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[cobaltsoul]

This whiskey in it was cheap but effective, making it easy to see how Beau was so drunk.

The monk shook her head. "Don't wanna be anything... just numb. Best be numb alone. Outta sight, outta mind. Don't need pity anyway. I'll go be all fucked up on m'ship. No one thinks t'look f'me there." And the troll would keep everyone away if Beau wanted. "Thanks th--"

Wait. "How d'you say th'dog's name again?"

[streetsweeper]

"Pushok," Anya repeated with a tiny smile, lifting the tiny dog in her arms and giving the top of her head a rub with her cheek. "It's Russian, for, ah, 'fluffy.'"

[cobaltsoul]

Beau tried to say it. A couple times. Had she not been completely shitfaced, she might have even managed it. Giving up, she reached a hand out toward the dog.

"Hey Fluffy."

[streetsweeper]

Pushok sniffed at Beau's fingers and wagged her tail so enthusiastically that her entire backside set to wiggling. "She's very friendly," Anya assured her with a small smile, deciding they could work on Russian pronunciations some other time. "I think she likes you."

[cobaltsoul]

Unfortunately, unless Anya made a big deal about it, Beau would likely call the dog Fluffy regardless. The monk pet the dog and then picked her up so she could lay back and rest the puppy on her chest. She didn't care if she got slobbered on with dog kisses or what, but it felt nice to have something that gave unconditional love with her.

[streetsweeper]

Fortunately, neither Anya or Pushok mind--Pushok licks contentedly at Beau's chin for a bit before settling in for a nap. Anya studied them for a moment with a sad sort of smile, then sighed quietly and retrieved her book from the bedside table and sat down on the floor next to Beau's head. "You can stay as long as you like," she told her, giving Beau's hair a quick pet much the same way Beau was petting Pushok before opening her book at the place the ribbon was tucked and settling in to read in companionable silence.