brobeforehos: (yeah seriously)
Mae Crawford ([personal profile] brobeforehos) wrote2011-07-21 12:20 pm
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009 ⇨ defiance of all protocols

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Well - the interesting factor of this place just keeps on rising, doesn't it? It was a risky deal during the weekend, but I know the protocol is to not talk about what stays back in Vegas. Or something like that.

And yesterday - I know some people were just floating with feelings, and not even annoyance at being cursed could drag them down. Emotions sure run high whenever there's a curse, don't they? But somehow I doubt everyone felt as if they really were on cloud nine.

[a pause. and then she just snorts.]

Okay, I'm sorry. Sorry I subjected your ears to all those puns, but I've been dying yesterday, keeping them all in.

[there's a pause, and then she exhales - okay no more laughing.]

All things aside, how is everyone doing? Please tell me I'm not the only one to think that aside from the curses and the mayhem there's not a lot to do in this place. Or prove me wrong, whichever it is.

[identity profile] brobeforehos.livejournal.com 2011-07-21 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, that sounds better - and I know coffee. And I know tea, more, but I know coffee.

[identity profile] dude-imbatman.livejournal.com 2011-07-21 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Check it out. I'm pretty sure they've got a vacancy and you get to see my pretty face every morning. [Insert a big grin here.]

[identity profile] brobeforehos.livejournal.com 2011-07-21 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
...you do know that I won't guarrantee friendly discounts.

[identity profile] brobeforehos.livejournal.com 2011-07-21 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Developped a taste for your pain, yes.

Okay so it's impossible for him not to flirt with pretty girls. Sorry

[identity profile] dude-imbatman.livejournal.com 2011-07-21 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
You're downright cruel. [And by the tone of his voice, that amuses him.]

He's a dork

[identity profile] dude-imbatman.livejournal.com 2011-07-21 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Start talking some AC/DC and I'll toss lyrics back at you but you stick with chick music and all I'm gonna be able to do is recognize it.

[identity profile] brobeforehos.livejournal.com 2011-07-21 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
...are we having a lyrical showdown, Dean?

[identity profile] dude-imbatman.livejournal.com 2011-07-21 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Get ready for the night line.

1/2

[identity profile] brobeforehos.livejournal.com 2011-07-21 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Hold on, let me see if I remember-

[identity profile] brobeforehos.livejournal.com 2011-07-21 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
So. [CLEARS THROAT.]

Living easy, living free?

[identity profile] dude-imbatman.livejournal.com 2011-07-22 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
Now that's a good one. You're working your way up there on the respect ladder.

[identity profile] brobeforehos.livejournal.com 2011-07-22 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
Then I shan't mention it's among the few I know.

[identity profile] brobeforehos.livejournal.com 2011-07-22 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
I was hoping you'd say that.

God, I apologize for him forever

[identity profile] dude-imbatman.livejournal.com 2011-07-23 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
[He just smirks and shakes his head.] If I come pick you up you keep your little underaged hands to yourself.

[Why yes, he is paranoid.]

[identity profile] brobeforehos.livejournal.com 2011-07-25 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Shocking - those are shocking accusations.

[identity profile] dude-imbatman.livejournal.com 2011-07-26 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. Yeah. Where are you, Jailbait?

[identity profile] dude-imbatman.livejournal.com 2011-07-26 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Where's home? I'll come pick you up.

Tagging on my phone b/c it only works here. HTML nonexistent

[identity profile] dude-imbatman.livejournal.com 2011-07-26 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Alright. Where at?

at least it works for you i'm still sacrificing goats to mr. frank here

[identity profile] brobeforehos.livejournal.com 2011-07-26 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Square, maybe?

[identity profile] dude-imbatman.livejournal.com 2011-07-26 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Alright. See you there then.