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[paterelohim]

Uh, hi! This is Ca- I mean Chuck Shurley, just- Chuck, sorry. [Indistinct fumbling noises] Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks?

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[paterelohim]

[The absurdity of the leader of Heaven saying "tits" gets to him all at once and he breaks down laughing helplessly.]

[farfromheavn]

[Fighting to not roll her eyes at the laughing. She'll wait it out.]

[paterelohim]

[It'll be a while. He collapses on the couch, laughing until it's obvious he's not really laughing at her- him- Michael anymore. It's tension release, laughing until he's wheezing and can't deal anymore, until he finally tires himself out (after a good five minutes) and pulls himself together and looks up, still wiping tears from his eyes and giggling faintly.]

I- okay, I'm. I'm okay now. Okay. Sorry.

[farfromheavn]

[During that time Eden settles herself on "Mikaela's" shoulder and laughs along with him for a short while. At least until Michael feeds her a banana.]

Are you sure? I'm sure you've still got some laughs in you.

[paterelohim]

I- I just. [Okay, another (brief!) giggle fit.

But no pulling himself together for real now.]

I'm sorry, I.... wow, I really needed that.

[farfromheavn]

[More waiting.]

Glad I could help. [Maybe not completely glad but still...] Would you like to hear about the bowling experience or just stare and laugh some more? [Even as she says it she smiles. The biggest, closest one to a real smile that she's had in weeks.]

[paterelohim]

Uh- you can talk about the thing you actually called about, I guess. Fine.

[farfromheavn]

So we went as girls, obviously. Before we actually started bowling we got these guys to buy us drinks and then they paid in order to get us to bowl with them. There we were, the four of us bowling together and the whole time they kept buying us drinks in an attempt to get us drunk.

[Which as Chuck knows, is impossible on the mortal liquor.]

One of them actually went to go get more money before the night was over. I think it was more fun then actually bowling was.

[paterelohim]

Oh my god, you became bar skanks.

[He's pretty sure his reaction is supposed to be amusement or something, which- okay, no, it's actually really goddamn funny, but there's an edge of no-son-of-mine to it.]

[farfromheavn]

[Casual shrug like it NBD.]

I wanted to see how many free drinks we could get and Lucifer did promise me half the bar.

[Blame it on Lucifer, Dad. It was his plan.]

[paterelohim]

Bar. Skanks.

[His sons are bar sluts. FML.]

[farfromheavn]

[At least they didn't become strippers because Daddy abandoned them to become a dead beat drunk writer.

Not even dignifying that with a response just gives Chuck a flat, unimpressed look. Don't make her hang up because the prophet's immature, because she will.]

omg rude

[paterelohim]

So who won?

no u

[farfromheavn]

We did, but they let us.

[This is what happens when Michael plays nice with his brother, Chuck.]

[paterelohim]

[It's better than world-ending.]

Come on, like you couldn't have beaten them.

[farfromheavn]

[Does that include the part where the banjos played a little that Michael's neglected to tell?]

Of course we could have beaten them, but they deliberately let us win.

[paterelohim]

[...Chuck will still admit that it's better than world-ending. Banjos or no banjos.]

Cause they thought plying you with pizza, cosmos, and bowling would get them laid.