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[blonderazorshiv]

That was some party last week, wasn't it?

[ The speaker is male, likely the man with his back to the camera. It's hard to tell what exactly he's doing, though there appears to be someone sitting in front of him. ]

'course, we've had an interesting few days since then, haven't we?

[ He pulls away, and look, it's Mr. Blonde. The person seated in

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[valentineluke]

(Filtered to whoever this guy is/viewable to Honey Carla - only she can see the strikeout)

How is it your eyes are still intact?

[blonderazorshiv]

[ His eyes? The hell? ]

No one's cut 'em out yet.

[valentineluke]

She's not one for receiving nicknames.

[blonderazorshiv]

Depends on who you're talkin' about.

[ 'Princess' was just that -- Rosella, another attempt to make him look like a stand-up guy. Carla typically gets something like 'Pussycat' or 'crazy fucking bitch'. ]

[saidrepent]

It was a curse.

[Congratulations, Blonde, you've actually gotten him to raise his voice.]

[blonderazorshiv]

Sure. You'll excuse me if I don't believe that, considering how you want to prove how big a man you are the rest of the time.

Even if it was, I sure as hell didn't see anyone else beating someone to that point.

[saidrepent]

You don't know me. And I sure as hell don't go around beating the shit out of people for my own enjoyment.

[Look, he's even cursing more than he usually does. This must truly be an accomplishment.]

[blonderazorshiv]

I know enough. Swaggering over to a guy drinking alone during a party and threatening to rough him up? You've got something to prove.

[ And believe him, Raymond, you don't want to try and prove it with Mr. Blonde. ]

comm off;

[dignity_misery]

[She bats his hands away from her face, curling her feet up onto the couch to give him a dry look.]

My hero.

[blonderazorshiv]

[ He grins, settling on the couch next to her and pulling out a cigarette. ]

Maybe someone'll send you care packages filled with cookies.

[dignity_misery]

[Ooh. Someone sure knows how to talk to a lady.]

Just desserts.

[Ugh, Carla. Your sense of humor still sucks.]

[blonderazorshiv]

[ He laughs, pulling out his lighter now to light the stick between his lips. ]

Everybody wins.

[primrosella]

Miss Carla! My goodness, what happened? Was it the curse the other day? I know people were acting just awful, but--my goodness!

[blonderazorshiv]

[ He'll take that as a 'no, no one took a swing at me'. ]

She's lucky I found her when I did. He wasn't backin' off -- and he's claiming it was the curse, but that doesn't change much for me.

[primrosella]

[Not a precisely accurate assumption, but trust Rosella to be far more concerned about someone else's well-being before ever thinking to mention her own.]

That's absolutely awful! Oh, and thank goodness you managed to find her when you did--some curses are terrible like that, and sometimes they really can't be helped, but that doesn't make it any less horrible for the people caught up in it, I know. Is there anything I can do to help? I have a kit of bandages and things, and I know a very nice doctor if she needs to see one...

[blonderazorshiv]

[ Well, at least he asked. Brownie points or something. ]

He claims that it was all the curse, but if he touches her again, I'm going to be talking to him all the same. I'll let her decide on the doctor, but I think I got her patched up pretty well.

[ There's a pause. ] She might appreciate more cookies, if you've got some left.

[whitetwoguns]

How's that supposed to make a lick of sense?

[blonderazorshiv]

[ Bingo. ]

Which part? [ A hand runs through his hair. Look at him, fretting over his roommate. ] That you, White? Man, this place is fucked up.

[whitetwoguns]

[Sure isn't Yahtzee.]

Well. All of it. A clock on his arm? [And Blonde of all people sticking up for a lady when well, let's just leave that be it's enough to hear his voice and see his face. It's the real McCoy.]

Last I checked, yeah.

[blonderazorshiv]

Think so. Had a bunch of numbers and it glowed. He knew who I meant, anyway.

[ In the flesh. He's even got a bit of a bruise of his own from where Raymond hit him in the face, though it's obviously healing. Dead men don't heal, do they, Mr. White? ]

You know what the hell happened? Pretty sure this place ain't the outside of that diner, but that's where I was going.