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“Not really,” Astrid admitted. “I don’t plan to start thinking about the future that hard. Maybe figuring it out as we go isn’t so bad.” Oh, but at some point, it would fail. They’d have to leave, they’d cling to their hope for the future, and then submit themselves to it. She wouldn’t be...

“Thanks,” she said with a stunned shrug. The dopamine and alcohol had left her feeling lightheaded. “Gee, that’s about the best compliment anyones could’ve asked for, ahaha, ehehee…” She was slipping down the hole, how many drinks in? Five, she was drinking her fifth, and now it was gone. For...

She accepted. which she was now convinced was real and part of a mass-conspiracy to cover up for the fact that nothing could possible be fake and taste this good, melted in her mouth, washed down by another drink. “Yeah,” she said, burping a little and immediately covering her face. “—mm, I...

She didn’t need to chew on that one. “Oh c’mon. I draw strength from your likeness, Brisa. You and Starr, too. The way we are, two of us can take on some of the toughest challenges out there… but all three of us? We could take on anything. We could take on, fuckin’, uhhh, Pop! Hehe, I believe...

“Yeah,” Astrid whispered softly, wanting to believe it. It lingered in her head, stubbornly tugging at her attention as she tried to focus on the curious flavor of her drink. Soon, she’d nearly downed her third by the time she’d taken a single bite of her main course. It looked like fantasy...

“Yeah. I don’t… really know how any of this multiverse stuff works. Kinda feels like it’s being made up on the fly, ahaha…” But, she supposed, life might be best lived that way. That was how she’d gone about her time on Cibus, if she was allowed to call it something other than aimless drifting...

Bottoms up, and up, and swiftly down. Not a moment to breathe and it was all gone. Brisa would soon find out how far she could go. With a lick of the lips and a poorly-concealed burp—“Oop, s’cuse me,”—Astrid nodded and laughed with her. A friendly duel with no stakes when they were healthy...

Fancy titles, meaningless names. Astrid supposed alcohol was just alcohol—it always tasted something awful and gave her the gigglies and usually made for a good time, depending on her company. And she was in very good company. “Hell yeah,” Astrid drawled back, feeling drunk already. “Let’s kick...

Astrid took a moment to observe. Really observe. Brisa did seem happy, didn’t she? She didn’t have to admit it out loud. It was hard not to be—they’d won, they were alive! And… they were here together, splurging. Celebrating each other. She so badly wanted to get used to this. “Let’s!” she...

“Mmmoh, thanks!” Astrid said. Glancing down at her Unleashed form. “I think I mostly got darker, but I see what’cha mean.” With each dying streak of light on her body, another was born, somewhere, and sometimes, a few would build up near her head or her tails and cast light across even a...