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Who: George, Richard, Wrath (also open to Patrick)
Where: Georgeand Patrick's apartment
When: Tuesday?
What: Meeting the new girlfriend

"Adventure Time, come on, grab your friends," George hummed, stirring the soup that Patrick was making. George's own culinary skills were limited, but he could at least stir on command. He wasn't sure that the soup would actually be done by the time Richard got here, but the apartment would smell nice, at least.

George was actually kind of excited, since usually Richard hadn't been around to meet anyone George was dating. This all felt weirdly normal, like a regular relationship instead of a Saint dating a Sin.

Downpatrick knew Richard was at the door before George did, leaping to his feet and barking happily. "Sorry, buddy," George said, reaching down to scratch his ears, "no play date with Normandy today."

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Wrath was nervous. She was meeting one of George's friends and it all seemed so normal and nothing about Wrath was normal.

She was still nursing a few injuries, but thanks to angelic intervention, she was doing okay. She could handle being up and about as long as she didn't do anything too strenuous.

When Downpatrick started to bark at the door, Wrath stuttered out, "he's going to hate me!" And then she curled up on the sofa and waited for the inevitable.

He felt a bunch better after Veterans day, mostly because Katharine had a way with that. She was a sweet girl and sometimes he felt like he was taking advantage of that, but they both agreed to the causal thing. She was still nice enough for him to hope she met someone who was worth her time.

He set his free hand in his pocket, the other one holding a bottle of wine, as he waited. He could hear the dog at the other side and half regretted not bringing Normandy.

When the door did open he smiled to George, glad to see his old friend was doing semi alright. He did worry.

"Come on, think positive," George hissed to Wrath before he opened the door. "Hey man! Oh, is that wine? Awesome! Come in, there might be soup."

Wrath eyed the guy up as he entered the apartment. Fairly attractive and buff. She could take him. Not right now, of course, but she totally could. She waved at him shyly and then wrapped her arms around herself from her spot on the sofa.

He handed George the bottle and gave him an incredulous look. "Soup

you

made?" George's skills with cooking were just above his own. Nothing to write home about.

He leaned down to pat the dog's head before smiling to the woman. He could tell when someone was tense, and she looked like he may just spook her. Still he smiled and stepped a bit closer to offer his hand. "Richard, a pleasure."

"No, duh, soup Patrick made," George said, setting the wine bottle down on the counter. "So, yeah. Richard, this is Wrath and Wrath, this is Richard, one of my best friends. I raised him, which is why he's such a weirdo."

George noogied Richard for good measure.

Wrath shook Richard's hand tentatively. Then she said, "so...nice to uhm...hi." She smiled nervously and then glanced at George to make sure she was doing okay.

He let Wrath's hand go to duck out from George's noogie and playfully punched his shoulder. "Don't do that, you ass." He ran his fingers through his hair, "and John's being an ass. I'm going to punch him again if he keeps it up. Still hasn't told Isabelle either. I'm going to unleash our mother on him soon."

He sighed and smiled at Wrath, trying to make her at ease. She was making George smile and that was enough for him.. "When you feel better you should come jousting." It was an open offer really. "Best part of my week is trying to get George to fall on his ass. And you can keep him from cheating by talking to the horses."

"Richard's brother is immortal too," George explained. "They were both king of England. They've been fighting pretty much since they could communicate with each other." He stuck out his tongue at Richard. "You're just a sore loser because I knocked you into a mud puddle."

Wrath nearly stood up to rip Richard's face off until she realised the arm punch was a friendly one. She relaxed and tried to smile at Richard until he mentioned jousting.

"Yeah!" she said excitedly. "I could joust a king, awesome!"

"Probably kick my ass too." He grinned and glanced to George, setting his hands in his pockets. "He's being an ass. I have legitimate cause to be grouchy at him. And I'm a sore loser because you cheat. And you called my horse Tony Stark."

He shook his head and sat down, at a distance because he didn't want to spook Wrath, "speaking of which I promised myself I would tell you about the time George got ass faced drunk and thought a mule was a dragon. I would not be a good friend if I didn't try and embarrass him in front of his fair lady."

"Your horse's name is Tony Stark," George called, setting the wine in the refrigerator before coming to sit down next to Wrath. "Who am I to tell him its a bad name? And hey! You're an ass-faced drunk!"

Wrath looked back and worth between Richard and George, a bit confused by their relationship. "I don't feel you guys being mad but you keep saying ass and shit," she pointed out. Conveniently forgetting how often she swore at her siblings and even George in every day conversation. "I don't get it. But I do want to hear about mule dragons."

