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[designedtoparty]

[Nathan is curled up in bed, so his voice is slightly muffled by his covers.]

Okay, so is anyone else getting any more of those pains that were going on before we managed to get rid of those harpies? Or am I the lucky winner here? [He says 'we'. In reality he didn't do anything to help.]

Fuck. I think this actually feels worse than getting impaled to begin with.

[A pause and some creaking as Nathan shifts on his mattress.]

I think there's still bird shit in my bed. Those bastards better not have given me bird flu, or something.

Comments

[Voice;]

[designedtoparty]

What?

[Voice;]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

I don't like to be owed money I think I've earned.

You can pay up. Or, you can face the consequences.

[Voice;]

[designedtoparty]

Again, what consequences? There really isn't all that much you can do about it.

[Voice;]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

I guess I could threaten to kill you.

But, maybe that wouldn't do much good with you.

[Voice;]

[designedtoparty]

Right.

So, why bother?

[Voice;]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

Like I said:

I don't like to be owed money I think I've earned.

[Voice;]

[designedtoparty]

Looks like you're just going to have to learn to live with it.

Sorry. [He's not.]

[Voice;]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

Maybe.

[Voice;]

[designedtoparty]

Cool. Thanks for letting me off, man. I'll try not to owe you so much the next time we play poker.

[Voice;]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

I never said I was doing that.

[Voice;]

[designedtoparty]

You implied it.

[Voice;]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

And you lost your money in the first place.

[Voice;]

[designedtoparty]

And now it's no longer in my possession. I gave you everything I had.

[Voice;]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

Yeah. And it wasn't enough.

You kept playing.



Maybe we should make another game out of it.

[Voice;]

[designedtoparty]

And if I win?

[The game itself is unimportant, clearly.]

[Voice;]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

If I win, you pay up.

If you win, I'll let you off.

[Voice;]

[designedtoparty]

Okay. Deal. [Or not. He still won't pay if he loses.]

What are we playing?

[Voice;] | 1/2

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

For keeps.

You're a wanted man now. You'd better shoot me before I shoot you. I shoot you, I win. You shoot me, you win.

So, alive or dead: it's your choice.

[Voice;]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

Of course, I might still let you pay up. If you don't feel like playing.

[Voice;]

[designedtoparty]

What, are you crazy?!

What if I don't have a fucking gun?

[Voice;]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

You can get one.

I'll even give you one.

--Don't worry. It'll shoot straight. I wouldn't give it to you if it didn't.

[Voice;]

[designedtoparty]

[This... is still completely insane. But guuuuuuuun. And unlike his flatmate, this guy isn't about to make sure he's not stupid enough to shoot himself in the foot before giving him one.]

...can I keep it?

[Voice;]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

Yeah. You can keep it.

[Voice;]

[designedtoparty]

Cool, man. So, when do you want to do this?

Can it least wait until I'm on something strong enough I don't feel like I'm dying?

[Voice;]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

Seems fair.