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Caritas - Wednesday Evening

Lois had planned on a quiet evening getting drunk in a bar. The plan was working at first; she came in, sat at the bar and got a beer from Tino. Somehow that all went wrong because a few minutes later she found herself behind the bar with a name tag that said "Lois Lane -- Bar wench" stuck on her shirt. Apparently the regular girl wasn't coming in tonight.

Lois cracked open another beer and glared at Tino. She wasn't a wench, dammit.

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"I'm an Admiral." No, he fucking was not. "So, I'd outrank your dad anyway. And that twit Navy Seal."

"Are you now?" she said, not believing him for a second. "What's an Admiral doing renting out apartments to people?"

"Fucking getting punished," he said and shrugged. "I did a bad bad thing. Naughty boy. So, I'm here."

"What'd you do?" Lois asked, leaning forward against the bar. She was intrigued.

"Tried to end the existence of all mankind," he said nonchalantly. "If you couldn't tell, I'm not really a fucking Admiral. But before you start shrieking, I'm not some psychopathic fuckhead either."

"I didn't think you were," she said. "I've seen a lot of weird stuff in this town. I tend to believe almost anything."

"I used to be...the angel of fucking death," he said, twirling his bottle around. "But I laid down my sword and gave God the fucking bird on the advice of a friend. We got our asses kicked out of Heaven and tried to get back in thus negating God's word, causing God to be wrong and thus ending existence."

Lois spent about thirty seconds taking this in. Then she took a sip of her own beer that was nearby.

"You gave God the finger?"

"Yeah, I felt it necessary at the time," he said and shrugged. "He didn't fucking like it and sent me to fucking Wisconsin as a punishment. Bartleby, old friend of mine, came up with the idea of fucking over the church but, of course, we ran into annoying apostles and a muse and the last fucking scion."

Loki paused to nearly down his entire bottle.

"That's the last descendant of Jesus Christ in case you don't know."

"I didn't know. I'm not that religious," she said. She didn't really see any point in the whole Church thing. "So, obviously, you didn't destroy existence. I can't say I'm upset about that. I'd like to see if Britney can really make a comeback before I die."

"I grew a fucking heart or something before we could," he said and shuddered. "Still an angel, just a disgraced one living on a fucking island. I don't even have a flaming sword anymore. But...that doesn't mean I can't still have fun."

"Oh yeah, you can have plenty of fun without a flaming sword," Lois teased. "And this island isn't so bad. Certainly better than Wisconsin, from what I've heard."

"I'm still looking for some fun on this goddamn island," he said. "It's disappointing me so far."

"Are you saying I'm not fun?" she asked, doing her best to look insulted. "I could always let Tino take over, you know."

"I meant in general," he said, shaking his head. "Never said you weren't fun but I don't really know you besides being hot and giving me alcohol."

"Take my word for it. I'm fun," she said, grinning. "And you don't have to worry about the town getting unbearably boring. I'm sure some sort of monster or hellgod will attack soon enough."

"I don't take anyone's word for it anymore," he said and shrugged. "That's how your best friend tries to end fucking humanity when the original plan was just to get back into Heaven."

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