sufferably | ( i've been working on a cocktail called grounds for divorce )

( i've been working on a cocktail called grounds for divorce )

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[Fiona mutters aww and keeps petting the thing.] You just don't like harmless fuzzballs.

It's true. I've got a vendetta, against them and gods who like taunting me.

( don't fall for it, fiona!!! )

Edited (one day i'll learn grammar ) 2014-03-15 17:45 (UTC)

[Nope, too cute. She keeps petting it.] Taunting you with fuzzy aliens? You're pretty easy to taunt. [She takes the tribble off McCoy's shoulder-- without asking, how rude-- and cradles it in her arms.]

I've been told that, yeah. It's not reason for them to keep doing it.

( he doesn't seem to mind, though. he's been keeping an eye on the thing for days and is happy to pass off duties. )

[Fiona just gets distracted petting the thing for a few seconds. It's so cute, and... she's a terrible hostess.] So, drinks. [She sets the tribble down on the table.]

I got SOCO special for you, you know, as a welcome gesture. You been here long? [She gets out some cups.]

Thanks. ( the smile that ghosts across his face is sincere, if brief. then he shrugs as he takes a seat. )

A couple of weeks. Seems like longer, sometimes.

[Fiona hands him a cup. There's lemonade and booze on the table.] Sorry, I've been in and out of here, or I would have said 'hi' earlier. Work has been nuts. And yeah, it always feels like forever. [Her first month felt like it went from here to eternity.]

Don't worry about it. ( he waves a hand before reaching for the drinks, mixing with expert precision. after all, it's not as if he's gone out of his way to be social, either. )

Where do you work?

[Fiona pours the drink with a more casual air; she's been paid for this before, and doing it now is less show and more fun. There's no reason to be precise.] At the school? I'm secretary, there. Snape's Dumbledore Academy... thing. [You know, the guy who might have tortured students in his world. Come, one and all, to learn!]

( he sloshes the drink around in its glass, lifts it towards her as though for a toast. )

He's the one everyone's going on about, is that right?

Still, must be nice, working with kids. I used to be in Pediatrics, six or seven years ago.

Yeah, the one that might've been a wizard nazi. [She holds her drink up for a salute.] Cheers, to background checks.

[She smiles, just a little, at McCoy's reply. Usually people change the subject when she says she's a secretary.] Yeah, it's nice. Some of them are little assholes, but they're kids, you know? It's nice seeing what they wanna take. Everybody's crazy about the Egypt class.

( he grins, briefly, before taking an earnest sip. he usually goes for stronger whiskey, but sometimes this is nice, too. )

Egypt, huh. That's Evelyn's class, right? Should've figured she'd be popular.

Yeah, Ms Carnahan. [Ssssomeone works with her.] That, and Alchemy, and the self-defense classes are definitely the most popular. You ever stop by, I can give you a tour. I've got a hat and everything.

A hat, you say. Now I guess I have to go over.

Ah, shit. Now I have to buy a hat. [She smiles, and takes a sip of her concoction.] ...You're right, it is better.

Here's a tip-- I'm usually right. Especially about my drinks.

( he smiles again, then stops like he's remembered he doesn't usually do that. )

How long've you been around, then? To see roommates come and go.

Ohh, big talker. I'll consult you on all things in the future. [She keeps on drinking.] Nearly four months. I had one roommate, nice guy, he moved in with his wife when she showed up. That was the British alien. And then some French guy, I dunno where he went. Third time's the American. [Fiona is hoping attempt number four will finally get her a girl roommate, or maybe she'll have moved out by then. Or gone the fuck home.]

That sucks. Being here that long, I mean.

Least no one in this house seems like an outright ass. ( unless you count him, he supposes. ) Some of the others seem questionable.

Well, this is the nurse house. All the assholes are in the asshole house. [We'll just... not comment on how much it's sucked being stuck here. Yeah.]

So where do the asshole nurses go?

I guess the gods flip a coin, and here you are. [She laughs-- it's obviously a joke, and meant kindly; Fiona is just an abrasive person in general-- and offers him another drink.] I'm sure there're plenty of assholes everywhere. I just heard that Baldr's made special for douchebags.

( he takes the offered drink, sips at it before he thinks of baldr, and dr whale, and how true fiona's words are. )

Yeah, I'm coming to see that. And Thor's got the jocks, and Loki the liars? Something like that.

Yeah. I dunno exactly how the split goes, but it can get pretty weird. Like, Hel's supposed to have all the psychos, but some of the sweetest kids in the school are stuck there. [Fiona, never particularly philosophically-minded, gives the mysteries of the universe a shrug.]

...Hel is for children. ( he says that very iconically, clearly quoting but not ready to break into pat benatar just yet. )

I stopped trying to apply logic to anything around here after the first day. Less of a headache, all told.

[Fiona rolls her eyes, but she's smiling.] I dunno, I'd go nuts if there weren't any rules anywhere. Gives you something to think about, I guess. Just don't get too obsessed with the answers.

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