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[teetheyes]

I'm restless. I'm tired.

That's a contradiction if you couldn't tell.

I need to get this fucking song out of my head: I'm a dinosaur, somebody's digging my bones.

I'm not old, yet.

It's quiet for the start of October.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

What's the occasion.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

Being veterans.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

If I'm buying I'm picking the place.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

Just don't take me to a shithole.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Why would I do that? You're already in one.

Coliseum.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

I'm nowhere near your apartment.

Deal.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

My apartment is fantastic.

Okay.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

A fantastic shithole.

Meet you there in twenty.

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[He's sitting at the bar, smoking his second cigarette.]

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

[She enters, smoking her third. Topped, Cori.]

Hey there. [slides into the seat next to him.] Where's my drink?

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Skank. He slides a shot glass to her side. What's in it, who knows. But Faye should be the guinea pig.]

Here.

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

[Slut. She sniffs it. It's completely rank.]

What the hell is in this?

[She takes it anyway.]

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[He has to wait while she's taking it to tell her.]

A hot shot.

[Vodka, peppermint schnapps, and tabasco sauce.]

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

[She's about to spit it out, but she just glares at him and swallows.]

Tastes like chocolate. Asshole.

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[BIG GRIN. Smooooooke.]

You loved it.

[Putting that cig out for another.]

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

[Stealing that freshly lit cigarette of his, Faye orders a vodka and cranberry when the bar tender goes by.]

I can't feel the roof of my mouth.

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Just about to smoke it but there's nothing there. He gives Faye a suspicious look then lights another, keeping it far from her. Smoke.]

Never stopped you from talking. How are you?

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

[She'd take that one, too, just to be a pain in the ass, but, hey, she's content. Smoke smoke.]

Bored. There's nothing going on in this place that hasn't gone on in the past two years. And I think people keep getting dumber. And I'm sick to death of this stupid dog.

[Glance over.] How are you?

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You still have the dog? I thought it would've croaked by now.

[Smoke through the eyeteeth.]

Waiting for the hurricane. It is quiet.

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

I'm surprised it hasn't. Despite my best efforts.

[Crushing her own into the tray and starting on her drink.]

It's been quiet, but I hope that doesn't mean a fucking hurricane is coming. Or the end of the world.

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You're not trying hard enough. I think you even have a soft spot for the mutt.

[Tapping ash.]

There's no such thing.

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

I do not have a spot.

[Glare.]

After two years in this place, I'm starting to believe it.

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Cigarette pointing at Faye.]

Yes you do.

You can count on the end of your life, but the world'll keep moving without you. That's the part people really don't like.

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

I've met plenty of people who didn't give a rat's ass whether or not the world kept moving without them.

[Glare at that cigarette.]

Here and at home. People don't care when they've got it in their head to die.

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Well you come from a world where people actually die don't you? It puts a different spin on things.