John: *blearily passes Kitty her joint back*
Kitty: *inhales the rest of the flaming spliff* Thirty-two pages left...
John: Three chapters...
Kitty: *sighs* At least this one is only seven pages... *eye twitches* Ow!
John: What?
Kitty: Fuckin' Bravo. Using the Mind Meld to fill my head with his branding. Gimme a second... *spawns a portal and casually tosses a live hand grenade through* Cheeky motherfucker.
John: No West? Or Valentine?
Kitty: *rubbing her face as she closes the portal, summoning a fresh one for her other guest*
Gust: *shapeshifts from his Steven Tyler form, and into his regular pimpin' attire - glances at Kitty and sighs* What d'you want?
Kitty: Cocaine!
Gust: Goddamnit. Not this shit again. Brazil does offer other drugs, y'know.
Kitty: Noted. I don't care. Feed me! Ideally with substances that have a recreational purpose!
Gust: *going over her notes - winces* Big Red probably wasn't expecting, um... The level of, uh...
John: Dick jokes?
Kitty: Pointlessness?
John: Memes?
Kitty: Exestential crisis?
Gust: Uh... *drops the notes onto her desk, running his bony fingers through her hair* I was going to say "bullshit" but honestly, he probably does expect that from you, at this point.
Kitty: Yes well, he can go sit on a railroad pike for all the fucks that I don't give.
Gust: *takes a slug from his hip flask - offers some to Hancock* Tequilla?
John: *takes a swig*
Kitty: Last chapter, we watched Gergoyle callously kill off a character just for the sake of padding out his book and angsting.
John: It was boring as fuck.
Gust: *briefly skim-reading the first page* Best brace yourself, dude. Cuz this shitshow is on the fast-track to nowhere.
John: So, basically like the rest of the book then.
Kitty: Mhmm. Buckle up.
Davis' funeral came too quickly, I couldn't imagine ever being ready to say goodbye.
Gust: [As James] Clearly, they shoulda put the entire thing on hold until my delicate constitution could handle the ordeal.
Sometimes I felt like it would be so much easier had it just been me,
Kitty: Yeah. Firstly, I wouldn't have to read more of this bollocks.
John: *sharpening his nails with his pocket knife - narrows his eyes* Lil bitch, ain't he?
Gust: You only just realized that?
John: *shrugs* The amount of good people I've seen get hurt, you'd think I could empathize.
Kitty: Yet you don't?
John: Not one bit.
Gust: Yeah... That wont change when you hear his logical reasoning.
but then I would imagine Abbi being left alone and felt even more pain.
John: Oh... Fuck off, Greg!
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Topside: Realm of the Onion
Humor"'Consumed by sadness and the fallout of a now retreating fear.' That ought to be tagline for what it's like sporking this shit." ~KittyHP [A/N true to my word.] Sporking: Stones to Abbigale. A book so bad it misspells it's title character's name. A...
