50 Snapshots

by Rhianwen

A collection of tinytiny short stories featuring Mirage and Syndrome. Some angst, some humour, some neither, some both. Stretching from premovie to postmovie. Starts with a death, ends with a birth, because they've never done anything the right way around

9. Drink

Drink

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She doesn't generally drink too much, and he doesn't generally drink at all; but tonight is special, and they're still making up after the fight that destroyed the spare bedroom in their personal living quarters.

Neither of them could have believed that they would miss the other so much, but they did, and now it's over, so this calls for some celebrating and far more wine than either one of them is used to.

Neither one of them is completely certain, either, how they ended up stumbling into the bedroom, his bedroom for the past week and a half but theirs again, laughing like children at everything and nothing, and waking up the next morning, tangled together, aching, and still half-dressed.

But they've been closer since then than they ever had before, so she's certainly not about to complain, any more than he is.

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