IC Voicemail

[despisesthegods]

You've reached the voicemail of Styxx Anaxkolasi. I'm not able to answer for the moment but leave a message and I'll get back to you when I'm able.

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[phoenixstrut]

Safe, [she smiles, going to grab napkins to add to the pile. She pauses to look over her small liquor collection.] ... want a drink?

[despisesthegods]

[He paused for a moment before answer.]

Sure.

[He could probably use one right now.]

[phoenixstrut]

[She definitely can.]

What'll it be? I can probably fake a lot of mixes, but I've got your wine, too.

[despisesthegods]

Wine would be perfect. Thank you.

[phoenixstrut]

[There's a fond smile on her face as she opens up the cooler and pulls out his wine. He'll get his glass first before she goes back and starts mixing her own drink.]

Don't wait on me. I'll be there in a second. You can turn on a movie if you want.

[despisesthegods]

[He thanks her but he has no intention of turning anything on other then pulling out the ipod that had come with him and turning it on.]

[phoenixstrut]

[She works on mixing her own drink, making it... pretty strong for the typical woman, then makes her way back into the living room to settle in on the opposite end of her couch before opening up the pizza box.] iPod? [It's been a minute since she's seen one.]

[despisesthegods]

Yeah. A friend gave it to me back in my world. I have a solar charger too. One of the few things I've liked about the modern world have been the music and video games I'll admit.

[phoenixstrut]

Handy for the Sahara, I'm sure, [she notes, digging out her first slice of pizza.] I'm guessing... lots of classical piano and some rock. And a dash of Miley Cyrus for kicks.

[despisesthegods]

[He made a face at that.]

No.

[He handed her his earbuds so she could listen for herself.]

[phoenixstrut]

[She laughs and wipes her hands with a napkin to be sure they're clean before she takes one of the earbuds and listens to whatever he's playing.]

Alright, so it's not Miley, but I wasn't entirely wrong.

[despisesthegods]

Better then the music during my time.

[phoenixstrut]

Really? Disturbed isn't bad, but have you heard Ingrid Michaelson? [Another joke, if a weak one.] What sort of music was made 'back in the day'?

[despisesthegods]

The boring kind.

[phoenixstrut]

Don't want to hum a few bars?

[despisesthegods]

Not really.

[phoenixstrut]

[There's a soft giggle, but she offers him the earbuds back and settles in further to the corner of the couch, glancing around to take note of whatever might be nearest for her to do if he's checking out of the conversation with his iPod.]

[despisesthegods]

[He's not, he's actually going to turn it off. It was just temporary while he was waiting.]

[phoenixstrut]

[There's a small relaxing of her shoulders when she realizes he's tucking it away. She rather likes their conversations.]

I think you would have gotten along well with my brother. His own playlists looked a lot like that.

[despisesthegods]

Perhaps then. But just because you have something in common doesn't always mean you'll get along.

[phoenixstrut]

Oh, he got along with almost everyone. [she 'corrects' him, all the while agreeing with him in silence.] Even wise Debbie Downers.

[despisesthegods]

Yes, but I'm actually an asshole, remember?

[He actually dared a smile there.]

[phoenixstrut]

Oh, that's right. [She mirrors his smile back.] You just keep coming up with ways to make me forget it.

[despisesthegods]

Well, I'll have to work harder to remind you I guess.

[phoenixstrut]

You'll have to get creative, because at this point I'll never believe you.