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[ding-chavez.livejournal.com]

[Private]

Man. I can't believe that kid won! He seemed so helpless about it, never having played before, totally botching the first two practive games. I almost called the deal off I felt so sorry for him!

Well, teach me a lesson. Somehow I should have known... his eyes... his eyes did betray him... too bad I didn't figure that out beforehand.

[/Private]

A deal's a deal. Alright, chico, I'll start tomorrow. From 9 A.M. to 10 P.M. I'm all yours, anything you want. Well, almost anything.

Comments

[antiomega.livejournal.com]

[amused laughter]

What the hell kind of trouble did you land yourself in, Chavez?

[ding-chavez.livejournal.com]

[grumbled] It ain't funny.

Well, this kid wanted to play pool with a bet on the table so I played him. I have NO clue how I lost... although I do suspect some sort of foul play. Physics just doesn't work that way, man.

Anyway... I'm his "slave" for a couple of weeks. No big deal. I hope.

[antiomega.livejournal.com]

[a slight choking sound -- it's so obvious she's just trying not to laugh again;]

Well, if he tries anything funny, let me know and I'll kick his ass. Though, if you suspect foul play, can you try calling him on it?

[codenameprodigy.livejournal.com]

I'd like to see you try to land a hit on me.

[antiomega.livejournal.com]

I'm sure I could manage somehow.

Just don't give me a reason to try, would you? [a very small laugh, and what sounds suspiciously like, "Not supposed to be amused..."]

[codenameprodigy.livejournal.com]

[if smiles could be transcribed]

Who knows.

[ding-chavez.livejournal.com]

Hey, hey, hey. I can do my own ass kicking, remember, thank you very much. And if he tries anything funny he's dead!

I don't know how he could have done it though. Otherwise, yeah, I probably would.

[antiomega.livejournal.com]

Allow me the role of protective friend. I don't do it often. I honestly think you'll be fine, though. Still, best of luck.

[ding-chavez.livejournal.com]

All right then, chica. If you want... [and something very softly dictated that sounds suspiciously like "Whatever it takes to make a lady happy..." ...and yes, he so did that on purpose]

Thanks.

[codenameprodigy.livejournal.com]

It's good that you're taking your loss with such dignity.

[ding-chavez.livejournal.com]

Hey, all a person has is his word. And its in my blood to keep mine. Very passionately.

[codenameprodigy.livejournal.com]

How poetic.

[ding-chavez.livejournal.com]

Don't start now, kid...

Well. Where do you want me in the morning?

[codenameprodigy.livejournal.com]

Actually --

Kitchen.

I want chocolate-chip pancakes, made from scratch, don't ask the ghosts for help and they had better be done by 9:15, or the next task is going to be more annoying.

[ding-chavez.livejournal.com]

[dictated before he realizes it]

Shi-shit!

All right. But if you don't like them that's your problem. Nobody ever said they taught me how to cook in the army...

[codenameprodigy.livejournal.com]

No, that's your problem. You should make things that actually taste good. I suppose that you have until tomorrow to be able to make a decent batch.

[ding-chavez.livejournal.com]

[unamused laughter] Yeah, alright. If you say so.

[notsomuchakitty.livejournal.com]

Whoa.

[ding-chavez.livejournal.com]

What?

[notsomuchakitty.livejournal.com]

Anything? Chico?

[ding-chavez.livejournal.com]

Ug. ALMOST ANYTHING.

[notsomuchakitty.livejournal.com]

mmm of course.

[ding-chavez.livejournal.com]

[something muttered along the lines of ""]

[notsomuchakitty.livejournal.com]

Wow. touchy tonight.

[ding-chavez.livejournal.com]

Yeah, as if you wouldn't be.