[ WP ] Death is looking for you , but you try to convince Death that you are not the person Death is searching for .

“ Yeeww ’ re even thinner than I imagined, ” I said to the shadow seated in the mostly-missing passenger seat. I was drunk, but I wasn ’ t blind. Even with blood-clouded eyes and a massive headache I could make out the dark figure. 
 
 “ I haven ’ t eaten in quite some time, ” Death replied, her voice soft. 
 
 “ I do like your *hiccup* dress, I ’ ll admit, ” I told her, although just looking at her felt like falling into dark infinity. 
 
 She tipped her hooded-head towards me in agreement and replied, “ Black is such a flattering color. Excellent for funerals. ” Her accent was definitely British. Somehow I knew it would be. 
 
 “ Well see! I ’ m not prop-op-erly attired at all, ” I slurred. 
 
 “ You know it ’ s time, Alice. ” 
 
 “ Ohh! Yeww ’ re lookin' for Aaalice? Not my name… I ’ d show you my driver ’ s license *hiccup* but I haven ’ t got it on me… ” 
 
 Her face was shrouded, but I could feel her smile. 
 
 I continued, “ Describe this woman you ’ re *hiccup* lookin ’ for. ” 
 
 Death studied me for a moment and began, “ She ’ s got bloody, matted red hair… Pale, pale skin… green eyes— “ 
 
 “ Two arms, two legs, kinda attractive, yada yada. Could be ANNYYONE! See, that ’ s my *hiccup* point. ” 
 
 “ Who are you then? ” Death asked. 
 
 “ Drunk, ” I answered, “ OH! *Who* am I. Right. Ali—Alicia. Which is probably why you ’ re here, eaaasyy name mix-up. No hard feelings! I ’ m sure it happens aalll the time in your line of work. ” I moved to pat Death on the shoulder, but found that my own shoulder wasn ’ t working. 
 
 “ Come now, Alice. Let ’ s get you one of these sexy black dresses. ” 
 
 Death reached for me and the world dissolved into brilliant light. 
 
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