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[enigmatic_effy]

[Well, it looks like she's going to have two New Years this year, seeing as she's back again. Properly dressed (by her standards, anyway) this time, thank someone, and actually not irritated to be here. A very Bristol new year can be put on hold for now.]

Right. Somebody in here should be having a party.

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[enigmatic_effy]

Red or white?

[pridegoesbefore]

White, I think.

[enigmatic_effy]

Keeping it classy. [Ta da! Two white sangrias appear before them.]

Cheers. You'll like it.

[pridegoesbefore]

Ooh, it has fruit in it!

[Cocktails, hurrah!]

[enigmatic_effy]

It does.

What's the verdict?

[pridegoesbefore]

...peach. Raspberries? Definitely peach--


--it's very nice.

[enigmatic_effy]

Looks like some orange, too.


Nice. Now I know how to get you to drink with me.

[pridegoesbefore]

I do like peaches. And anything fizzy, really.

[enigmatic_effy]

We've struck gold. [So much gold that her glass is nearly empty already.]

[pridegoesbefore]

So it would seem!

[Cissy is much more sedate, and is at most a quarter of the way through hers. Though she has levitated a piece of fruit out.]

[enigmatic_effy]

[She finishes her off and calls for another glass, sipping happily.]

So, what's the year for you?

[pridegoesbefore]

I've no earthly idea. Going by time passing in these places, I'd say nineteen-seventy-seven. But at home, where it's still nineteen-seventy-six, I'm yet to reach my birthday, which is in October.

[She sips a little more.]

It sort of passed here...

[enigmatic_effy]

Weird. 2012 for me. If the world ends, I guess I'm stuck here forever.


Nobody remembered?

[pridegoesbefore]

Why would the world end?



No one was here who'd know it. I didn't actually notice myself, so...

[enigmatic_effy]

The Mayans made a calendar. And the last year on it is 2012. So now everybody thinks the apocalypse is nigh or some shit.


Consider this your birthday party.

[pridegoesbefore]

How dire. Well, enjoy your potential last year of life?


--thank you.

[enigmatic_effy]

Live fast, die young, right?


Sure. [Clinks their glasses together.] Happy birthday. About three months late.

[pridegoesbefore]

Some say that, yes.


[Smiling over their toast.] Twenty-one again.

[enigmatic_effy]

Worked for James Dean.


Now you can get into all the clubs.

[pridegoesbefore]

Because that's something I would do so often.