#untetheredrage

Charlie walked into the bar more confused than ever. The universe pulled a 'Freaky Friday' and he and Dennis switched bodies. If he had a nickel for every time this had happened Charlie would have two nickels. Which isn't much much but it's weird that it's happened twice. " What the hell? Why am I you?" It was so weird seeing himself in front of him. Was he really that short?

" I woke up with Frank holding a gun up to my head saying 'Where's Chawlie, where's chawlie.' And I told him I was Charlie and then he thought I was- or you were trying to kill him. I got the fuck out of there obviously. But- oh! I also got that news lady's phone number on the way here." Charlie pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket that had her phone number on it. He examined the paper and slipped it back into his pocket.

" So, how are we going to get back into our own bodies?"

mercy still didn’t know why she’d chosen to use a dating app, but it had seemed like a good idea at the time. she wasn’t particularly looking for a ‘real connection,’ either. she just wanted to get wasted and possibly get laid. and, of course, it didn’t work out the way she planned. go fucking figure, right?

she eyed the man before her skeptically as she was never one to trust a complete stranger. his story seemed plausible enough, and she did appreciate the offer. the date might not have worked out, but... why not get drunk? she was already in the bar, and he was offering her free drinks. the woman tilted her head ever so slightly as she gave him an appraising look -- which was putting it mildly, really, as she was eyeing him from head to toe -- then she shrugged.

“yeah, sure, okay.”

she sashayed over to the bar and perched herself on one of the bar stools, then spoke again.

Star raised her eyebrows at the totally suspicious dude calling her bro of all terrible things. “Uh, never said you murdered anyone, just to warn me if you got pissed off,” she pointed out with a scoff. Jutting out her sharp, strong chin, she leaned closer to meet him. 

“Look, I agree about the dog thing. After Poppins and...well shit, I never named that other dog did I...” Mac took a moment to rub the back of his neck sheepishly, looking away from Dennis before finally saying, “Doesn’t matter. Anyways—A cat...What kind of cat were you thinking of? I think a hairless cat would be badass!”

@untetheredrage asked: “Hey, Merc... how do you feel about kids?" It sounds as though he's going to propose they have some of their own but Dennis is actually just trying to find a way to tell her that he actually has a son and will soon have to care for him for a few weeks. His ex was finally going on the vacation that he had promised her last year and now he was stuck either ignoring Mercy for a few weeks to avoid her finding out or suffering through it with her.

she’d been in the midst of sending a barrage of texts to an employee, all of them irate and more than a little unhinged, when dennis spoke. and while she had been completely absorbed in absolutely demolishing a fellow human being mercy was still able to pay attention to him and understand everything he was saying at the same time. it still didn’t mean she wasn’t taken aback and it was apparent by the way her shoulders stiffened and her fingers ceased their furious swiping across the surface of her touchscreen. 

she looked up and slid her phone in her pocket to demonstrate that she was fully invested in their conversation, all the while trying to keep her expression carefully neutral and her tone even and measured.

“i mean... i can’t have them, so i guess i never really thought about it.” a pause, then she spoke again. “that’s... no, that’s not true. i have thought about it. but, like. i stopped thinking about it after i found that out. why... are you asking me this?”

she wasn’t even sure if she’d call him her boyfriend, though maybe it was heavily implied by this point. mercy didn’t actively pursue anyone else, nor did she want to. but it was an uncomfortable thing to approach and the both of them seemed to have a weird thing against labels. they came with expectations, limitations, and rules. but if they hadn’t even talked about that... why were they talking about something this heavy?

but with as much time as they’d spent together and as she’d gotten to know dennis, she assumed that this must have been one of his roundabout ways of ultimately asking her something else, as he did that often.

at least she hoped that was what he was doing. she’d rather not have a real connection fall apart because of something she had no control over. again.

“i suppose i didn’t actually answer your question, though, did i?” the woman ran her fingers through her hair and heaved a sigh. “i mean. i guess... i like them?”