Nick: *attempting to peel his lips away from the mechanic, just before the portal closes. Turns and sighs, then lights up a cigarette*
John: *passed out in a drunken stupour*
Kitty: Yo.
Nick: *nudges John's foot off the desk, startling him awake*
John: *sits up suddenly, brandishing a pig-sticker* The fu!-- oh. It's you.
Nick: What did I miss?
John: Jerkoff flapping his big manly penis at us.
Kitty: *solemnly drinks a bottle of rum* Whilst waxing poetics about their Inner Payne.
John: And using the trauma of a school shooting to exploit a vulnerable girl into sleeping in his bed.
Kitty: [As James] *sniffing the sheets* P-precious...
Nick: Right. Got it *studies Kitty, questioningly*
Kitty: What?
Nick: *turns to Hancock* Did they...?
John: A few times. In her defense he was by all accounts, "being a dick."
Kitty: Yeah, but he is a sick lil puppy.
John: Why are you defending him?
Kitty: I'm not. It's just a fact *shrugs* Anyway, no use talking about the man when he's not here.
John: *narrows his eyes* I wouldn't call that thing a "man" - egomaniacal comic book villain? Yes.
Kitty: I imagine he is the result you get when Dick Dastardly raises David Bowie and Johnny Bravo's love child.
Nick: *trying to suppress his amusement* So last chapter dealt with the school shooting, correct?
Kitty: Yeah. And aside from it having more holes than a sieve, this next chapter is dedicated to explaining extra fluff that doesn't really impact the story whatsoever or tell us anything new.
Nick: So back to padding then.
John: *monotone* Yay.
Kitty: *slugs some more rum* Let's do this.
Lakewood High struggled at first, we all did, but as promised the school was operating once again and welcoming students back.
Nick: Apparently the school district think that it's appropriate to send students back to a place where their friends were murdered.
John: It would appear that lifelong trauma is now a part of their curriculm.
Abbi had returned home a few days prior, telling me how much crap she was going to give her dad for up and abandoning her for so long.
Kitty: Dafuque? Abandoning her? *blinks several times, baffled*
John:... But she refused to go home. In fact, does she give a reason for why she can't just fuck off home?
Kitty: No. But we can assume it's due to her dad being a feckless drunk.
But we both knew he rarely showed any interest in what she had to say.
Mystic Greg: 62
John: *skimming ahead* Man...this next bit, Jerkoff really ramps up the creep factor.
I suppose we both liked to think of our father's in a way that made us feel like they could care, from time to time.
Nick: *wrinkles his nose* It could just be me, but that last part is unnecessary word-clutter.
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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...
