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Jack storms into the bar. He is full of rage.

Yes, that is rage you see on his face, not constipation or a really bad sunburn. RAGE.

Have at. :)

[ ooc: el warning: mun's body is slowly dragging her towards the happy land of sleep. which means she will dissappear within the next...ten minutes or so. or maybe later than that. but soon! ]

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"Are you calling me a social ill?" Anna wrinkles her nose. "And...is there really a difference between ex-loves and..illness?"

She gives him a calculated...smartperson stare.

And Jack gives her a "don't argue semantics with a writer" stare.

"Political statement. People shouldn't complain about social ills, they should do something about them, right? Ex-fiances aren't quite as important."

"Trying to get the rights to kill your sister really isn't important on the social-ill-ladder, either." Anna says softly. "Not like it worked anyway. I tried though. Only with nicer words."

She just looks at him. "If you aren't going to do anything, then you're not allowed to talk about it. Get a diary. Or a parrot."

Hmph.

"I have a cat." And if Jack couldn't read and thus couldn't see that the word CONGRESS was the first in the First Amendment (of the United States), he'd accuse her of impeding on his personal rights.

Well, then she'd plug her ears and hum loudly like a petulant child.

"Good. Talk to it about your girlfriend problems, or lack of girlfriend problems. I'm only thir--sixteen. I don't know how to help you except with ways of petty-revenge. I've never even had a relationship."

"When I said you wouldn't be interested in sad love songs, you told me you would be, and now you're telling me you aren't."

"I was. But then you started shooting everything I was saying. Do you do this to your girlfriends? If so, I should talk to them. And start an Anti-Jack-Driscoll club!"

GLARE!

"No usually they shoot first."

MMM SANDWICH. IT TASTES LIKE...AVOIDANCE.

She crosses her arms and eats a little of her sundae (which she was SO doing the whole time, and NO it's not a soppy mess on the Bar!). "I'm sorry." she mumbles.

"Well, at least if you want to start an Anti-Jack Driscoll club, you'll have plenty of company." Including himself. He'd fight to be elected president.

"I really don't want to." She says softly. "I like you. Don't hate you or anything."

"Good to know."

The sandwich, which had resumed its place on the plate somewhere during the last three comments, is now being poked.

"Eat it. Don't poke it." Anna reprimands.

And he does.

Slowly.

"'f you want to find more interesting company..."

"'m fine. Unless you want me to leave. Then I will. I have...crosswords puzzles upstairs, that I can do." She shrugs idly.

"I don't mind either way. I just won't be very good company for the next few...minutes. Hours. Days. Whenever this funk passes."

"Well, sometimes you just need a friend to help you out." She smiles softly. "Or to just be there."

She pats him on the back. "It'll all work out. There are worse things in life than ex-fiancee's."

"Yeah. Like getting a play on stage. While your ex-fiance is in town. And while your best friend is...well. That's something worse."

"Is he sleeping with her?" Anna wrinles her nose. "Dude. You should hit him. You really don't even have to have a reason."

"Christ, no! He's trying to put a 25 foot ape on a Broadway stage!"

Anna bursts out laughing. "Oh my God. See, now you aren't as worried about the ape are you?"

She snorts. "I'm so sorry."

"I wish. I...I got a bad feeling about that damn ape."

"Well yeah. It's going to like...escape or something. It's a giant ape. On Broadway!" She looks incredulous. "Not exactly and ideal habitat."

"Yeah. Exactly."

THEY HAVE NO CLUE HOW RIGHT THEY ARE. Unless she saw his canon. That would be cheating.

She may have seen the really old version. She DIED before the new canon came out. KTHNX.

"So...good luck with that one. I don't even know where to begin. All I can say is...don't. Can your friend be stopped?"