Canon is Golden Girls

[golden_girl_sophia]

Okay, so you got us all here now. And you're planning to play any of us exactly how often? If you weren't so picky, you might be able to, oh I don't know, find a game to put us in.

Not that I don't mind a bit of retirement.  I'm over eighty years old, I've put in my time and I'm quite happy to just live with the Girls.  Of course you don't have any of them up here in your head.  A lot of freaks, if you ask me, not that I haven't seen my share of 'em, I should be used to it, but the range of freaks you have!  If a shrink ever got their hands on this list, they'd probably institutionalize you just for how random you are.

You know what?  Never mind.  Don't look for a game.  Tonight's my night to clean out my purse anyway.

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[anti_ventrue]

Ha. My mother had the same problem with her purse sometimes.

[golden_girl_sophia]

[Sophia scowls.]

I don't have a problem because I keep my weekly appointment.

[She pats the purse.]

[anti_ventrue]

My apologies, then. It was a poor choice of words.

[golden_girl_sophia]

Yeah? Just you remember that. I'm old but that don't mean I'm stupid.

[anti_ventrue]

I'd never dream of saying such a thing. My dad's about your age, and I wouldn't think it of him, either.

[golden_girl_sophia]

[She looks him up and down.]

Baby of the family? Your dad a cradle robber?

[In that if his dad is her age, then Johnathan should look much older.]

[anti_ventrue]

I was born in '48 if you can believe it.

[golden_girl_sophia]

Ah. Nearly forty, then. You look good for your age. Your dad was still probably no spring chicken when you were born, though.

[She's from the mid-80s, after all.]

[anti_ventrue]

Actually, I'm over sixty. Last I checked, the year was 2012. My dad was born 1918.

[golden_girl_sophia]

Don't you pull the wool over my eyes! It's 1987.

[She's so sure of that.]

[anti_ventrue]

My mun was born in 1987. It's 2012.

[golden_girl_sophia]

[She huffs.]

Infants. Both of you.

[anti_ventrue]

Look on the bright side, ma'am. You look good for your age, in that case.

[golden_girl_sophia]

Good for my age? Past 80, every birthday without a tombstone is a milestone.

[She's not impressed.]

[anti_ventrue]

I'd comment, but aging is something ... foreign to me now.

[golden_girl_sophia]

[Sophia is confused by his statement.]

What do you mean by that?

[anti_ventrue]

[John loosens his tie and pulls back his collar, revealing two even little pinprick-style scars.]

You can guess.

[golden_girl_sophia]

[Doesn't mean anything to her.]

What? Got stung by a wasp and you're allergic and will die soon?

[anti_ventrue]

...I'm a vampire.

[golden_girl_sophia]

[She laughs at first because she thinks he's kidding.... Then.]

Oh. You're... serious... You're trying to tell me vampires are real?

[anti_ventrue]

As real as anyone else.

[golden_girl_sophia]

[Excuse her as she scoots a little away from Johnathan.]

Well. Ummm... very nice to meet you... I need to be going now.

[anti_ventrue]

Don't worry about it. I'd never bite you. You remind me too much of my mother.

Bless her heart.

[golden_girl_sophia]

Bless her heart... so she's dead?

[You're not making her feel better, Johnathan.]

[anti_ventrue]

She had an aneurysm in '72. I was attending Harvard at the time.