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13 Griffin Way, Saturday night

Aug 25, 2007 22:17

Squall slammed the door shut behind him angrily. Today's adventure had been great. They'd gotten rid of the bitch queen. Yay.

And two Curagas later, he was still bleeding. What kind of spell had that woman usedNot to mention the fact that his jacket was torn to shreds ( Read more... )

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tinkerbitch August 26 2007, 02:38:08 UTC

There was absolutely no need for him to use that tone.

Tink had had a rather hard day, you know. She had stayed up all night drinking the last of his tequila, and had a terrible hangover, and if he insisted on yelling like that, she was going to rust his gunblade and turn the bathroom into a swamp.

whatever_sucks August 26 2007, 02:45:50 UTC

"Whatever," Squall said, throwing his hands up in the air. He grabbed a bottle of bourbon instead and poured some down his throat. "So why was YOUR day so awful?"

tinkerbitch August 26 2007, 02:51:19 UTC

Tink held out her hands. Did he see the terrible state of her nails? Did he understand that she was miles from home and all alone and she wasted years of her life and did she look fat in this dress? Be honest. And she had way too much of his tequila and by the way his tequila sucked, he needed to buy a better kind and what was wrong with him, anyway?

whatever_sucks August 26 2007, 03:07:59 UTC

Squall blinked at her. And took another swig of bourbon. And blinked some more.

"Had you noticed," he asked, "that I'M BLEEDING?"

tinkerbitch August 26 2007, 03:09:47 UTC

Tink scrunched her nose up. Ew. And gestured emphatically. Had he noticed that he was bleeding on the carpeting!?

whatever_sucks August 26 2007, 03:16:10 UTC

Squall rolled his eyes and shrugged. "It's MY carpet."

He stomped off to get a clean bedsheet, cut it into strips, and then began the process of peeling off the blood-soaked shreds of his jacket and shirt.

And, with a glare at Tink, tossing them on the floor.

tinkerbitch August 26 2007, 03:24:33 UTC

Tink sighed. The things she put up with, really.

She waved her wand a few times at his jacket and shirt.

They were now sitting on the floor, intact, clean, and folded neatly. Even smelling of fresh laundry.

She buffed her nails. See? She could be nice.

whatever_sucks August 26 2007, 03:31:05 UTC

Squall blinked at the jacket and shirt. "I'm keeping you," he said. Best. Roommate. Ever. Except for the part where he hated her.

Then he started soaking the strips of bedsheet in bourbon and binding them over his wounds. The sucky part of the day wasn't over yet.

tinkerbitch August 26 2007, 03:37:46 UTC

Tink bowed. She did try. Okay, so, what was up with all the bleeding, anyway?

And he never said if she looked fat in this dress. Did she? It did awful things to her hips. Could he tell?

whatever_sucks August 26 2007, 03:50:33 UTC

He rolled his eyes at her posturing. "Yes, you're very sexy, I'm well aware of that." But she seemed to pretending she was genuinely concerned about him, and that deserved some sort of explanation. "I'll be fine," he muttered. "We got rid of Umbridge."

tinkerbitch August 26 2007, 03:54:32 UTC

Tink shrugged. She didn't know this town had an umbridge, nor did she care much. But he thought she was sexy. That was nice to hear.

whatever_sucks August 26 2007, 04:02:39 UTC

Squall took a swig from his bottle, and grabbed a few more from the liquor cabinet. "Umbridge sucked," he offered by way of explanation.

tinkerbitch August 26 2007, 08:44:55 UTC

Tink jingled. She believed him. Lots of human-people sucked. They seemed to be good at it. At least he was bleeding less now, right?

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