Chapter Twenty - Pitbulls and Tacos


    Chapter Twenty - Pitbulls and Tacos


    Youre still worried about the gays?


    Dont you think Lord has given us bigger problems to deal with?


    --Unknown cardinal during the vatican incursion of 2037


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    Cat! Lucy screamed from the dining room upstairs. Theyre here!


    Got it! I called back. I was in our bedroom, which was currently bedless . Wed have to rough it for the night, but I figured we could manage one night without anything more comfortable than each other and a few blankets. My armour stood tall and imposing in the corner of the room, with most of my gear leaning up next to it.


    We were going to be having dinner, I probably didnt need to be bulletproof to endure some take-out.


    I ran downstairs, swore as I almost tripped on Tim who was using the bottom step as a seat, then eyed the main room where the rest of the kittens were making a mess. Wed ordered enough junk food to feed a small army and the kittens were doing their best to eat their way through it all.


    To be fair, Lucy and I had never really ordered food with a full wallet before. We just kept adding more and more things to the order, half spurred on by our own hunger (I couldnt remember the last time Id actually eaten) and half by the heady feeling of being rich enough to ignore the checkout price at the bottom.


    Yall behave, I said over the noise of so many brats and one dog gathered in one room. My cat mecha were lounging here and there, watching over the kittens or being used as mobile benches to sit on.


    I got some affirmatives, but the kittens seemed too busy to give much of a shit.


    Shaking my head, I ran past them and to the front lobby area. Gomorrah and Franny were waiting on the other side. I was relieved to see that they were in somewhat more casual clothes. I opened the door and grinned at the pair of them. Hey! Welcome to the Cat Castle! Come on in!


    Gomorrah rolled her eyes, which was nice, I didnt often get to see her unmasked face, then she gestured Franny in ahead of her. Hello... Cat?


    Yeah?


    Franny chuckled. I think shes trying to figure out if she should call you Cat or... whatever your real name is, Franny said. You know, is this business or fun?


    My real names Catherine, so Cat works either way. No one calls me Catherine though, thats like two syllables too many. I shut the door behind them, leaving the colder air outside. So, will it be Gomorrah tonight, or Delilah.


    Delilah, please, Gom... Delilah said.


    I nodded as I looked the two up and down. Franny was in skinny jeans and a band shirt for a group I didnt recognize. Her hair was up in a big red ponytail and she had a grungy army-surplus sort of coat on. Very casual-punk looking.


    Delilah on the other hand was done up in a black dress that stopped just below the knees and that had a lace-covered cut-out on the front. Black heels, dark makeup, some eyeliner. I didnt know you were into the goth look, I said. I was feeling a little underdressed, maybe. Clean sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt were maybe too casual.


    She isnt, Franny replied. She just doesnt know how to dress herself if its not in a habit.


    I nodded to her as I went around the other side and sat across from the girls. Lucy, it seemed, was keen on playing matchmaker some more. At least she seemed to be a bit subtle about it. It could all be excused away, and it wasnt like getting the two to sit close together was starting anything.


    Grabbing a plastic plate, I started adding junk to it, which seemed to be the signal for the others to do the same. Delilah was the only one showing any sort of restraint. The rest of us were more like a pack of rabid animals tossed into an over-full dumpster.


    Oh, sweet potato fries! Franny cheered as she grabbed a fistfull, opened a burger, and smushed them in.


    Delilah watched the rather disgusting display, but she just smiled fondly.


    I glanced at Lucy. Shed seen it too, and we shared a nod.


    So, Franny, Lucy said as she chewed on a ketchup-dipped fry. Youre from the same church thing as Delilah, right? Is it, like, a fancy orphanage?


    Huh? Oh, yeah, and no, its not an orphanage. Its more of a boarding school, I guess. You stay there for like, nine months of the year, with a few vacations and breaks here and there. The rest of the time you spend with your family.


    Lucy nodded. Thats neat! Are your groups big? Or was it just like, the two of you?


    Were... thirty-ish in our year-group, Franny said. She glanced at Delilah for confirmation. Delilah and I have been together for a while though.


    Wait, Lucy said. I thought you two were just friends... oh, did you break up? Im sorry. Didnt mean to stick my foot in my mouth.


    Break? Uh, no, no, its not like that, Franny said. She laughed, but it sounded forced.


    So, its more of an open relationship kind of thing? Lucy asked.


    No, were not gay, Franny said.


    She couldnt have convinced a kid that candy was good for them with that tone.


    Delilah, next to her, shot me a glare that bounced right off the ablative layer made from my willingness to start shit.


    So, how long have you two known each other? Franny asked. She took a bite out of her burger after firing her question off. It didnt disguise the bit of red on her cheeks.


    I smiled and leaned over to Lucy who turned my way. We kissed, just a quick, chaste thing that still left me licking my lips to taste the saltiness of what shed been eating.


    Delilah and Franny had both stopped mid-bite to stare, and both resumed eating with the same start when they noticed we were done. Oh, its been, uh, a while? Lucy asked. Do you mean when we started dating, or when we first met?


    Uh, Franny said.


    The poor girl, shed gotten Lucys attention. At this point Lucy wouldnt let go until the two were happily married. She was like a pitbull with a box full of tacos in her mouth.


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