Indecent Unproposal (FINISHED)

Rafe grins when he sees Luce come in and pushes her foamy mug of bellyrot over when she sits down. He shouts to be heard over the din that is known as music, "Alright, Luce! Got you a drink in. Long time no see. What you been up to?"

Rafe laughs, "Great catch'all for the mysterious disappearances of the Fatherly Elite. Can't believe it's just you me and Eli on the Council now." He reaches out and gently wipes away Luci's moustache with the back of his sleeve, "Pretty much the same as you. Been trying to step into dear old dad's size 10's for awhile now. I don't like all this politicking crap though, I just wanna hunt down some Phreaks and try to find out where the old man has got to."

Pot basher extraordinaire finally takes a break, so Rafe leans in closer so as not to be overheard, "I think we've got some stuff to discuss about me and you. Did your dad tell you about our dad's arrangement?

Rafe resists the urge to snort at the idea of Luci being some little housewife, "Yeah can't see that myself, your cooking is terrible." He ducks preemptively and then laughs, before settling back down again with a serious expression. "Look Luce, you're seriously out of this world and any guy, even me, would be lucky if you deigned to look upon them with anything less than contempt, let alone love, but..." Rafe stops, not wanting to hurt one of his best friends, "I've known you since we were both knee high to grasshopper Phreaks..."

Rafe clutches at his heart and moans dramatically, "You cut me to the quick, Luce. I'm never going to get over this. Only Bellyrot can take away the pain." He downs the rest of the vile liquid, coughs, pounds on his chest with a fist and then throws Luci one of his cheekiest smiles, "I'm so glad you said it first... now, how do we go about unarranging this marriage? I'm pretty sure my dad submitted some form to the Mayor about it."

Rafe winces when the so-called music starts back up again; it really does sound better when you're wasted. "You really think they're coming back? Mine has been gone so long, I'm not even sure what he looks like anymore. Chances are, some Phreaks have eaten him, or sacrificed him, or kept him for breeding. He makes great-looking kids." Rafe laughs, but there is an undercurrent of something strained and desperate underneath the good cheer.

Rafe shrugs, "Sometimes I think the Mayor is psychic or something; feels like I can't ever keep a secret when we're at that huge council table. I suspect secret Phreakism, you know." He slaps the tabletop and laughs, "Could you imagine, secret Phreaks running the great Norm city of Horizon. Doesn't bear thinking about."