He sighed at George's comment. "You think it's a great name because you gave it to him. No one would take me serious if they knew you know?" He smirked then, "and I have never harassed animals when I'm drunk."

He glanced to Wrath and smiled. "Just how we get along. And he is an ass. He's also the one who helped raise me, and taught me half the swear words I use on him." He gave a happy grin because he loved sharing this story. And he liked how George always let him.

"Alright, so this happened during our Crusading days. It was a bit after Acre." Not a highlight but still. "We'd gotten to a minor castle and just overtaken it. For some reason that bastard," he motioned to George," decided he should drink all the alcohol in the castle, and only share a little bit with the rest of us. And up until that point I wasn't even sure Saints

could

get drunk. So I don't see him for a good few hours, but I continue making plans. All of a sudden George here walks into the tent, swaying drunk and not able to shut up for the Grace of God."

Shaking his head he gave George a fond look, "and I'm desperately trying to juggle running two kingdoms and George is not helping. Now outside the tent we had a pack mule. For some reason it kept making noise. In the middle of this long spiel George just gets up and asks what the hell that noise is. And at this point I'm a little aggravated so I just tell him it's a dragon."

He chuckled to the memory, "Clearly a bad idea because George jumps up, does that thing where he gets all glowy and races outside while yelling something about Satan and smiting. I am speechless for a moment before I go and fetch him because the whole holy warrior of God thing may just freak the men out, not to mention him killing the poor animal wouldn't be good for anything, so I follow. I find him on his ass in a ditch a few meters before this animal just cursing at it and making it so afraid. I just kind of lost it and just laughed at him."

He shrugged before continuing. "I leave him there because I'm not going near him when he's waving his sword around like that. He wakes up the next day and comes in asking what happened. I tell him and he gets such a guilty look on his face you'd think I told him he'd kicked a puppy or something. He goes back to this mule, and the animal is now terrified of George, and soothes it before deciding the mule is now his. Calls it Winston. He gave George an exasperated look, "made us bury the thing too when it died."

"So thus the tale of Winston the dragon mule was born. It's my duty to tell people he doesn't tell about it. Especially seeing he's got like a million stories about me."

George started giving Richard the finger about halfway through the tale, and didn't stop at any point.

"The Crusades were not my most saintly time period, okay?"

Wrath was staring at the both of them, slightly open-mouthed. Then she laughed and covered her mouth. "HAH! Dragon mule. Don't tell Greed, he'll want one."

He considered it a good thing when he'd gotten Wrath to laugh. "to my knowledge they don't exist. Yet. I'm sure George is hoping really hard. Shoulda seen him when Shrek came out and they had those little half dragon half mule things. I bought him a stuffed one of those and told him his wish had come true. Revenge for him wanting to get me a lion."

Then he shifted so he was out of George's reach, "and you have saintly periods? Since when?"

"One day, I'm going to get Richard a lion," George said, slinging an arm around Wrath's shoulders. "We'll name it Richard Jr. It will be an even cooler pet than Normandy. And Greed isn't allowed to have any pets, he'll do something weird with them, I bet."

Wrath looked back and forth between Richard and George and she decided she liked this ginger king. So she decided to tell him.

"You're not shit like I thought you might be. You deserve a lion."

He threw up his hands and just gave a long sigh. "No, please don't encourage him. I have no where to put a lion, and it's a rule I don't own pets that have the potential to eat me." His tone was light and joking though.

He gave George a withering glare then, "shut up you dick. You're officially no longer allowed to name any of my pets."

"Wrath's already agreed that a lion's in your future, Richard. It's a law of the universe, now," George said solemnly. He ruined it by laughing, though, and kicked Richard gently in the leg. "Don't worry, I'll wait until they like genetically engineer tiny cat-sized lions."

Wrath wondered when they would do something like that because it sounded awesome. "Is there soup yet?" she asked, slightly rudely though she didn't mean it that way. "I'm hungry. Hey, you like soup?" she asked Richard so he didn't feel left out.

He kicked George right back, and didn't stop his glaring. "Normandy will be so confused about the tiny house lion you know. And I adopted that one lion in the zoo for you, isn't that enough? I knew I should have let then name me something else."

He nodded, "As long as George doesn't make it, I like it just fine."

"I'll go check the soup," George said. He didn't think Patrick would mind if they ate some of it. "And shut up, you know lions are in the top ten list of awesome things, that why you got that nickname in the first place."

He took an experimental sip of the soup and judged it more or less ready to be eaten. "Good to go! And yeah, I am not a chef. That's why I've never tried to cook for you, Wrath."

Wrath jumped off the sofa and trotted into the kitchen to grab some soup. "I cooked for you," she said with a grin. Then to Richard she said, "I made him Poptarts."

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