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A Bar in Baltimore, Saturday Evening
If anybody were to ask Sparkle, he'd happily tell them that the last person he ever figured he'd be going for drinks with was Seivarden. Like. Ever. He'd also admit that he'd put more time than he had ever figured he would into picking a bar they could both probably enjoy, something with live blues music on Saturdays that still didn't get too rowdy. He had no idea what kind of music Seivarden liked if she even did, admittedly. Mostly he just wanted some sort of guaranteed background noise, in case whatever drunken conversation they had turned into something weird.
They lived on Fandom Island. That was always a pretty good possibility.
"Huh," he said as he stepped in and looked around for an empty table. "Cozy."
It was that sort of bar that always kind of felt like it was being lit by the streetlights outside, with the occasional neon sign or dim lamp doing the rest of the work, though the light on the singer at the stage was doing wonders to brighten it up the slightest bit, too.
"What do you think, Seivarden? How's this for tonight's drinking establishment?"
All the other places Sparkle knew were gay bars and dance clubs. So.
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They lived on Fandom Island. That was always a pretty good possibility.
"Huh," he said as he stepped in and looked around for an empty table. "Cozy."
It was that sort of bar that always kind of felt like it was being lit by the streetlights outside, with the occasional neon sign or dim lamp doing the rest of the work, though the light on the singer at the stage was doing wonders to brighten it up the slightest bit, too.
"What do you think, Seivarden? How's this for tonight's drinking establishment?"
All the other places Sparkle knew were gay bars and dance clubs. So.
[OOC: For one!]
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"But... people have children by mistake? I mean, I know that happens in some places," very remote and uncivilized ones, "but... anyway, so, if it's just..." she blinked. "...convenient, why not other lovers?"
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Not that he was grinding his teeth a little at that, no.
"That's just more shitty attempts at controlling women, and people suck and I hate them." So, that was a helpful part of this conversation. "And the not other lovers thing is..."
He pulled in a breath, and then took another drink, and then sighed.
"That's a more complicated one, I guess. There are a lot of reasons people do it. Sometimes it's just as simple as 'that's how we were told it should be done.'" He shrugged. "I mean, I don't buy into it, but there are some reasonable excuses for it. Preventing, like, diseases from spreading unchecked, I guess?"
He was having a really hard time justifying monogamy, yes.
"Some people just want to devote all their attention into one person, and maybe the kids they have together. Which is a choice they should be able to make. And other people want to love a lot of people, which society hasn't quite gotten used to yet, which sucks, because it's fucking awesome."
Put Sparkle firmly in Camp Polyamory.
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Seivarden was so, so drunk, and might wish she wouldn't remember this conversation tomorrow.
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This was perhaps also something she should be aware of.
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Oh boy.
"But some of them... like... most of them, I think, can't be cured. If you're lucky and you get one, it'll be one that can at least be controlled. But if you get, like, herpes or AIDS, that's it. That's your life. You're living with that until you die." He wrinkled his nose. "And it isn't like many people are rushing to cure AIDS, exactly. Fuckers."
Which pissed him off to no end for a lot of reasons.
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Not that she had been looking for a lover, even briefly -- the kef had limited those feelings too -- but even if she'd want to this sounded like too much of a risk.
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Because he would very much like to get in on that 'cure for AIDS' action if Seivarden ever made her way home.
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Seivarden had yet to learn that you couldn't grow back limbs on Earth.
"How do you... manage?" She reached for her glass and failed.
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He glanced at her making a reach for her glass and sighed.
"We manage because we have to," he replied. "Maybe we should get some water into you so that you're not sick all tomorrow?"
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Sparkle was probably right.
"How much..." she turned her head and tried to focus on the bottle. "...left?"
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Because as drunk as she was, she still remembered the pot Sparkle had mentioned.
And:
"How do we get home?"
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Sparkle grinned briefly and paused for a moment to flag the bartender down, to ask him to call them a cab.
"I'll pay the fare," he said, mostly because he didn't entirely trust Seivarden to be able to find her wallet right now anyway. "We'll have to get off before the causeway and call a rickshaw from there, but we live in the same building, so at least we can travel together all the way home."
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Seivarden rose from her chair, and managed to stand up by supporting herself on the table.
"Where's the door?"
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Sparkle paused for a long moment, and then sighed, closed the bottle, shoved it into his backpack, and stood, making his way around a table to offer Seivarden an arm of support.
"Here, it's this way," he said, nodding toward the exit. "The cab should only be a few minutes."
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"This..." she slurred, "was a great idea."