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[ntrlbrnkiller]

Alright, Elle. I'll give you a cup of fuckin' sugar, you give me one, we try not to punch each other in the face. Deal?

What? No. I don't wanna say anything about this.

My dad was a fucking nothing and a nobody who thought he was real tough shit when he came home and beat up on a five year old. Look at me, guys, I can knock my son out, the old fucker

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[venomouselle]

Tit for tat.

[venomouselle]

[She steals a glance at the cup.]

What did you do? Shit in it?

[Not that it is exactly what it looks like. But it sure doesn't look like nice sugar. Not that she gave him the same luxury. Those ants in there seemed pretty cozy.]

[ntrlbrnkiller]

No, but it might've fallen in the sink.

[He's clueless about the ants.]

[venomouselle]

[Fire ants really. They like the sweet stuff. Boy they won't be happy later.]

Or toilet.

[Now about those cigarettes.]

Are you going to stick around?

[Because she hates the sight of you, Mickey. And chances are, if this minimal conversation keeps going there will be an exchange of parental issues.]

[ntrlbrnkiller]

Do I really want to?

[No, no he does not.]

I'm gonna buy my damn beer and leave.

[venomouselle]

[Does he have to get it here? Elle sourly steps away to the counter to get a carton of Red Apples. She calls over her shoulder.]

Now that that shit is over with I get get on to what is important. Everything that doesn't involve you.

[ntrlbrnkiller]

[He'd rather walk somewhere else, but that'd be letting her win. He buys his beer.]

Yeah, great. I'll get to not being around you, too.

[venomouselle]

[That man behind the counter must be crazy. Or at least incredibly immune to acidic stares. He's still taking his slow pace at ringing up that one carton of cigarettes.]

Almost seems like you've got some kind of secret want for me to just... take matters into my own hands.

[ntrlbrnkiller]

As long as your own hands are far away from me, I really don't give a damn.

[venomouselle]

[She turns around to face him again. And already she is opening her prize.]

Sure.

[The smile that she gives him is almost sweet. That's because she's thinking about those ants in that bag finding him by surprise.]

I never wanted to be anything like my parents. Ever.

[ntrlbrnkiller]

[Oh shit, the parents topic again.]

I ran away from my parents at age fourteen. Well, the one remaining parent. I hope she choked on her fucking cigarettes.

[venomouselle]

[Smoke, smoke now! Ah, the cigarette cushions that blow. Somewhat.]

I didn't need to. It was hard enough to get undivided attention.