notafuckingnut | [032] raise the curtains, dim the lights; this is it boys, the night of nights

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[032] raise the curtains, dim the lights; this is it boys, the night of nights

So, now that the place has gone the Shinning on us, I think a last-ditch shindig is in order. Any takers?

Just think of it this way. If we don't, those of us NOT allowed a few rounds without "permission" when the cameras are rolling will have a long, dry, road of drama ahead of us, and who the fuck wants that to look forward to without a last hurrah to send us off?

...Justin, you're in, I'm assuming. I'm counting you as in, you're already on the list. Make it work. Cas-man, you too. [...No, this nickname has STILL not caught on. And never will. He'd apologize, Dimitri, except he's not sorry.]

[A/N: for the duration of the breach, Richie is Rob Tramontano, a bit part actor with a horrible tendency of getting roles where he gets killed off about 20 minutes after he shows up. ...and all of those were scored through a buddy who makes movies. After scoring this role he's started thinking he's hotter shit than he actually is; he's convinced this is his Big Break (never mind the fact that his character is pretty much universally despised other than by a small die-hard group who generally gets funny looks for it) and consequently tends to act a lot cockier about things than he probably should. ...Oh, and he's also got a reputation for being more than a little...eccentric, shall we say.]

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[He shouldn't respond to it, shouldn't rise to the bait and he KNOWS that, knows she's just toying with him here, but he still manages to look disappointed when she doesn't follow through. It's a weakness, a taste for the girls that are worst for him, and this about SCREAMS it, so of course he can't help but get suckered in.]

...bitch.

I'm not sure she's got it in her, to tell you the truth. I mean, fuck, it's not like she didn't have the shot before.

[Well if she's going to play that way he might as well give as good as he gets.]

Please, he over-powered her. Not like she didn't try, douche, she got some stabs in. Besides, it was a conflict of interests.

[See if he can read between the lines. See if Rob can sort out what Kairi is really trying to tell him here.]

'Conflict of...' Yeah, okay. Yeah, I can totally see that, 'cause she hasn't spent enough time trying to cut ties or anything. Could easily give a guy the wrong impression.

[She purses her lips and swats his forearm.] You're an idiot.

[Kairi stands in one fluid movement, harried and flushed, meaning to leave.]

[That's not...COME ONNNN. He stands almost as soon as she makes as if to leave, closing the distance and grabbing her arm to hold her back, but whatever else came before he actually looks contrite now. He may have been being an ass, but that doesn't mean he wanted her to leave.]

Hey, wait a sec. Hang on. I'm sorry, okay? Wrong thing to say, don't act surprised. It pissed me off, hurt my feelings. Hurt my pride, which, let's be honest, is worth a little more most days. Just...let me be a prick to your face for a minute. Or...five. Whatever. I'm done now.

[She looks at the grip he has on her but doesn't pull away. She frowns, but it's not because she's upset he's holding her. Unable to hold his gaze, Kairi keeps watching his hand.] I was only trying to tell you that I regret doing it. Okay? I wanted you to know that I'm sorry and that I changed my mind on how it's going to play out now.

[He relaxes his grip, slides his hand up, closer to her shoulder, and that's where it stays. He sighs, defeated. He's not sure where to go from here.]

Fine. Okay. Good.

[Kairi raises her eyes to him now, softly stares and then slowly blinks.] I...should go.

[Except, she's still not moving. Still connected to him through his hand.]

[Now it's his turn to avoid her gaze, his own cast downward, away from her.]

Yeah. Probably.

[And yet he's not really moving either.]

[She'll probably hate herself later and it's likely a mistake, but Kairi closes her eyes and wraps her arms around his skinny ass frame, hugging Rob.]

[Ffff he wasn't going to. He was going to just...walk away. Or something. But that's clearly not happening, since after a few long moments of WHAT THE FUCK he envelops her in long limbs instead, tucking her head under his chin and yeeeeah Kairi you are evidently not going anywhere soon. He's sorry, except...not really at all.]

[Course, she meant for the embrace to be short, a sort of goodbye parting gift, but when he doesn't let go, she stays put. And really, it's so familiar by now that she guesses it isn't so horrible. They did date for...a while.]

[But eventually he does ease up. It can't go on forever, she's got things to do, he does too, and really it's just...not good to drag this out much longer. Not good at all.]

...So. Uh. Yeah.

[Because that means...anything.]

[Kairi looks up at him, silent in her musings and hands just under her elbows. Maybe she means to say something, maybe she even means to make more mistakes, but her head wins out, and she just nods.]

Lunch. We should do lunch sometime. Like, when she forgives him, or something, Eye-Dee-Kay.

[Nod nod.]

Yeah, sure. Definitely. That'd be good. Fun.

[It's a sign of how uncertain he is about the whole situation that he's not exceptionally chatty or verbose; ordinarily he'd go on for miles but this is just such a delicate situation that he's largely speechless.]

[She gives one quick nod and turns to go, heading back for her trailer.]

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