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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 18, 2008 16:36:32 GMT -5
He gave a flippant snort. He could 'do better' in his sleep.
He frowned. "One mistake can be the difference between life and death."
They had this conversation a lot. He always pushing her to be better, she telling him to pull the stick out of his ass. It was a perpetual tug of war that never seemed to get anywhere. Except, she was one of the best fighters he had, and his officers didn't physically cower anymore when he walked into the room.
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Post by Jules on Aug 18, 2008 16:45:28 GMT -5
"Pffft, so? Haven't you ever heard of a happy mistake? What if Pia and Jack hadn't gotten pregnant, hmm, Mr. Godfather?"
So they'd had this kind of 'conversation' (if anyone could truly actually converse with Vince) a million and one times before and nothing really did change (except she'd probably stop curling her back) it didn't matter. Because A. She enjoyed pissing him off and....well, that was really all the reasoning behind it.
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 18, 2008 16:56:50 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes.
"They weren't mistakes, they were accidents. There's a difference." Probably.
He paused. "How many years has it been?" he asked. If it was really their anniversary, he wanted to know. He could barely remember a time when he was here and she wasn't.
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Post by Jules on Aug 18, 2008 18:46:03 GMT -5
"What's the difference?"
But his question had her thinking (she even held out her fingers a moment) and frowned in thought. The crease smoothed a moment later in enlightenment and she grinned, "One hundred and fifty years. Geeze. Who woulda thunk it, eh? You and me lasting this long?"
Really, anyone who knew Vince would probably have put a small fortune against Mary sticking it out, or being allowed to, and would've been confident about coming away a helluva lot richer. And yet, here they were. Their techincal 150th anniversary.
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 18, 2008 18:56:12 GMT -5
"Hn." He frowned, studying the ground for a moment, considering that. A century and a half. "Feels longer," he said gruffly. It felt endless. No beginning, no end.
"Don't think this means you can get comfortable," he added with a smirk. "I still might change my mind." Ha. The idea was funny, even to him.
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Post by Jules on Aug 18, 2008 19:08:51 GMT -5
Mary laughed. Even though Vince was who he was, she was pretty sure he held some form of affection for her and probably wouldn't be able to kick her out unless she somehow royally screwed up something. And if she'd lasted 150 years the odds were in her favor.
"Pfft, you couldn't manage without me now." She teased. "Who'd provide you with something to focus all your hate on, hmm?" She sometimes thought the only reason he had mellowed out a fraction of an inch was because she stole all his annoyance that he might've spent on others.
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 19, 2008 0:11:31 GMT -5
He pulled out the singular chair in the room with one foot and sat down.
"This may surprise you," he said dryly. "But I can hate you from afar. I aspire to it, actually."
If he truly thought about it, as bizarre as the situation felt, he'd probably get bored without her around. They knew each other so well that there was often nothing to say. But without her there, he would grow impatient with his own thoughts; they would never come to a point, because there would be no one to tell them to.
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Post by Jules on Aug 19, 2008 0:30:28 GMT -5
"Pffft. You would've had me move out a long time ago if you'd wanted me to." She sat on the edge of her bed, the only other available seat and smiled. This was actually kind of nice. "Geeze, do you remember the first time we met? I was more scared then I let on." She admitted, although she wasn't that ashamed.
Anyone coming face to face with Vince in the middle of the night after watching him crawl down a ferris wheel like a humongous spider had ever single right to be a little bit terrified. "I was just really good at hiding it, is all."
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 19, 2008 0:35:50 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow. He could remember as if it were yesterday. He'd been cool, and then icy, and then downright furious, but she was like a paddleball whose string wouldn't break. In fact, the lack of effectiveness had surprised him enough that he hadn't resorted to physical means of extricating her.
He shook his head. "Very good at hiding it." His lips spread in a sharp, feral grin. "And now?"
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Post by Jules on Aug 19, 2008 0:39:29 GMT -5
"I know you pretty much rescue drowning kitties now, so no, you don't scare me." This wasn't, actually, 100% true. Vince still had a way, when he was angry, of scaring the hell out of her. It was that glowing look his bandaged face got and the way he looked like he'd kill anyone and anything that got in his way.
But he didn't need to know that. His ego was big enough as it was. "Doubt you could even if you tried really hard."
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 19, 2008 0:50:58 GMT -5
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. You give one inch, and suddenly you're a kitten rescuer. "Well if you're so good at hiding it," he said. "How would I know?"
His eyes narrowed, studying her for almost a full minute. He smirked, as if satisfied. "Probably not." Which was code for: You're so wrong I will placate you as an act of pity.
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Post by Jules on Aug 19, 2008 0:59:58 GMT -5
Mary watched him a moment, it wasn't like him to give in like that. He was probably laughing on the inside. That was one thing that bothered the heck out of her about him. He quite often treated her like she wasn't all there, mentally. And sure, she wasn't always the quickest wit, but she wasn't stupid either.
"If you were scary enough, it would show." She played along anyways, because picking a fight with him was hardly ever worth it. But couldn't really help the, "You're so full of yourself. It's I wonder I put up with you." But Mary was, of course, grinning.
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 19, 2008 1:06:16 GMT -5
"I'm simply aware of my skills," he replied calmly. "And no one is forcing you to stay." He couldn't help the quick glance he shot at her, watching to be sure she didn't take him seriously. Not that he'd stop her if she did leave.
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Post by Jules on Aug 19, 2008 1:15:27 GMT -5
Mary was used to this by now. The 'leave if you want to' line-drop. And to be honest, sometimes she did think about leaving. But she liked it here, and sometimes (rarely) she got the sense that Vince actually enjoyed her company. Like now, for example.
"Pfft, like I'd let you have this whole place to yourself. 'Sides, you'd miss me horribly."
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