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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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Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

And deny you the ultimate pleasure in life?

[Puff! And he puts that cigarette out.]

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

[.. Just as Faye lights another.]

If by ultimate pleasure you mean beating your face in...

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

And you'd only consider it because I can't die from your bullshit.

[Ordering another drink, for himself thanks.]

You're lucky I can't leave you even if I wanted to.

[A tap to his own head, gesturing nightmarespace.]

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

If you ever haunt my dreams, I swear to god I'll murder you.

[Clearly exasperated, though she wouldn't mind really.]

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You pay your debt to society your way and I'll pay my debt my way.

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

Your debt doesn't include me. I've got my own debts, thanks.

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Is that why you hide out here?

[Waggling his drink before sipping.]

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

[Taking a good, long drink of hers before replying.]

No, I hide out here because I like you so much.

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Spurutfztt. He almost chokes. Good thing Cori has three gullets.]

Not in public.

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

[Faye laughs.]

It's not like I'm about to fucking kiss you or something.

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Please don't.

[Hand wave. Oh, now it's time to put Blue's dare to the test.]

But you're all right. For a girl.

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

I'd rather puke.

[Faye makes a face.]

A girl?

[Because people never call her that to her face.]

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Waving his hand up and down, head to toe.]

That's what you are.

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

What, have you been paying attention?

[Joking, really]

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I'm still stuck on figuring out the lady part.

[Joking too, if that'll save him.]

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

What do you want me to do, prove it to you?

[If he says yes, she's going to punch him.]

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Cori lives in the danger zone. He puts his drink down and leans over.]

Prove it.

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

[Faye punches him. Right in the shoulder. Hard.]

Dick.

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Fuck.

[He's pale, he bruises colorfully, but he also heals faster than the average bear.]

Balls of fucking steel, that shit.

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

I didn't need to get that picture in my mind.

[She could punch him again, but she's more interested in not!laughing and her drink.]

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Get used to having it.

[The image he means, while rubbing the spot a bit.]

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

When I'm on my death bed, that'll probably be the last thing I think about.

[She looks over at him.]

You're fine, you big baby.