“You’re drunk.”
Kinisis leaned back in her seat, smiling obnoxiously, staring out the window. Outside was nothing but darkness, a perpetually empty void.
“I am very, very drunk!”
“Insanely drunk.”
Arkadin sat opposite her, swirling a glass of fizzy, pink liquid in his hand. Many of the other Life Goddesses had left, taking their spawn with them. Now only the most drunk and daring of deities were left. Drunk deities and Arkadin. The party had gone on for a long time and the conversation was dying down.
“How much have you had to drink then?”
“Ohhhhhh!” Kinisis smiled some more, snapping her fingers. A glass of ruby red wine appeared in her hand. She sipped it carefully, still smiling. “This must be my… Fiftieth. My fiftieth glass of wine, mind you. I have no idea how much I’ve drunk when it comes to other alcoholic substances.”
“And that is what worries me…” Arkadin tutted. “All these immensely powerful beings and you’re all plastered. Absolutely shitfaced.”
“So?” Kinisis was still smiling. She finished her glass then summoned another one. “It’s a party. Actually, we are entering the after-party. Is something bothering you?”
Arkadin grunted. “I feel unsafe. Like, what if a big corruption comes along and eats us all? And you’re all too drunk to do anything?”
Kinisis pointed outside, out into the darkness. Arkadin strained to see what she was pointing at, but saw nothing. After a moment of awkwardness, Arkadin turned back to Kinisis.
“What are you pointing at?”
“Oh. You can’t see it.”
“What is it?”
Kinisis shrugged. “Us Life Goddesses have technology that protects us outside of our universes. I assume you can’t see it because, well, you’re a Decayling. Little death gods can’t see this stuff.”
“And it protects you?”
“Yep.”
“Huh…”
Arkadin sunk in his seat slightly, then picked himself up. He was hungry. And he had finished his drink.
“You want me to get you anything?” Arkadin asked.
“I’m good…” Kinisis trailed off, still looking outside. “Before you go, tell me, you having fun?”
Arkadim shrugged. “I guess?”
“You… met anyone?”
“What do you mean?”
“Did you pull?”
Arkadin shook his head. “If you are asking me whether I got laid, then the answer is an obvious no. I mean, who do you think I am?”
Kinisis grinned. “You’ve been talking to Seimeni though. She mentioned you a few times.”
“I guess…” Arkadin sighed. “I don’t want to talk about it. Not yet.”
“She gave you some contact details, yes?”
“Like I said, I don’t want to talk about it…” Arkadin sighed.
“Oh well. Your loss.”
“Back to the original question, do you want anything to eat? Or drink or whatever?”
Kinisis snapped her fingers again, summoning yet another glass of wine. “Nah, I’m good. You go get yourself something to eat. And go chat up Seimeni if you get the chance.”
Arkadin rolled his eyes, leaving Kinisis alone with her drink. “I’m going to go stuff my face at the chocolate fountain, actually. But if I see Seimeni, I’ll give her your regards.”