Forty Third Sip

[mal_addict]

[So, in an effort to make her feel...less angry about the events of the last few days, Maladict has gone into town, deciding to throw herself more into her best person duty. After all, if Brock was stupid happy stupid enough to want to get married, he should at least have a decent sendoff. And the art was in the preparation for this sort of thing, she was sure. She flicks through her journal as she walks]

You know, I never thought it would be this easy to find Seamstresses in this world. Guess I was wrong. Seems it's forever the most common profession if people want it to be or not. Nice to know some things are the same here as they are back home.

[Brock]
Candy Muff or Diamond Slick.

Pick one.

[Nikola]
[Ugh, this is not easy to say, especially after her 'you have to make right what you did' rant. Humble pie does not taste good at all]

So, I won't be guarding you any more. I'll probably visit or...something. But no more guarding.

Comments

Brock

[mal_addict]

Oh, come on. She can't deny you a little bit of fun before she throws on the shackles, can she?

...I haven't got far in that yet. Your no asshole policy cuts out a big chunk of the residency.

Maladict

[samson]

I'm just saying, if I wind up dead, I'm haunting you until I come back.

Ha. At least it'll keep you busy, right?

Brock I saw that

[mal_addict]

You always know how to make a hug with words, Brock.

It keeps me distracted from the rest of the stupidity in the castle, yes.

Maladict SHH YOU SAW NOTHING

[samson]

Yeah, I'm about ready to punch like half the dudes here. I don't know.

Brock liessss

[mal_addict]

I'm honestly thinking of just setting up a journal filter invitation to anyone who 'isn't an asshole' and see who actually turns up.

Maladict weeps

[samson]

You might get better results with 'guys Brock doesn't want to stab in the throat.'

Brock there there

[mal_addict]

...

Is there anyone here who you don't want to stab in the throat besides me, Molotov and that Spike guy?

Maladict

[samson]

[Sometimes he wouldn't mind stabbing Molotov in the throat actually]

Uhhh. That I'd invite to a party with strippers? Kate ...

...

Let me think about it.

Brock

[mal_addict]

[Brock that is not a healthy attitude to have towards your betrothed]

...Wow, Kate. One more person.


Okay, but if you don't think of anyone, I'm just going to find random people and you'll have to deal with it. [Because she's the BEST friend]

Maladict

[samson]

[no kidding.......]

Yeah, that'll be good. Pre-wedding bloodbath.

Brock

[mal_addict]

I'm sure your bride-to-be would approve.

Maladict

[samson]

It might temper the stripper thing a little, yeah.

Brock

[mal_addict]

See? Everybody wins.

Maladict

[samson]

This might not be so bad after all. [murder, strippers ... what more can a man want?]

Brock

[mal_addict]

See? I told you that you could count on me.

Maladict

[samson]

Well, I sure learned my lesson.

Brock

[mal_addict]

Sarcasm isn't becoming, Brock.

Maladict

[samson]

Yeah, but I don't need to impress anybody anymore. From now on, I'm just gonna start letting myself go. [even more sarcasm deal with it!!]

Brock

[mal_addict]

Let yourself go? Oh, Brock, however will all your manly trousers fit you?

Maladict

[samson]

All sweatpants, all the time.

Brock

[mal_addict]

I think I'm about to have a little swoon.

Maladict

[samson]

Well, my work here is done.

Brock

[mal_addict]

You must be so proud of yourself.

Maladict

[samson]

Only all the time.

Brock

[mal_addict]

I shall get you a medal.