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“I know what kind of love this is
After all, I was there when we made it.”
“I Know What Kind of Love This Is”
Dar Williams
GVR: Bonjour mon coeur. Ça va?
AVK: Kill me now. I have the worst hangover.
GVR: I told you to let me send some Zeus home with you
AVK: Because showing up to work high is so much better than showing up hungover?
GVR: One of them is probably more noticeable than the other. Or how many times have you thrown up since you got in?
AVK: Twice.
AVK: But Commodore Vorparadijs isn't here yet so he’s none the wiser.
AVK: So far.
GVR: Totally worth it though right?
AVK: Getting drunk and fucked in the Residence gazebo? Yes, totally.
GVR: Check it off the list then. What’s next?
AVK: Same but during the Emperor’s Birthday fireworks?
GVR: No repeats! We need something original. Although on the subject of the Imperial natal day...
AVK: I already told you no. Ezar and Father would have my hide if we disrupt the Birthday.
GVR: T'as pas de couilles!
AVK: You’re not going to bait me into it, Ges!
GVR: But I want to dance with you at the Imperial Residence!
AVK: Quit pouting!
AVK: There's a bunch of offices in the same wing as the ballroom. We'll sneak into one of them.
GVR: Fucking you over the social secretary's desk would be... acceptable.
GVR: I’m not giving up on the other plan altogether, though.
AVK: We can do your dance scene on some other occasion. When we’re less likely to draw the emperor’s wrath by shocking the old Vor bores.
GVR: What do you suggest then?
AVK: Count Vorinnis’ nephew has been appointed the ambassador to Escobar.
AVK: They’re holding a sendoff for him about a month after the Birthday. Small but should still have dancing.
AVK: Fit the bill?
GVR: Perfect. You’re a genius!
AVK: Tu parles!
GVR: Modesty ill becomes you, mon amour.
AVK: Boucle-la!
AVK: Add Vorhartung museum to the list. There’s this alcove...
GVR: Absolutely! The Vorkosigan seat in the Council Chambers.
AVK: Absolutely not!
GVR: When they're out of session of course.
AVK: Still no.
GVR: The Vorrutyer seat?
AVK: Maybe.
GVK: I'll pretend that was a yes.
GVR: Father has a box at the Opera.
AVK: Oh hell yeah!
GVR: The Academy Faculty parking lot.
AVK: There’s a place on Academy grounds we haven’t done it?
GVR: Yep, you refused me both times I suggested it.
AVK: Hmm. Alright but only in a groundcar. Your groundcar.
GVR: Deal!
GVR: Your office at OPS HQ.
AVK: Not a chance!
GVR: Come on! It has blinds and everything!
AVK: I really can’t risk the write up. Vorparadijs will have me demoted for sure if we get caught.
GVR: Oh, ye of little faith!
AVK: No, Ges!
GVR: What about in the washroom?
AVK: NO!
GVR: You’re no fun.
AVK: That’s not what you said last night.
GVR: I hate you.
AVK: That’s not what you said last night!
GVR: Fuck off!
AVK: That's more like it.
AVK: Plenty of places in Vorkosigan House we haven’t done it, yet.
GVR: Well, there are a ridiculous number of rooms...
AVK: True. We haven’t even finished the attics.
GVR: The Count’s bedroom?
AVK: Dear God, no! Are you trying to put me off sex forever? *shudder*
GVR: Oh come on! You never wanted to defile your parents’ bed?
AVK: Um no.
AVK: Honestly, there is something really wrong with you!
GVR: Bet you’d say yes if it was your father who'd remarried.
AVK: I’m not having sex in your father and stepmother’s bed either so just get that thought right out of your head.
GVR: Spoil sport!
AVK: That’s not what you said last night.
GVR: Get a new line, Vorkosigan!
GVK: Your father’s study
AVK: You could probably talk me into it if you get me drunk enough.
GVR: Too easy.
AVK: Getting me drunk or fucking in his study?
GVR: Both. You're a light weight and a slut.
AVK: Poshyol ty!
GVR: That's the general idea.
GVR: But I also have other mind-altering substances you could try if alcohol isn’t sufficient.
AVK: Never again!
GVR: Please, you enjoyed it last time!
GVR: Now who’s pouting?
GVR: Come on, Aral. You know I was just trying to get you to loosen up.
AVK: You should have asked.
AVK: You’re lucky I didn’t strangle you!
GVR: Belike
AVK: Don’t mock me, Ges!
GVR: Mind your temper, Vorkosigan! Don’t want a repeat of the morning after.
AVK: No more drugs, you prick!
AVK: Or I'll give you bruises that don't heal for weeks.
GVR: Alright, no more drugs!
AVK: Also, I get to tie you up next time. I’m really tired of rope burns.
GVR: You’re such a baby!
AVK: That’s not...
GVR: If you say that one more time!
AVK: You’ll what?
GVR: I won’t try my new toy on you.
AVK: You don't have that kind of self-control.
GVR: Now you're just projecting.
AVK: Possibly true.
AVK: What did you get anyway?
GVR: You'll find out in good time. Have patience.
GVR: Now, what else goes on the list?
AVK: Do you think Negri would personally arrest us if we did it on the steps of ImpSec HQ?
GVR: Cheeky! We could try it in the very wee hours of the morning. He has to sleep sometime, right?
AVK: Hmmm... probably not.
AVK: The only thing worse than the wrath of Ezar is the calm disapproval of his Familiar.
GVR: Tsk. Making promises you don’t intend to keep again, Vorkosigan?
AVK: I hate you.
GVR: That’s not what you said last night!
AVK: Zamolchi!
GVR: Tell me that tonight.