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"Delete it." She strides out, closing the door with a snap.

She thinks for a second, but yeah she is not gonna do that.

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The packet is...elucidating.Troubling. And read like much worse fantasy than the packet Katya gave her months ago.

Apparently, Iakov is a much bigger asshole than even Katya suggested. With a documented history that stretches back around 300 years - she had sex with someone over 300 years old - that mostly included Iakov avoiding people and leaving a wake of bodies behind him whenever anyone tried to control him.

Aimes curls herself into a ball after reading the packet, cause apparently she magically married the villain in every bad fantasy novel, all because of a drunken hookup in Kansas City.

AIMES (10:22 PM): Jesus Christ he's evil.

KATYA (10:23 PM): Yes.

That doesn't help.

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Two days later,

AIMES (9:29 AM): Can I call him Voldemort to you in texts?

KATYA (9:31 AM) As far as I know he has never committed genocide.

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Trixie's been kinda sorta datingKristopher for four months now, and Aimes is just now getting to meet him, but she really feels that that's much more cause of Trixie feeling skittish more than anything against Aimes, so she goes into this more than a little curious.

They pick a bowling alley in Burbank, something inoffensive and as suburbia as they can get in the area, and Trixie's already gotten a lane when she gets in.

Trixie waves Aimes over frantically, her arm hooked around the elbow of a very tall, very handsome African American man. "Aimes! Over here!" She says, a bit loud, one of her tells for being unreasonably nervous about something.

The man extends a hand out to Aimes, shaking it with a bit more reserve than Trixie has. "Hey, I'm Kristopher." His voice is deep, with a hint of a Southern drawl.

"Cool, I'm Aimes." And she sneaks a glance over at Trixie, who looks the most anxious, shifting back and forth in her shoes with wide eyes. "Bowling?"

Trixie grabs onto Aimes's arm as if it’s a lifesaver. "They're part of a bowling team, Aimes. They have competitions. Save me."

Aimes laughs, then laughs again cause it's so outside of all the shit she's been dealing with that it's perfect. "So now you won't be the worst bowler, is that it?"

Trixie isn't kidding, Kristopher and his friends are ridiculously good at bowling and utterly wipe the table with them. As soon as Aimes gets back from grabbing a ball Trixie grabs her arm again. "Well?" she asks, her voice tight.

Aimes not sure if it's a race thing, or a general attractiveness thing, but Trixie is far more anxious than she had anticipated. "He seems nice. Handsome."

Trixie's face relaxes, just a hair, and Aimes throws her free arm around her friend. "Hey, you like him, and you work things out. This sounds like a good thing."

Trixie all but melts in Aimes arm, burying her face in Aimes's shoulder for a brief second. "Thanks," she mumbles before pulling away. "It's still new."

"It's been what, five months?" Aimes teases back.

"That's what's new about it." They both pause and watch as Kristopher executes a perfect strike with perfect form.

"And he's a lawyer?"

Trixie nods, her face a weird mixture of fear and pride. "Yeah. Yeah he is."

Out of the corner of her eye, a flash of black hair and pale skin makes Aimes's head turn, but she sees no one who matches what she thought she saw out of the corner of her eye.

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