obiwanging | (no subject)

Again, are you sure you aren't referring to yourself? You fit the bill.

You're a riot.

[ Another sip, another sigh, before he lifts his head to look around the room. ]

Don't suppose you have music? The atmosphere is so stale.

[ charming, that roman torchwick ]

[witchdick is so charming, yes. a gentleman.

with a gentle roll of her eyes, Jessie saunters over to a stereo that's nearby, hits a button. soft jazz pours out]

Just for you.

[ There's a short little hum, a pleased sort of sound. Color him pleasantly surprised. ]

What do you know, you do have taste! I'm actually a little impressed.

[her mouth puckers into a tiny pout, but she'll hide it with the edge of her glass.]

I always have taste-- you should know it just by looking at me. Clearly you're blind.

Appearances are so often deceiving, my dear. I maintain healthy skepticism at all times. It's good for the soul.

[ He lifts his cup for a sip - pauses, first. ]

Go on, make some quip about my soul or lack thereof, I set myself up for it.

[ And NOW he'll sip ]

I maintain a healthy skepticism. You go overboard to the point of pessimism.

No, I'm sure you have one. Way, way, way deep, deeper than the Earth's core. Way down there.

Even when I expect nothing I'm still constantly disappointed. If anything, I'm not pessimistic enough.

Ditched the thing years ago, it was bad for business.

Nah, yours is still around. Only a guy who brags about it says so.

Sure, believe what you want. Far be it from me to tell you what to think.

[ A visible roll of his eyes. ]

Just don't put yourself in a situation where it matters. You won't like the results.

Don't you always, though.

[a snort, and its very ugly]

I won't fall in love with you, don't worry. I'd rather have a Poison Sting jabbed directly into the beds of my nails.

I was going for more of a "don't count on me to pull your ass out of the fire" type of deal, but once again your ability to dial things up to 11 is without compare.

Seeing as your own ass probably would be on fire, I wouldn't even dream of it, that's how dramatic you are.

One of us mentioned "blasting off" on a regular basis. It wasn't me. Just saying.

Well, it's a living! Whatever.

[takes a drink just so she can stew]

And business is booming.

[ Ssssssip. ]

Pun absolutely intended.

[narrows her eyes]

You could almost say its like the fourth of July.

[ He just gets... smugger ]

I don't think that's what people mean when they say you're a real firecracker.

That's exactly what they mean! They also admit that I'm a true stunning beauty.

A true stunning something, that much I'll concede.

Progress-- just like you said.

Yeah, yeah.

[ Yet another sip. Whateva whateva he isn't going to NOT drink ]

So! Tell me about this schmuck you thought you had a chance with.

[she takes a very dignified, ginormous gulp from her glass]

Just some guy....pretty handsome...a respectable job. Good hair.

Edited 2017-12-05 02:43 (UTC)

Respectable? Well, no wonder he shot you down.

[ why the fuck did you let this man in your house jessie ]

Just because I want someone nice doesn't mean-- oh fuck off. You don't know anything about the matter, that's all.

[she's wondering this about now]