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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 24, 2008 21:48:38 GMT -5
He studied her for a moment and then shrugged. "My offer of roasting him in a hellish inferno still stands," he said. He wouldn't have known how to reassure her or comfort her even if he understood the situation and social practices of friends well enough in the first place. The bartender brought him another drink, and this time he kept it out of Zizzy's line of sight.
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Post by Jules on Feb 24, 2008 22:53:33 GMT -5
She gave a surprised little chuckle at the thought of Armand deep fried. But she shook her head. "I'm not the vegeance type. It's his loss. He wants to be a complete asshole, that's his choice." She finally seemed to be calming down and pushed the empty glass away from herself.
"'Sides. I can't do anyting about it. No point in being all depressed over some jerk." She straightened in her seat and felt her anger towards Armand melt a little closer into nothingness.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 25, 2008 11:47:27 GMT -5
He smirked. "Suit yourself."
This was kind of nice. If he had a penny for every time he recieved a list of all Armand's virtues, he'd be one rich(er) Prince of Nightmares. Armand had a way of appearing 'practically perfect in every way' to the public eye. So to hear him be called an asshole repeatedly was sort of refreshing.
"And why can't you do anything about it?" he asked>
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Post by Jules on Feb 25, 2008 12:16:10 GMT -5
"Because he'd have to give a shit for me to be able to do something. Besides, I'm hardly gonna stand outside his window with a boombox over my head."
Some logical part of her said that it wasn't likely Armand didn't 'give a shit' but it seemed unlikely like there was all that much pain on his side (Zizzy had trouble being sympathetic, especially when the situation concerned herself).
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 25, 2008 12:28:40 GMT -5
He took a long swallow, beginning to get a little bored of the topic of conversation.
"Right. Well, I keep hearing you say you don't care, but may I point out that you're in a bar, partially intoxicated, and you keep saying it. Are you trying to convince me, or yourself? Not that I don't agree with you. Full front. Asshole. Totally on your side. What I'm saying is, do you wish he wasn't?"
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Post by Jules on Feb 25, 2008 12:47:40 GMT -5
"Right."
Was all she said, glowering again. Did I wish he wasn't an asshole? OF COURSE. What a bloody stupid question. Good job Captain Obvious. Her mood swung from anger with Armand (it was incredibly hard for Zizzy to hold a grudge even when she desperately wanted to) to annoyance with Alexander.
The family was just full of winners, wasn't it?
"How about you? Why does a Crown Prince come into the Faded all the time? Isn't that kind of strange?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 25, 2008 12:58:26 GMT -5
"Ha ha. I see how its going to be then," he said. He smiled, but it was dark around the edges.
"Fine. I can take the heat of the spotlight. I come into the Faded all the time because I like it. And if I like something, why shouldn't I visit? It may be strange, but what standard are you holding that to? Armand's distaste of places like these? How many princes do you know?"
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Post by Jules on Feb 25, 2008 13:35:28 GMT -5
Zizzy laughed shortly.
"Two." She admitted with surprising good-nature considering her mood seconds before. She wasn't in the mood to be in a bad mood anymore. And so she'd switched again. There was very little someone could do to keep Zizzy angry at them. This wasn't to say she'd forgiven Armand, because it wasn't like she'd forgotten. She just didn't want to waste any more energy on being angery.
"So how do your parents react to you coming to places like this?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 26, 2008 0:32:18 GMT -5
He lifted a shoulder in a lazy sort of shrug. "You'd have to ask them. They probably don't know."
He wasn't home much, and took the definition of the 'black sheep' of the family to new extremes.
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