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[teetheyes]

[His voice bellows from the speakers with a crisp tone.]

Is this thing on--that's better.

[The nightmare clears his throat, then whistles a melody.]

Here's a little song I wrote, you might want to sing it note for note.

Don't worry. Be happy.

In every life we have some trouble, when you worry you make it double.

Don't worry. Be happy. Don't worry, be happy now.

Woooo ooo ooo ooooh ooh ooh ooh ooo ooo ooo ooooh...

Wooh ooh ooh ooo ooo ooo ooooh...

Wooh ooh ooh ooo ooooh.

[ooc: Blame this. Cori will be singing the entire song over and over and over from a state of the art karaoke system on the roof of their apartment building. Please join in if your characters wish to battle the Dust Witch. I'm sorry Poly. ((Halted due to a wrestle by midnight!))]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Know any White Russians?

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Delicious taste.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Discriminating palate.

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Other than taste, nope.

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

I distinctly remember you asking if I wanted more song...

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Kind of... busy, at the moment.

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Oh fuck you.

Guess a radio will work. And your stash.

Fuck it all.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

The shit I do to keep an old man from getting himself killed.

How's the vodka?

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Delish. S'helping my mood. I'm sure you didn't want more anyway.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Good to know. How've you been?

[Taking a seat on the rooftop again, empty glass held to her for a shot.]

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

A bit pissy. Bored. Horny. Nothing out of the ordinary over all.

[Notices glass and scrounges for bottle of whatever, not really glancing fills it up.]

We're s'pose to kick the shit out of Bea one of these days.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Count your blessings, the witch John had a hard on for was going to sew his face shut.

[Noting she filled it with tequila. That works. He takes it down.]

Anything to relive a time before this one huh?

[He means a time before the City.]

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Aw. Ain't that just sweet. [Lazy snicker. She herself has taken to drinking right from the bottle.]

Relive? If I wanted to do that, I'd be fucking Budd and we'd all be pals. And as far as I know, that's not happening. Not on my watch. That bitch needs to be in her place here.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

She got what she deserved.

Is that what you see here? A second chance to fuck her up?

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

[Long nice drink before speaking again.]

More of an assertion of authority. She was something special back home but here we can shut her up any day of the week any time.

Besides, hell of a welcoming party. Fitting.

[Shifts her lawn chair a bit to face him.]

You ever have someone you just can't stand? Just can't tolerate for the life of you?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I can't stand a hell of a lot of people, Elle, but only a few of them ever had good reason for me to put them down.

[A smirk as he looks to her.]

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

[Taps the glass surface of the bottle with her fingernails a few times.]

What is your definition of good reason? Can ours really be so different?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I know when I've cut someone for a shit reason, whether I've been punished for it or not. It's a good question anyway.

[He averts his gaze.]

You know it's nothing more than picking up where you wish you had left off.

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Punishment. [Snort.] Like karma or some shit? I honestly believe that's a universal bias. One person's good deed is another person's sin.

[Leans closer.]

I'm not trying to chase some road not traveled.

[Irritated sigh.]

...You're killing my buzz, Cori.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Exiled, unmade, you name it.

Sorry, sometimes that whole job aspect just slips right in.

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Cast out of the garden? That sort of divine punishment? I lost a fucking eye or two.

Yeah. If you could not do that, at least right now. Heh. You and John are a pair.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Yeah you did, I've never had my own. Some kind of price isn't it.

[A tip of his shades.]

A pair of what?