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[talkingtrouble]

Who: two donks talkingtrouble and wickhead
When: one lonely night

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[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.

[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.

[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.

[talkingtrouble]

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

[wickhead]

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

[talkingtrouble]

Well, it's a living! Whatever.

[takes a drink just so she can stew]

[wickhead]

And business is booming.

[ Ssssssip. ]

Pun absolutely intended.

[talkingtrouble]

[narrows her eyes]

You could almost say its like the fourth of July.

[wickhead]

[ He just gets... smugger ]

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

[talkingtrouble]

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

[wickhead]

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

[talkingtrouble]

Progress-- just like you said.

[wickhead]

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.

[talkingtrouble]

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

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

[wickhead]

Respectable? Well, no wonder he shot you down.

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

[talkingtrouble]

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]

[wickhead]

What, do you think you'll retire to a nice quiet peaceful life one day? Raise a litter? Grow old in a rocking chair on the porch of some quaint little estate?

You'd be bored to tears.

[talkingtrouble]

[Jessie's quiet for a moment because, for one moment, once, she thought that wouldn't be so bad.]

Don't you dare patronize me-- I know myself better than you ever will. My destiny is my own, not controlled by some fantasy.

[wickhead]

And what do you think that might be, exactly? Your "destiny". I shudder to even use the word, but I'll humor it for now.

[talkingtrouble]

To bring honor and glory to the name of Team Rocket....and to make the boss look us in the eyes and say thank you for being amazing!

...I want to be Kalos queen some day.

[wickhead]

You don't think those things might be a little at odds with one another? Being a glorified criminal and being a glorified star? Worlds are gonna collide and it won't be pretty.

[talkingtrouble]

We are called Team Rocket for a reason. We reach for the stars and grasp them in our hands.

[wickhead]

Didn't you just tell me before that most of your Rocket buddies seem to die? Not doing so great on the grasping front.

[talkingtrouble]

That's right, they had a fleeting glimpse of glory....but mine'll be a living glory, one I get to bask in! I'll be better than them!

[wickhead]

If you want the spotlight, far be it from me to stop you! Hell, makes my job a lot easier if you're grandstanding out there.