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[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

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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"Vikki!" he says ragefully.

[song_tra_bong]

"What did she do?" she asks, gesturing at the empty barstool next to her.

Bar gets a pat and responds with two glasses, whiskey for Jack and vodka for Mary Anne.

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Mmm, whisky. Jack takes a seat. "She's moved in next to me."

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne freezes, glass halfway to her mouth.

"She did what?! Did she know you were living next door?"

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"Of course she did! The real estate agent told me she was positively thrilled to learn I'd be next door to her."

[song_tra_bong]

She scowls.

"Fucking bitch. So what're you gonna do?"

'Burning down her house' and/or 'killing the bitch' are the first two options that come to mind.

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"I thought about killing her, but that would be cruel."

A sudden idea pops into his head. "I could always invite her to dinner." Beat. "What is your opinion of escargot?"

Hopefully it's not "EWWWW THEM'S SNAILS!" Because Jack Driscoll wouldn't want Kelly Pickler as a friend.

[song_tra_bong]

She laughs into her glass.

"Cruel to who? Sounds like they'd owe you a medal for public service."

She considers this one. "Not sure, never had them before. Why? She allergic or something?"

Nothing like the old 'poison them with the appetizer' routine.

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"No, but if you're going to have dinner with us, you might as well eat something you like."

[song_tra_bong]

She blinks once.

Sets down her glass.

Blinks again.

And smiles very, very slowly.

Somewhere across the multiverse, Vikki Hasburg should fear that smile.

"Whatever shall I wear."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"Whatever you like. As long as it's time-appropriate. And not your pajamas."

[song_tra_bong]

"Awww, and I have those cute ones with the ducks on them."

She takes a sip of vodka. "Is there a plan for this little get-together?"

As in: should I bring the knives, or will be improvising with the silverware?

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"Improvisation." Beat. "And nothing sharp and pointy."

He reads minds, yo. He's like Professor X. Except with hair.

[song_tra_bong]

And without being...but that would be a spoiler and wrong. So.

She pouts.

"Okay. Nothing sharp and pointy."

They'll still have forks, though, unless Jack intends that they eat with their hands.