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Who: two donks

talkingtrouble and

wickhead
When: one lonely night

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From:

talkingtrouble

Aren't you though?

[she's not as fast as he is to take a big ol' drought from the glass, but you know.
not because he told her not to!!]

From:

wickhead

Have you met me?

[ He scoffs, shaking his head as he takes another drink. ]

You can get your hands on booze just as easily as I can. It's not like we're worried about paying for it.

From:

talkingtrouble

[idly swirling her glass--]

We all have regrets. I could, but I'm on a break right now.

From:

wickhead

A break.

[ He eyes her for a moment. ]

Don't tell me you're going to swing around to the other side. Redemption arcs are so overdone.

From:

talkingtrouble

As IF! You're kidding yourself if you think so.

[a wave of her hand]

I mean a lunch break. A dinner break. Does jumping to conclusions count as a calorie burning method?

From:

wickhead

You would be shocked at how many times I see it happen. "I can't keep doing this," or "How am I supposed to live with myself," blah blah blah.

[ He rolls his eyes, refilling his cup even though it wasn't quite empty just yet. ]

It would be funny, if it wasn't so pathetic.

From:

talkingtrouble

Someone sounds bitter-- like you miss your senpai or something~ Most Rockets die, as far as I know.

[a hum]

No, it's just sad.

From:

wickhead

Annoyed, is more like it. Getting new blood is a hassle. You want bitter, I could point you to a guy who's the textbook definition. He's very melodramatic, I'm sure you'd get along.

[ Except for the whole "hey how about we murder and/or enslave all humans" part, but. ]

From:

talkingtrouble

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

From:

wickhead

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 ]

From:

talkingtrouble

[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.

From:

wickhead

[ 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.

From:

talkingtrouble

[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.

From:

wickhead

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 ]

From:

talkingtrouble

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.

From:

wickhead

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.

From:

talkingtrouble

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

From:

wickhead

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.

From:

talkingtrouble

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.

From:

wickhead

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.