Visions of Blue

11. 'An Episode.'

Deneo splashes some soapy water on her face, cooling off her heated cheeks. She then peers into the room not sure if she ever wants to see Lucky again. 

"I'm still here," he coos, with his back towards her, standing by the dressing table. Bummed thinking he must have heard the door creak, she walks out of her hiding place, now doubly embarrassed. 

"You can have a seat," Deneo expresses as she takes a seat on the bed herself, brushing down the corner of the bed closest to Lucky. 

"I'm alright standing thanks," is his unnerving response. 

Did I overstep the mark? But surely he can't stay standing the whole time. That would be, well, bizarre.

"I'm not staying," Lucky then conveys surprising Deneo. A thought that he might hate being in her presence fleets by. Were it true, this would be hard to stomach so she decides to ignore any ideas linked to this fear asking, "So what are your plans for the day?"

"We're working from our suite. Nara just needed time to shower," Lucky declares, adding "she should be done any minute now."

"Oh," Deneo vocalizes.

Of course, there's more space there!

"How did you sleep? Have you had breakfast yet?" Lucky asks one after the other.

"They never let me sleep," Deneo releases with exhaustion.

"Who? The two men you always hallucinate?"

"You can say it: Jesus and God."

"Well dear, I doubt I'm as gullible as you."

"Gullible? Well that's pretty vicious."

"Because I speak the truth?"

"Fine. I'll play along. Let's say-"

"Play along?" Lucky interrupts.

"Okay. Bear with me here. Let's say you're right... Where is Jesus and God right now if they're not here with me?"

"How am I supposed to know!" Blurts Lucky. "Maybe in the tenth-dimension eating from the Tree of Life. The possibilities!" 

"Deneo gives a hearty laugh getting the Song of Solomon innuendo. But she does not remain mirthful, thinking of her numerous desperate pleas for help addressed at God through Christ's blameless name. 

"Blameless," she scoffs under her breath, before meeting with a pair of blue eyes: absorbed, confused. Hit with a pang of depression Deneo relates, "I've begged for help. For months. Even years. It was two years in March."

"I'm sorry," Lucky voices, to which Deneo replies "Don't. How are you at fault?"

"Well, the fruit joke was unbecoming. I know you say Christ and God are sexually active, so I thought it would be funny, I guess..."

"It was funny, Lucky. Never mind it. But anyway, one would think, if you have all the time in the world, and you work faster than the speed of light, could you not put away the fruit for just one h*rny second and help a disciple out of Hell?" 

Suppressing the giggles Lucky says, "Perhaps it's a test then?"

"A test to what, to see if I'll believe in The Antichrist?" Deneo asks, paranoia cloaking her words.

"You've failed then, haven't you?" Lucky says with a smirk.

"Lucky stop!" Deneo moans suppressing a laugh. "I wish you weren't making so much sense," she adds, her desire to laugh dissipating.