[homeless]

[thunderbitch]

Hmm. Yes. I'll take this name, thank you.

Don't you have real tags to do?

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[gleans]

Well that's the most accurate thing I've seen in... ever.

[thunderbitch]

Oh, zing. That hurts, Howard.

[gleans]

You're still calling me that?

[thunderbitch]

I pull it out for special occasions, yes.

[gleans]

So this is a special occasion?

[thunderbitch]

Well, it is the first time we've talked in approximately a thousand years. Give or take. I know how excited it makes you to see me, so I would call it a special occasion.

[gleans]

[ Snort. ] Sorry if I'm not busting outta my pants right now, but... it's nice to see you again.

[thunderbitch]

It's nice to see you too, Galen. [ Pause, and she blows her hair out of her face, expression still flat. Except for that hint of fondness, shh. ]

So you're in a fancy game now, I hear.

[gleans]

[ Stop being cute. Stop it. ]

Yeah, super fancy. Five-star squatting.

[thunderbitch]

[ SHE WILL NOT. ]

The lack of hotel room service has to be killing you, I'm sure. The lack of groupies, too.

[gleans]

Yeah, I miss the swathes of groupies the most. Shit's hard for a playa.

[thunderbitch]

[ SNORT. ] Galen. You're too white to say playa. Unless you've taken up selling drugs in this romantically forever-night city. Then you're well within your rights.