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“Hey, Olive.”

Lauren lazed back on the recliner, nursing a glass of liquid amber. She could not have looked more different than the other girl. Olive was a sweet-looking kind of pretty, the sort of girl that your parents would want you to bring home for dinner. Lauren was pretty, too, but in a dangerous kind of way - like she’d eat you alive and spit you out when she was bored with you. 

“Do you realise how fucking ridiculous this whole thing is?”

She sipped from her glass.

“You draw stuff for a living, I’m a rock star, we’ve known each other since we were kids, and we hunt monsters. With magic swords.”

She looked incredulously at the girl, craning her head around the back of the couch.

“It’s like we’re in a fucking comic book, or something.”

_{“Ridiculous, but in a good way.” Olive agreed, throwing a glance at the other woman, a large smile on her face. She had to admit, they were pretty cool – anyone with a magic sword was cool. Nevertheless, what they did was dangerous ; killing monsters of every kind, from vampires to evil spirits… everything people dismissed as just fairy tales. At Lauren’s words, she nodded enthusiastically, a small laugh escaping her lips. “A really cool and totally gory comic book. The magic swords are my favorite part, to be honest. I should draw it in my next piece.” She reached over and gently shoves Lauren’s shoulder. “We could make money off of this, you know. Make this a ghostbuster’s kinda thing.”}