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 Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 9:48 pm
I got emotions, Piper. They're just nice and numb, just like I like 'em. What I ain't got is any sympathy for you or Trickster. Mess with the bull and you're gonna get the horns. Just so happens that Waller's the bull and I was the horns. But I don't work for that b***h any more.
*takes a swig*
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 9:55 pm
Well bully for you. I'm sure we can all sleep safer in our beds at night knowing that the psychopaths of the world aren't under the government's jurisdiction anymore...just out and about on their own.
::sways a little bit and takes a deep breath::
Ooh. Room started spinning. See that's, that's, that's the problem with Vermouth and Goldshlaeger, I guess. Not smoo-ooth like vodka...
::grabs ahold of the bar::
Speaking of beds...I'm betcha I'm not going to remember this on Friday...I'm gonna go crash on Remy's couch...
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 10:05 pm
Sleep it off, slick. And you make sure to gimme a call if you ever want to take me up on that offer.
*downs the rest of his beer, callously tossing the empty over his shoulder and makes his way out of the Bistro.*
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 10:10 pm
Heh. Suicide by assassin I think is still a sin, even if it's not specifically covered in the bible...
::staggers off to the hallway that leads to Remy's office::
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 7:02 pm
::staggers out from Remy's office, moaning and holding his head::
Oh God...I wish I was dead...or that my brain was dishwasher safe...
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 7:05 pm
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 7:30 pm
::gargles some water and spits it into the sink. Runs a hand through his hair and looks for a clock::
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 7:56 pm
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 7:58 pm
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 8:01 pm
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 8:03 pm
Are you...
Oh holy crap, either I am hung over worse than I thought, or you're the REAL Batman.
Look whatever Batwoman told you, it's a lie, I've been on the straight and narrow for months now, please don't punch me in the face you have NO idea how hung over I am right now.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 8:15 pm
I'll give you a dollar to punch him in the face . . . .
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 8:16 pm
I'll give you two dollars not to take that dollar.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 8:27 pm
*wanders in with his fancy hat*
Pip, pip, cherrio, Frosted Flakes.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 8:29 pm
Powell, you ARE a Frosted Flake.
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