[voice]

[recovery_two]

The party was...interesting. Texas, seek counseling. O, you're not that terrible a dancer.

Myles, I already said so once, but I might as well thank you again for the job. I'll work hard for you.

[a brief pause, then a laugh]

Washington is gone, and therefore today is a very, very good day.

Comments

[Voice]

[dears_zero]

Funny?

[Voice]

[recovery_two]

Not really. It just makes me happy.

[Voice]

[dears_zero]

You are happy? Is your Master nice?

[Voice]

[recovery_two]

I don't have a master.

[ooc: I drew this and felt I should show it to you because it's your fault. XD]

Strike = Thought

[texed]

Oh great. I'm stuck with you now am I?

At least I have York to keep the last bit of sanity I have.

I don't need counseling.

[recovery_two]

Yeah, you are. I don't like it any more than you do.

Right. Because shoving a gun in somebody else's face in the middle of a party is a totally healthy and acceptable thing to do. What was I thinking?