Sunshine gets to her feet - woo, head rush - then heads over to the liquor to make herself another whatever-this-thing-is-called.
She makes a face at 'Lucifer,' then just lets the face stay there because it's appropriate for this entire topic of conversation. "Gabriel," she says in a tone of voice that implies: 'if that's even his real name.' "I mean, the wards seem good - nice work on the building, by the way," she adds, lifting her half-constructed bellini in Eliot's direction. "But the sender is a friggin…" she makes a slightly different but equally unpleasant face, then a few vague hand gestures for good measure. "All fuck-off kali face shadows and, and smuggery." That probably isn't a real word, but Sunshine says it with enough enthusiasm to lend it some legitimacy.
Drink refilled, she wanders back to the couch and flops down on Eliot's other side. "But the wards are sound. Which is good, because Lucifer's definitely a real problem." Ugh. She takes a pensive sip of her drink.
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She makes a face at 'Lucifer,' then just lets the face stay there because it's appropriate for this entire topic of conversation. "Gabriel," she says in a tone of voice that implies: 'if that's even his real name.' "I mean, the wards seem good - nice work on the building, by the way," she adds, lifting her half-constructed bellini in Eliot's direction. "But the sender is a friggin…" she makes a slightly different but equally unpleasant face, then a few vague hand gestures for good measure. "All fuck-off kali face shadows and, and smuggery." That probably isn't a real word, but Sunshine says it with enough enthusiasm to lend it some legitimacy.
Drink refilled, she wanders back to the couch and flops down on Eliot's other side. "But the wards are sound. Which is good, because Lucifer's definitely a real problem." Ugh. She takes a pensive sip of her drink.