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[teetheyes]

Saya, I dropped some parts off at your garage. Tell the queers working for you to curb the attitude.

Boy, you keep throwing my name around like that and you'll get a whole collection knocking at your door.

Let me guess, étouffée over turkey?

Cassidy, there's Bailey's on the second shelf. Go wire yourself a few bombs.

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[beer-over-blood.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I suppose it could be that.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

If blondes aren't your thing, there's always Faye.

[beer-over-blood.livejournal.com]

Who's she?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Off-black and violet hair, great with a gun, and a fucking cheat at gambling. You just met her.

[beer-over-blood.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a blast.

And a looker, no less.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

That's why they're friends and not girlfriends, Cassidy.

[beer-over-blood.livejournal.com]

I'm not looking for a girlfriend.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Take it easy, I'm just reaffirming my status as resident bender.

[beer-over-blood.livejournal.com]

No better man for the job, Cor!

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

They're good friends, and you need the motivation to get off your ass and check out the rest of the block.