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They were finally going to do this shit.
Margo had found a bank. She'd cased the bank, like a pro. She'd checked and made damn sure there weren't any anti-Magician traps she had to worry about. (There were advantages to being locked out of her own universe. She was taking advantage of them.)
Now?
Now she and Irene just needed to work out a game plan.
She'd made cocktails, she'd ordered in take out, she'd spread the map across the table. There was nothing to do but lounge on her sofa with a martini in hand, waiting for her partner in crime to show up.
Fuck yeah.
[[ for irene, and a mad slowplay escapade based on The Magicians season 3 episode 3, 'The Losses of Magic'. TW for sexual assault references. ]]
Margo had found a bank. She'd cased the bank, like a pro. She'd checked and made damn sure there weren't any anti-Magician traps she had to worry about. (There were advantages to being locked out of her own universe. She was taking advantage of them.)
Now?
Now she and Irene just needed to work out a game plan.
She'd made cocktails, she'd ordered in take out, she'd spread the map across the table. There was nothing to do but lounge on her sofa with a martini in hand, waiting for her partner in crime to show up.
Fuck yeah.
[[ for irene, and a mad slowplay escapade based on The Magicians season 3 episode 3, 'The Losses of Magic'. TW for sexual assault references. ]]
