[tessera]
[ voice post ]
I haven't had a bad trip like that since before 1868. Come to think of it, it's been hard to have a good trip since 1868. Drug dealers charge a fucking arm and a leg these days. They act like such primadonnas. 'Do you know how hard this job is?' Tell it to Mother fucking Teresa, do you honestly think anybody cares about your welfare? Humans sprang from apes, but let me tell you, living in New York has convinced me that some of them haven't sprang far enough.
I mean, do any of you honestly think anybody cares about your welfare? Or your pathetically uncreative little dreams? Do us all a favor and keep your dreams to yourself the next time.
[ a pause. ]
Except you. With the ass. You can share yours with me if they involve my tongue in your--
[ there's a sound of very feminine disgust, and then the sharp slap of flesh on flesh. ]
YOU KNOW, THAT WOULD HAVE ACTUALLY HURT IF MY FACE WASN'T NUMB.
Bitch.
[ooc: he didn't have a good time over the last curse, and is especially moping because just prior to it he was certain he was immune to them. and then there were dead nikos and dead cals and other trauma. he's currently sitting in Lux so drunk he probably kills small birds with his breath. voice or action for anyone at the Lux!]