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[everswirlingtoilet]

You've reached the phone of Nick Sax. Congratulations--I'm sure it's the highlight of your day.

Assuming you had a point to reaching out, leave a message regarding said point. If I think it's worth my time, I'll get back to you. If not...

...beep.

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[everswirlingtoilet]

Is that how it works? [Because Nick has no idea how to do relationships properly.]

[routemistress]

'Ow the 'eck would I know, sweetheart? But you know me, I'll try anything once. Except necrophilia and country dancing.

So anyway, me and Maggie!

[everswirlingtoilet]

I don't think I know her. But good for you.

[routemistress]

You staying on now Lazslo's sorted?

[everswirlingtoilet]

For a while. Maybe longer. You know me--I never plan ahead, but I'm definitely not leaving right away though.

[routemistress]

Well, that's good to know.

[ That's all she says, but her smile blazes out like a shaft of sudden sunlight. ]

[everswirlingtoilet]

[It's nice to be wanted even if he doesn't say it.]

I'm not going to break your record, or even Tiffany's, but where else am I going to get the chance to experience the absolute insanity of the universe while also getting the chance to sleep with aliens?

[routemistress]

Well, I can think of one or two places. But this is the only one that'll pay my bar bills and there isn't a warrant for my arrest.

[everswirlingtoilet]

Come to think of it, same goes for me. Though you'd think the NYPD would have better ways to spend their time than coming after an old ex-hitman drunk.

[routemistress]

I've always found you worth chasing, meself.

[everswirlingtoilet]

I'm flattered. [He is, and it shows in the tone of his voice.]

Then again, you are a little bit crazy.