Sixth time's the charm

[Alva Ren]

...Rae? Where are you? It's... five am...

Reagan Ryang

[Reagan Ryang]

*hesitates*

...Josh's. Got drunk and had to sleep it off.

Where are you?

[Alva Ren]

Oh... Josh's...

I'm at home. I...

I've been waiting for you...

Did you get my message?

[Reagan Ryang]

Yeah. I... just now, actually.

[Alva Ren]

Are... you still mad?

[Reagan Ryang]

...No.

[Alva Ren]

*relieved* Thank god.

Rae, I'm sorry. I should've said something sooner. A lot sooner.

[Reagan Ryang]

Yeah. *wants to be mad or indignant but can't really muster it up*

You should have.

*pause*

How is it now? The... thing? The curse?

[Alva Ren]

*softly* Yeah...

It's... getting better. The potion helps a lot.

Are you... staying the night at Josh's place?

[Reagan Ryang]

Ah, no. No. I'm actually just getting ready to leave.

*looking around for clothes*

[Alva Ren]

Do you want to come over? I'm not really doing anything, just...

Watching people cooking with butter. *small laugh* I could use some company...

[Reagan Ryang]

Yeah!

*looks apprehensively toward the bathroom, then starts pulling clothes on*

...cooking with butter?

[Alva Ren]

(Josh ain't coming out)

Yeah, it's just a dumb tv show. Some marathon they have going on. They're using so much butter in every dish...

Do you think that's why my dishes never turn out like theirs? Because I don't use enough butter?

[Reagan Ryang]

*slipping shoes on*

Isn't butter supposed to be bad for you though?

*one last look at the bathroom before leaving the room*

[Alva Ren]

Well that's what they said about you, and I'm still doing okay. *grins to himself*

How much did you have to drink? Were you driving?