[Sometime during AU week]

[the_ex_in_xp]

[meanwhile at the dorms, a half-pirate and some girl who managed a +3 lockpicking skill in her bag of tricks are trying to break in to "their" room]

This lock is way more sophisticated than the others. You'd think they were worried about unsavory people trying to break in...

Comments

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Well. Who do you think was the only person on the floor to not get cookies that week?

[the_ex_in_xp]

...her?

[although why I would pay attention to the cookie consumption of the jerks I was surrounded by...]

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Exactly.

[the_ex_in_xp]

Yeah, but you probably would've given her some if I hadn't been a jerk in the first place. I think this only reinforces the part where I was a terrible influence and you were too nice.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

No, that guy was a jerk and he deserved to get kneed in the face. She started it, so I put her in deep freeze. Simple as that.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[blinks since that was a little hardcore for you]

...how much have you had to drink so far, Rox?

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[Roxanne saves the times where she's hardcore up and uses them sparingly okay]

Oh, whoops. I should probably start?

[the_ex_in_xp]

Maybe. Unless this is a race or something...

[taking another sip]

Still. Even if Rachel Scott definitely didn't deserve cookies and her boyfriend's nose deserved to be broken I'm sorry if I made it harder for you to, like, be neighborly back then.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[finally having a sip]

That's okay. The tradeoff was worth it.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[doesn't look like she believes that but managing a smile anyway]

More cookies for you, right?

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[shaking her head]

No, less cookies for me, because it meant people weren't giving you shit. Just like I wanted it.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[looking a little taken aback, because having someone doing nice things in her defense is something she gets intellectually, but emotionally it's still 404 not found]

Did you just curse again?

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[blinking, a little surprised at herself because she didn't even know she was doing it that time]

Oh. I guess I did.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[chuckling in that unrestrained way that suggests she is at least feeling a little of the alcohol's effects]

Couple more days around me and you'll be swearing like a sailor.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Well, that'd make you more effective than actual sailors, then...

[the_ex_in_xp]

I'm way more aggravating than real sailors, so that's not hard.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Hmm, I dunno. Depends on the sailor.

[having some more bourbon]

[the_ex_in_xp]

C'mon, what sailors do you know who make you want to curse? Actual curse, no euphemisms or cutesy phrases.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Rival pirate crews, mostly. I, uh, definitely got so mad that I called one of them a mother-f'er during a fight...

[the_ex_in_xp]

"Mother fucker" you mean. It doesn't count if you don't say it.

[leaning forward with her elbows on the table, interest piqued]

You have to tell me the story. Details, Rox.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

It counts if I said it then.

It was... I don't know, he started this big thing at this tavern on this island, he wouldn't leave one of the servers alone. And then he took a cheap shot at my dad when he got asked to cut it the... heck out.

[the_ex_in_xp]

Oh, he took a shot at your dad. No wonder you unleashed the vulgarity cannons.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

And the other ones.

... I mean my fists. Not literal cannons on the pirate ship. Not over that.

[having another sip to shut herself up!]

[the_ex_in_xp]

Right, your cannon fists. The ones that hit like they were packed with gunpowder.

[smiling wider, finding this cutely charming]

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[grinning back, a little embarrassed but also encouraged by your smile]

I mean, I've never seen a good counterargument against it?