Fourteen Bets

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[Egwene]

Please tell me you didn't end up with one of those things in your head, too. I've had enough friends losing their bloody minds this week.

...and don't tell me to watch my bloody language.

[aka...you're alright...right?]

[/Egwene]

[Faye]

What. The. Hell. You owe me.

[/Faye]

Shadow take aliens. Monsters are a bloody nightmare, but at least I can cut the bloody head off...or... pour whatever that bloody powder was on them. Either way.

But you women are out of your bloody minds.

[and, that said, Mat's going to be sulking in the Death Match, nursing a glass of ale and feeling distinctly wary of the opposite gender]

Comments

[ino]

Better wear a helmet, then! I'll be there soon. [IS PRETTY SURE SHE KNOWS WHERE HE IS, SO 8) she'll be down in like 5 minutes]

Sorry for the late. Class ate my soul

[no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com]

Ha ha.

[and, sure enough, he's probably right where she thought he be, absently rolling one die along the bar, watching the faces as they fall]

s'all good bb <3

[ino]

[YEP she knew it 8) just sits right down next to him] Yikes, someone looks depressed.

[no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com]

I'm not depressed. I'm annoyed. This place is a bloody nuisance.

[but he straightens his shoulders in an attempt to look less sullen. It doesn't work, but he's trying]