The old familiar nickname conjured up more memories that Frederick embraced this time, rather than ran away from or coped up in some dusty, oft-forgotten part of his mind.  He chuckled goodnaturedly at her jib and leaned in close, their embrace maintained.<br/><br/>"Just as well as you apparently.  Still got cobwebs up there, Mega-Bitch?"<br/><br/>The childhood movie had been something they had first chatted about when they had been introduced to each other at some old college buddy' kegger.  He had been called "Drop Dead Fred" by a vengeful ex-girlfriend who had used it in jest with his "drop dead personality" and not his physical appearance.  His friends had picked it up and over time, it seemed like the entire campus was calling him it, including Vicki.  She had been christened with her own moniker after he had witnessed her exploding at one of her roommates about leaving a wet towel on the floor and it soon became one of the many signs of affection the pair had once held for each other.<br/><br/>He chuckled again as he broke their embrace and retook his seat on the couch, his hands settling in his lap.<br/><br/>"It's been too long.  I had forgotten how much I hated that nickname."