∞ [twenty-four] | voice post

[fatespoken]

So.


Um.


I probably wouldn't have put that vine bush out on the balcony if I knew it'd suddenly become a tentacle plant.

I'm just glad that there's a glass do—

[the sounds of a crash]

...

...Well, this is going to be fun.

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[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

Oh really?

[Kate releases the arrow, letting it fly off, just barely missing his legs and landing in the couch. That's what he gets for testing her. She won't miss the next time.]

Now move I sa--what the hell are you doing?

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[fatespoken]

You see, I had a lighter and the little bastard was about to—


[He pulls out a lighter out of his pocket, fumbling with it as he shows Kate. Now insert a topic change.]

...I'm charging you for the couch, by the way.

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[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

I'm not paying for it.

[One more arrow is shot off, hitting the literal burning bush. She hates being late to the party.]

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[fatespoken]

You can help me put this thing out before I'm submitted to cleaning up smoke stains for the next week.

[He's glad the lighter excuse worked]

And now you're just showing off, pipsqueak.

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

Nope. You set it, you get it.

Do you really want to say that while I'm capable of reloading?

[fatespoken]

You would truly strike me, Kate? Just after we've rekindled our dysfunctional friendship.

[raises an eyebrow]

Maybe we should have stayed mad at each other.

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

It's how I show my love.

[One last arrow goes into the plant for good measure.]

I still would have shot you. Don't get it confused. Now put that thing out.

[fatespoken]

If you help me put it out instead of randomly shooting arrows at the carcass-

[a pause as if he's thinking carefully]

I'll treat you to dinner. As friends.

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

I get to pick the place.

[See her leave the room and come back with a pitcher full of water that she unceremoniously dumps on the now crispy plant.]

[fatespoken]

And you'll probably pick the most expensive place in the City.

[He shakes his head and stops himself from sending Kate a dirty look.]

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

Actually, I was going to pick Chinese, but since you said that...

[Kate tosses the now empty pitcher at his head. Yes, she's offended. Rich girl has cheap tastes. If she can get it for a low price, she'll take it.]

I'm picking French.

[fatespoken]

Cheese, wine and Snails. Oh joy.

[He barely dodges the pitcher, in fact it grazes the side of his head.]

Will you stop being so vicious?

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

No.

[fatespoken]

I suggest getting a drink at the restaurant then.

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

The most expensive one.

[fatespoken]

We better get that with half a shot. You seem like a lightweight.

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

You keep on being wrong. You're the one paying.

[fatespoken]

Then let's get going before you shoot another arrow at me.

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

Dressed like that?

[No, Amory. Kate does not approve of your taste in clothes.]

[fatespoken]

What's wrong with my fashion sense? My clothes are clean and don't have any holes in them.

[He glances down at his clothes - perfectly fine in his mind.]

What would you suggest I wear?

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

You can't go to La Madeleine dressed in jeans. Are you crazy? They won't even let you on the sidewalk.

[She's serious about going for French. He deserves the punishment.]

[fatespoken]

Then what would you have me wear? I'm not going to go out and buy a suit for the occasion.

[And despite his complaining, he'll be surprisingly well-mannered. Of course, after lots of complaining.]

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

Slacks, a tie, a shirt that doesn't look like it was worn during the grunge rock scene?

[She reaches out and flips his collar to make her point.]

Shower and comb your hair too.

[fatespoken]

What are you now - a nagging wife?

[he sends a half-hearted glare at Kate and stalks off toward the bathroom, though not before flipping his collar down back down.]

Wait here. I'll get ready and if I feel inspired, maybe I'll look half decent.

[girlwithabow.livejournal.com]

[Kate rolls her eyes in response. Oh please. Like anybody wants to marry him.]

Hey, I'm protecting my own interests here. I have to be seen in public with you.

[Grumble, grumble, bitch, and moan. She sits down on the couch anyway and watches the pile of ashes as she waits.]