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"If you're hearing this then I can't be fucked answering right now or some other shit-covered fuckwich is going down on this boat so I'll get back to you when the fuck I can!"

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[The door to Blitzø's cabin looks like a typical shitty apartment door. Inside is pretty much exactly a shitty apartment. The door marked "Loona's room" does not open when tried and it appears that Blitzø himself sleeps on the couch. The walls are covered with images and drawings of horses, however every picture of Blitzø has his face scribbled over.]

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'Rawdogged' is a new word to me and I hate it.

Anyway. He really told you that he's tired of you - that your ability to, ah, 'fuck him until he can't walk straight' no longer interests him? In those words?

Well not those exact words but I'm not fucking stupid. Royal demons don't give a shit about guys like me.

Hm.

Do you want to continue sleeping with him? Or...whatever it was you were doing, exactly.

I... fuck. I don't know. Shit's just easier that way?

[Another groan.]

We're getting drunk if you're not gonna leave this alone.

[ohhhh someone definitely needs to exorcise some stuff huh]

Come to my cabin. I have a bottle of something I lifted from the speakeasy.

I hope it's one of those ones that I'm pretty sure were meant to be fuel for the barge.

[But he will head over, even if it's partially hoping that with enough booze the real topic can be forgotten.]

Astarion is leaning against the doorframe, his cat cradled in one arm and draped over his shoulder since she kept trying to explore the hallway and he does not trust anybody here.

"I don't know about 'interplanar ship fuel'," he says by way of greeting, "but it's clear and it hurt my nose when I tried to get the scent. And I don't know the language on the label."

Blitzø looks tired as he trudges past Astarion into the room, barely acknowledging the kitten in his arms.

"Sounds fucking perfect. Hope you got yourself a bottle too."

"I have."

He closes the door behind him and gently sets Aylin down on the floor. There are indeed two bottles on his desk - one clear and incomprehensibly labelled, the other apparently red wine.

"...He paid me a visit earlier, actually. His human guise looked remarkably familiar."

That gives him pause and Blitzø shoots Astarion a puzzled look.

"What, you've met before?"

"Mm? Yes. I assume he was poking around the ship, just - pushing at random doors? We chatted for a while, I told him a little about where he is."

"No I mean... you said he looked familiar, so have you seen him somewhere else?" He doesn't realise what Astarion is implying, despite the fact it's literally right in front of his face.

Astarion just blinks at him for a moment.

"The resemblance is right here, darling," he says, gesturing at his own face. "Pale skin, white hair, red eyes..?"

Blitzø stares at him, then looks him up and down again, like he's just seeing him properly for the first time.

"Satan's ass you mean he looks like you? I mean I guess? I've only seen his human form once. Guess I wasn't thinking about it."

But he is now.

Ah, so he's not being used as a substitute! That's...nice, probably.

"Only once? Given all the 'hello, fellow humans' talk, I did suppose he didn't venture out into the mortal plane too often."

"Only once when I was there, I guess." He shrugs and continues to pick up one of the bottles, sniffing at it and, as the alcohol immediately makes his eyes water, he takes a healthy swig right from the bottle.

"I mean he might have before but when I saw it we were trying to find his missing daughter." He eyes Astarion again now.

"...did you think I only came onto you cause you look the same?"

"As memory serves, darling, it was me coming onto you, for the most part."

He shrugs with one shoulder.

"...The thought crossed my mind. It wouldn't have bothered me."

"Hah! No that was you accepting me coming onto you, I'd been making passed for ages and you kept shutting me down." He grins, looking undeniably smug because this topic? Much easier.

"Fuck that, I don't do rebounds that look like exes or any of that weird replacement shit. I agreed to fuck you because you're fucking hot and you, you know. Fun."

Another swig from the bottle. "And you act all smug but you don't seem to really treat many people like shit far as I can tell."

Astarion shrugs and takes a gulp from his own bottle.

"I don't see the point. If people annoy me, I'd much prefer to just stay out of their way."

"See? What's not to fucking like?"

Blitzø tries a smile that looks forced and swirls the contents of the bottle around. He's tempted to just finish the whole thing but he doesn't want Astarion feeling like he has to share.

"Besides, it doesn't fucking matter. Stolas and I are done anyway. Not that there was a 'Stolas and I' really anyway but... oh who fucking cares. It's over. He won't even look at me again anyway."

"You seem to fucking care," Astarion says levelly. "Quite a lot, actually. Do you want there to be a 'Stolas and I'?"

He asked something similar earlier but didn't get a response, really.

Because it's a question Blitzø can't bring himself to answer even to himself, and he's definitely not drunk enough to get into it with Astarion now. So he rolls his eyes and drinks half the bottle, coming up for air again as his eyes start watering and he's wheezing from it.

"It doesn't matter. He said he was done with our deal, so it's over."

"Suit yourself, darling. Certainly, there's no reason to suspect he sees this as an unwanted obligation on your part that he's releasing you from," Astarion says briskly. "As you say: over."

"See? You get it!" Blitzø agrees, completely missing any subtlety Astarion might have been aiming for.

"Whatever, it'll probably be better this way anyway. Just another puss on this boat to have some fun with if he gets the craving again, and that's just fine with me. And speaking of having fuuuun~"

Blitzø ~~stumbles~~ slips on over to Astarion and drags his tail up the vampire's thigh. "Why don't we stop talking and focus on other things?"

Astarion makes an amused, incredulous little sound, reaching out to slide a hand over his arm.

"No pun intended, pet, but are you sure you're up for it?"

He's got nothing against drunk rebound sex, but he's not going to participate in anything that Blitzø might throw up and pass out in the middle of.

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