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$nastygram: (C:\octalforty)$

From:

nastygram

Good. Anyone who grows up and does what they thought they would be doing is a confirmed piece of shit. That level of career prep--

[She holds out her hand for the piece again, with wiggly gimme-gimme fingers.]

--is questionable at best. If not outright douchey and suspicious. Are you seriously not going to give me the name of your dealer?

From:

rathercommon

[ Kitty hands over the pipe, wrinkling her nose. ]

I don't think it makes them a piece of shit. I think it just makes them - complacent. Since typically, your aspirations when you're a kid are conditioned and created by societal expectations. [ A shrug - ] I mean, there was a time when I dreamed about being a mum myself. Horrible thought now. Could you imagine ever having kids? Eurgh.

[ And, as for that second question - ]

Anyway, I still don't know you quite well enough to trust you, do I.

$nastygram: (C:\misbug)$

From:

nastygram

Yeah, okay, and yet you grew out of that dream of domestic bliss. Congrats. Complacency is shittiness, babe.

[She takes a quick hit, and a short exhale, before she speaks to the rest of it.]

And I would seriously rather jam a knife up my vag than spawn any children. Trust me, that is a mercy to everyone, including the unborn spawn. My code for parenting is all kindsa jacked up.

[Another hit, this one slightly deeper. She savors it, sinks back against the couch with the pipe in her hand.]

Anyways. What online survey do I fill out to win your trust?

From:

rathercommon

[ Kitty holds her hand out for the pipe - though her eyes do flicker over to Darlene's face briefly, curiously, at that reference to parenting. She doesn't press, but that's rather the sort of thing she was hoping for - and hopes that by her casual non-reaction, she might be able to draw more similar comments out of her in the future.

More relevantly: ]

Online survey. Really. [ She gives a quiet huff and shakes her head. ] It's going to take more time, isn't it, than just this. Though you know that you could start by finally telling me your real name.

Edited Date: 2016-12-15 08:00 pm (UTC)

$nastygram: (C:\smop)$

From:

nastygram

Darlene.

[Easy flippant answer. She rolls her head around on her shoulders to smirk at Kitty.]

I'm so glad you're getting off on witholding info. I would think your two boyfriends would do it for you, but power tripping is pretty heady stuff.

From:

rathercommon

[ Kitty purses her lips in mingled irritation and skepticism. On the one hand, she does speak that name with the easy familiarity that a person would use with their real name. On the other hand, Darlene's a pretty bloody accomplished liar. But what's Kitty going to do to challenge that - keep poking and prodding? Travel across dimensions to find her birth certificate? Not bloody likely. So...fine. Darlene. Sure.

Well. Unable to push back on the issue of the name, she addresses the other one: ]

Please stop bringing up my love life, won't you, or I'll start to think your interest in it goes beyond just embarrassing me. Anyway. It's not about withholding information, is it. It's about safeguarding people I care about.

$nastygram: (C:\lostinthenoise)$

From:

nastygram

Don't worry, I do not want to fuck your boyfriend. For starters, dude one is balls deep in politics, and that is not my scene.

[Now she passes back the pipe.]

And I suggest you either switch dealers or find a way to stop personally caring, Miss Do Gooder, before things get super messy. That is just good life advice. Like not shitting where you eat but with weed.

From:

rathercommon

[ Kitty lifts her eyebrows and says, challengingly - ]

I was talking about wanting to screw me, actually.

[ Because, well, she comes from a world of "propriety" and "decency"; she'd like to fluster Darlene into shutting up a bit. ]

Anyway, why on earth would I need to switch? What, am I supposed to not consort with someone who does something as wicked as deal drugs? I don't see any reason why he can't be my friend and a business contact both.

$nastygram: (C:\killerpoke)$

From:

nastygram

[Far from shutting up, Darlene fires back with a crisp,]

You wish.

[--And moves on.]

Cool it with the wicked shit, okay, my point is a practical one. What happens if his operation gets fucked? Do you bail him out of jail, because you're soooo friendly?

From:

rathercommon

[ Goddammit. ]

More like - you wish. Anyway. Whatever. Yeah. If I can, I bail him out, sure.

$nastygram: (C:\interruptslocksout)$

From:

nastygram

Sweet.

Unless he flips, then he won't need you to bail him out.

From:

rathercommon

Yeah. And what's your point? If he's gonna flip when we're friends, he's definitely gonna flip when we're just business associates.

$nastygram: (C:\gilley)$

From:

nastygram

And if you were dumb enough to give him all your deets, that could really screw you, but fortunately you aren't that dumb.

Maybe.

Look, this is not that hard.

From:

rathercommon

[ Kitty takes a drag off the pipe, responding with a bit of irritation: ]

Darlene, I grew up in a literal totalitarian state, where I was hiding from a death penalty in absentia. I'd committed high treason before you probably even got your first period. I know how to not go down if my contacts get arrested. I'm not an amateur.

$nastygram: (C:\jrst)$

From:

nastygram

[She rolls her eyes.]

I know, [sort of] which is why I said you're not dumb, Jesus, except this whole befriend your dealer shit is so stupid it makes me rethink that part.

From:

rathercommon

[ Kitty shakes her head. ]

Right, fine, but be fair. Do you ever think that friendships aren't stupid?

$nastygram: (C:\misbug)$

From:

nastygram

Yes.

[With enough savagery that it will probably sound like she means the opposite. Impatient, she holds out her hand for the piece.]

Just because I think most people are spineless shitlords doesn't mean I think they're all spineless.

From:

rathercommon

[ Kitty hands it back to her. ]

That's not what I asked. Right, fine, you've got a vague respect for some people, all that - but it's not like having a vague respect for people actually translates into friendships, most of the time. Since friendships mean being honest and open and all that rubbish.

$nastygram: (C:\gilley)$

From:

nastygram

Just 'cause I'm not falling over myself to tell you all kinds of meaningless details about me doesn't mean I don't have friends. I am careful, and not interested in plastering my face on people's Instas and doing girl's night and whatever else.

But any time you want to hit up your bestie the anonymous dealer and get me more of this shit--

[She wiggles the pipe back and forth.]

We can hang. This is how I do it.

From:

rathercommon

I'm not talking about being friends with me. I'm talking about other people. Is there anyone?

$nastygram: (C:\misbug)$

From:

nastygram

[A beat, and then she huffs a breath. Okay.]

Um, obviously yes. What are you doing? Please stop with the concern routine.

[And since she has the opportunity, she gets in another quick hit.]

From:

rathercommon

[ She pulls a face of faint annoyance. ]

Checking to make sure you've got someone to watch your back and care for you. Just like I said.

$nastygram: (C:\derf)$

From:

nastygram

[At that, Darlene laughs outright.]

Okay, I do not need that. Thank you.

From:

rathercommon

Don't need someone to watch your back?

$nastygram: (C:\BFI)$

From:

nastygram

Or care for me. Like are you for real? Hon, I have been doing that whole thing pretty much solo for fucking ever, so. If there is one thing a shitty childhood will teach you, it is some total self reliance. And fuck support networks and prayer chains and dependency. I love this.

[This. She points down, like at the couch but also at her thighs. Presumably she means herself.]

But hold your worry, okay, I know how to take care of myself. And I know who to trust, and when to trust them. Which makes for a wagon circle of, like, two, but whatever.