly.