Will I be getting a lollipop for writing in this?

[terry_cassidy]

A journal. Of all the things I could be doing with me time. (Shut up, Wade. I know ye have a few hundred suggestions.) I suppose 'tis better than always having to find a meeting when I'm longing to have a wee jar or three

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[wadewilson]

That hits him a bit... weirdly.

"It'd probably also would've meant you'd be much less driven to drink in the first place. It would've meant you'd be nice and cozy in the Land of X-Geekia and wouldn't have to have gotten a case of the worries for a down-on-his-luck slob that never ceases to disappoint."

[wadewilson]

"Oooh, do you still fit in the uniform?"

[terry_cassidy]

"Don't be daft. O'course I don't. Can ye think o'summat besides ridin' me for once?"

[wadewilson]

"Now that you've actually said the phrase 'ridin' me,' probably not."

A wistful sigh.

[terry_cassidy]

She gives him a disgusted look. "Is that what redemption means to ye? Getting to have sex with me?"

[wadewilson]

"No, but it'd be one hell of a perk."

[terry_cassidy]

"What does it mean, then? What are ye wanting, Wade?"

[wadewilson]

His head leans back on her pillow, and his eyes roll up in his head. Usually, when they have these battles where she wants to be a heavy downer and he doesn't, he can get her to crack a smile. Looks like the hooch-monster coming out's changed the dynamic.

Fine.

"Obviously, I've failed at being the Good Humor Man today. Let's go back to where I so rudely interrupted you. You're walking through the valley of the shadow of death... livin' in a gangsta's paradise... go ahead, I'll be good this time."

Pointedly not answering her question.

[terry_cassidy]

"No." Her expression is mulish. "I'll have an answer to my question, please."