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"The best thing about virtual parties is the lack of hangovers." Darsi wore comfortable grey sweatpants and one of Dex's t-shirts. Her blond hair hung in her eyes while her warm breath tickled his ear.

Dex hadn't experienced drinking before; after mentioning it to the bottomless pit that was Pon, the Texan decided to give him a crash course in surviving virtual booze. "Those two are pretty cool. The Nix from the single-player game was nothing like that guy."

Darsi had one leg slung over Dex's hip while she snuggled against his back. "No doubt. Want to order some breakfast?"

Dex nodded; there was nothing to do until H & F contacted them. The job wouldn't be possible unless Armageddon was in play. "I could eat."

Darsi released her partner and rolled lazily onto an oversized pillow that she had tossed to one side. "They won't pick up the seeds Mongoose planted?"