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[ video ] - Day 163

[ Guess who's back from the dead? That's right, everybody's favourite resident demon! Of course, she's lacking a little of her usual sass and sparkle - apparently being thrown to the wolves - quite literally (if by wolves we mean hellhounds) - has that effect on a person. ]

Hello Cape Kore. Did you miss me? [ There's a smirk, but it's strained. ]

Did you get the stray puppy population under control while I was on my unscheduled vacation or you all still waiting for the dog warden to show up?

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[He promises it isn't spiked with holy water, too! What more can you ask for?]

I can't promise it'll be any good, but I've been able to find something intoxicating in the canteen reliably. Shall I click my heels together and see if I can get us some decent bourbon?

Manage that and I might just fall in love with you.

[ Only not. Because loving one angel is already more than enough. ]

Oh, don't do that, darling. Your dance card is full already. [Sex with her has been quite rewarding, friendship of whatever sort a demon and an angel can manage is welcome, but love had better be Castiel's problem.]

Where are you? I'll come find you with a bottle.

[ The sex was good - and at least she now knows that sex with an angel won't kill her - unless the angel in question smites her midway, but that's hardly gentlemanly. At least wait until she's done!

And the banter is enjoyable.

But really, loving one angel already makes Meg want to stab herself in the face with a fork out of disgust at herself for feeling all squishy and gooey and sparkly rainbows. ]

Still in my room. [ Licking her wounds and sulking. ]

[Balthazar, at least, doesn't have a smiting kink. He's too fond of post-coital pillow talk.]

All right, I'll be there shortly. Try not to fall in love with anyone before I get there.

[With a smirk and a wink, he cuts the feed. About fifteen minutes later he lands outside her door with a rustle of wings. Assuming it's not locked, he'll push it ajar and peer in.] Mission accomplished. Do you do ice cream? I brought a carton of it, too.

You sure you're not trying to make me fall in love with you, Feathers? Alcohol and ice cream? That's the way to any woman's heart no matter how black and broken it is.

[ She shoots him a smirk in return and sits up on her bed. ]

Luckily for you, there's only enough space for one angel shaped being in this tarnish, demonic heart of mine.

Honestly? I'm investing for the inevitable future, when I go back and get killed and then, hopefully, get dumped here again. [His smile starts off slightly forced, but once it's started it seems to sort itself out into something genuine. A bizarre and twisted hope is better than none at all, and he could do a lot worse than sharing a beer with a demon after dying.]

You've been through it more than once now, I notice. I'm hoping you'll pay me back with something alcoholic some day. [He hands over the bottle and a spoon, sits on the end of her bed like he was invited, and puts the ice cream between them.]

[ They should form a club for people who are stabbed to death by angel blades. Exclusive membership. No dick angels allowed. And no dick demons.

It would be a brilliant club.

Meg takes the bottle from him and takes a healthy swig. Ah, the good stuff! It burns in all the right ways. ]

I'll be sure to keep a bottle of the good stuff held back for you. It's only fair.

[It would be a very small club, if no dicks were allowed from the ranks of Heaven and Hell. Actually, Meg might end up alone on that one. Balthazar's been called the d-word by many and varied personages.

But they can pretend for now!]

Quid pro quo, then! Excellent. I knew I could count on you to be pragmatic. [One of the top two reasons he likes her, the other one being she's willing to do anything for Castiel, much like Balthazar himself.]

[ But he's in such a different category of dick to someone like say, Crowley or Uriel. Balthazar gets a free pass! ]

Do try not to wind up dying any time soon though, won't you? We keep making a habit of it and the good stuff might run out.

[ Anything for Cas? That sounds about right. Hey, she's practically died for the guy and that's kind of a big deal for a demon so keen on self preservation.

Maybe they should rename their club the 'people who have died for Cas' club instead. For Cas/By Cas' hand. Same thing, right? ]

[True! There are dicks, and then there are dicks. And Dick, but fortunately he hasn't appeared in Kore.]

I'll do my best, and with any luck I'll only go through it the once. Let me have a drink? [He holds his hand out for the bottle hopefully. Don't worry, Meg, he'll be a gentleman and restrict himself to a few sips.

The People who have Died for Cas club would not be quite as big as the People who have Died for the Winchesters club, but it might be a bit more amiable. Sounds like a plan.]

[ She hands the bottle to him and instead takes up her spoon to start on the ice cream before it melts. While she can think of many interesting uses for melted ice cream, she's really not feeling in the mood to implement them.

Apparently demons can have off days too. Who knew? ]

If you do wind up dying here, I do hope yours is a rather more pleasant experience than mine.

How pleasant can dying possibly be? [It's a rhetorical question, but he's the kind of angel that has to think about that, and is quick to come up with some extremely kinky answers.]

Oh. Never mind, I've just answered myself. I'll wait until I bite it back home before I try anything too risky here, though.

Stay away from giant puppies and sharp objects and you'll be fine.

[ Or you know, anything else from the relatively short list of things that kill angels. Seriously, angels have it so good compared to demons. ]

Can't promise about the sharp objects, but I can avoid Hellpuppies, I think. Incidentally, do you still have that angel blade you've been carrying around?

[It's not really apropos of anything. Just wondering aloud, and a small part of him is still waiting for Apocalypse-level infighting to break out within his family there.]

It was on the bed with me when I woke up. Don't worry, I don't intend to use it on any of the feathered flock here unless it's in self-defense.

[ Whether one of her allies put it on the bed or whether whatever brought her back did, she doesn't know. She's just glad it isn't lost or fallen into the wrong hands. ]

Or in defense of Castiel. I know. [He smiles. It's a little strange to genuinely trust a demon with a heavenly weapon.]

But it does seem this place has a few curve-balls to throw us. I'm just as glad you're armed.

[ She's not exactly a text-book demon, is she? She likes to bend all the rules! ]

You know me too well.

[Which makes her a perfect BFF for a couple of angels who have blithely tossed out the rule book. That covers Castiel and Balthazar, really.]

Coming from you, that actually sounds vaguely threatening. [He teases, handing her the liquor bottle.] 'You know me too well, and now I have to kill you.'

Aw Sugar.

[ She takes the bottle and takes a large swig, welcoming the burn of the alcohol. ]

If I killed you then who'll bring me alcohol and who shall I turn to for mind-blowing anger sex?

You could probably find other sources for anger sex, to be fair. Maybe not quite as skilled, but I'm sure the Winchesters are trainable. [The sparkle in his eyes gives away his attempt at deadpan humor.]

Alcohol, though. I doubt there's anyone else here with quite my experience in drinking. [No one, at least, who could be trusted not to spike her with holy water.]

Oh, I've already got one Winchester trained. But he's no angel.

[ Ah, there's a smirk. Maybe she's slowly beginning to feel a little more like her old self. ]

Ahh, the righteous man, I assume? I hope you're having fun with him.

[He's hit the point where he can tolerate Dean, but he's not certain he likes him much. It's hard for an angel so full of doubt to deal with a human who outwardly seems so damn sure of himself.]

Oh trust me, he's anything but righteous in the bedroom.

[ Oh, that right there is the filthiest of smirks. Poor Dean, he's not even here to defend himself. Oh well, not her problem. ]

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