Kitty: *eyeing up the frying pan, as she balances her spliff between her lips, testing the heft and reach of her weapon*
Nick: *lights himself a cigarette* Do you ever get bored? Of this shit?
Kitty: *shrugs* I could have worse hobbies.
Nick: Like what?
Kitty: *thinks for a moment* Cocaine?
Nick: *rolls his eyes*
Kitty: Or whatever the fuck GoGo juice Bravo is addicted to.
Wesker: *bored* You said there was violence?
Nick: *skimming the rest of the chapter* Technically, yes.
Kitty: Put it this way. I can control air, manipulating the particles down to the sub-atomic level. I can dance up a hurricane, ride a tornado like a wild stallion, and invoke the wrath of Thor with a flick of my wrist. Even I had trouble keeping up with this flurry of bullshit.
Nick: Sounds more like flatulence to me.
Wesker: *rolls his eyes at Kitty* That's probably because you have the attention span of a goldfish.
Kitty: *fiddling with the frying pan, gnawing on the wooden handle*
Wesker: Case and point.
Nick: *sighs, blowing out a long stream of smoke* So. James walks over to Jason, whom has "an idiot smile painted across his face;" James calls out to him.
"What's up second place?"
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I ignored his reference and said "I was told you groped a girl today. A girl that already asked to leave alone."
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He replied,
Wesker: [As Jason] Oh yeah! It would seem you and I have the same taste in girls, right? I mean, she seemed pretty easy, letting you snog her face off in the middle of class.
Kitty: [As Jason] You! Snot-nosed lil Cunt-rag Acne-MaGee! If she's game for that, just imagine what else she's willing to do!
"Haven't you heard? I'm a stud around here. If I want to grab someone, it's gonna happen, and they'll like it too."
Wesker: Creepy prick.
Nick: Why is it that every guy in this universe is either a drunk, a psycho, or a pervert?
Wesker: Or a brain-dead syncophant.
Kitty: *shrugs* Write what you know?
Nick: Onision is vehemently against alcohol.
Kitty: Ticks the rest of the boxes, don't it?
Wesker: Jason and his buddies are all smiling like crocs.
I looked to his grinning jock friends behind him. I knew exactly what was going on in their minds
Kitty: NO, YOU FUCKING DON'T!
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and how they were aching for me to
Wesker: [As James] Drop my pants and wiggle my pale ass at them like the yellow belly chickenshit that I am.
Nick: Prepare to eat those words, Sunshine.
Wesker: Oh please, wait whilst I polish the edge of my seat *sarcasm*
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