Viv: *wakes up on the concrete floor of the Sporking Room. Her left arm -an in-built plasma canon - begins to wirr as she bolted upright, gasping* What the bloody hell was that? *
Kitty: *drenched in tequilla, snoring on top of Wesker's chest*
Wesker: *groans and shoves her off* Filthy swine.
Kitty: *clutches either side of her head* Uuugh. What happened?
Wesker: *flips open a phone-like device and begins scrolling through* It would appear you swung by Valentine's neck of the woods *his eyes linger on Viv*
Kitty: Which one? *rubbing her eyes, smearing her face with radioactive soot*
Viv: You know Nick? *her firearm readjusts to form metallic digits, her right eye glowing blue*
Kitty: Not intimately... Not yet anyway...
Viv: *smirks* Yeah, well good luck with that one. His pump goes on the fritz if I so much as give him a tune-up.
Kitty: That really is adorable. Now! *points at Wesker* Make us ladies a drink.
Wesker: I am not your maid!
Viv: *her eyes linger on his latex pants*
Kitty: *suggestive look at him as she sparks up a joint*
Wesker: *rolls his eyes, teeth grinding* This is not what I had in mind.
Kitty: *jabs a claw at him* I am aware. But we're here. Again. So let's do this.
Wesker: *glances around, confused* With what? Your "top agent" destroyed the computer.
Kitty: *clicks her fingers, and a fresh one forms out of thin air*
Viv: *her eyes widen* Huh. I need to lay off the wacky baccy.
Kitty: *takes a long drag then hands it to her* Nah. You're gunna need it to get through this.
Wesker: *picks up his discarded hip flask, pressing it to his lips. Only a tiny trickle was left. Scowls at Kitty*
Kitty: *rolls her eyes* Fiiine! Since I'm feeling generous *fingerguns in the direction of the flask - it's suddenly full* Drink up. Oh, and one other thing. *offers her hand to Viv* Folks call me Kitty. That's Bravo.
Wesker: *ignores her* Albert F. Wesker.
Viv: *shakes her hand, flashing her cybernetics* Starling. *nods towards Wesker* What's the F stand for?
Kitty: Ssh, ssh. Don't ask.
Wesker: We left off after he took the skates off. A fact more pressing than the murdered students.
Kitty: Yeah. It really lessens the impact of the scene when the protagonist provokes about as much empathy as a baby xenomorph.
Viv: *slow blinks as she reads the next line*
I had no time to focus on what was happening, I had no time to consider anything but Abbi's safety.
Kitty: *growls and summons a glass of whiskey, takes a slug*
Viv: That's cold.
Kitty: It's also creepy and obsessive. Not cute, Gerg.
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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...
