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Vin: *taps Reeve on the top of the head* Get up.
Reeve: *starts* Hey-- oh. What? I fell asleep. Shit. Sorry. *stands up, a little too quickly, but is okay* Huh.
Vin: *sigh* It's time for your first job
Reeve: *nods* Right. I'm ready! ...am I ready? Do I need anything I don't have?
Vin: We are going to the armory, ShinRa supplies everything
Reeve: *nod* Lead the way.
Voice in Vin's head: They're going to use him to replace you. You know that right? Should probably kill him now.
Vin: *clears throat and leads the way*
Reeve: *follows him to the armory and is taken aback at all the weaponry, etc present* Man. What am I allowed to use?
Voice: He's supposed to kill you and then replace you. He's scamming. It's all a scam. He's not really so green. Watch him. Kill him.
Vin: Whatever you want, really. You get three death penalty side arms and another side weapon
Vin: *Flips out nightstick* Like this.
Voice: Ya know, you're ignoring us. Makes us sad. And bored.
Reeve: Side weapon eh...? Hm. *thoughtful* I guess... can I use a dagger of some sort?
Voice: A dagger to stab you with. You shouldn't ignore us, Vincent. We know best.
Vin: Not very effective, but we rarely use the fourth side arm. *twitches* At anyrate, *picks up a sniper rifle* We are going to be pretty hands on tonight.
Reeve: Killing people? *takes up some guns*
Voice: Yes, lots of killing. He's even warning you what he's planning.
Vin: Yeah, one mark up to five colladeral damage... *lowly* Shut up, I'm trying to work...
Reeve: *blinks* Pardon?
Voice: We're helping you, Vincent. You don't want us to shut up.
Vin: *clears throat* we could have a six person body-count.
voice: Chaos, I don't think he likes us.
Reeve: . . . . . er, right. Trying for only one though, right? *wary*
Vin: Yes, but Turk protocol is no witnesses or information leaks
Voice: Chaos will teach him to like us. Chaos is good like that.
Reeve: *nod* Right. I understand.
Vin: Do you have a problem with that, Reeve, if you do tell me now and I'll do this myself.
Reeve: I just said I understand. I don't like it, but it's the way things work so I'm not complaining, Mr. Valentine.
Voice: Never trust a man who refuses to use your first name.Or middle, as is the case.
Vin: For the LAST time, Reeve. I am not your superior alright? Calling me Mr really chaps my ass.
Reeve: I was under the impression I was supposed to treat you with respect, thus the last name, Mr.. Vin.
Voice: Smartass.
Vin: I'm training you, but don't call me Mr, alright? I'm prolly younger than you are.
Voice: College plate school boy. This cracks my shit UP. Let's drop him off in sector two and just WATCH.
Vin: Oh and is today over yet?
Reeve: ...sure, what's the number?
Vin: First number was 457193840182, then you changed it to 42547193384018298 and then it was 29357563434972683.856
Reeve: *stares* Um, yes. I owe you 20 gil, then.
Voice: He's not planning on paying you.
Vin: Correct, you can buy coffee when this is over.
Reeve: ....expensive coffee.
Vin: I don't feel like sleeping and you slept all day. Figure we can't hate eachother too much.
Voice: Bet he'll try to drug us.
Reeve: *smile* Thanks, ...Vin.
Voice: Never trust a man who drops all formality.
Voice: He could easily wind up dead, you know.
Vin: You got your guns and all that then? Are you ready then, Reeve?
Reeve: Yes, sir.
Voice: Now he's calling you sir. Trying to win you over so you trust him.
Vin: *shakes head* So from Junon? What you doing out here?
Reeve: *frowns at the headshake for no reason* School first, then a job. Not much future in Junon.
Voice: He's all about a future he won't have unless there's salary for him. He's going to kill you. Why did you arm him?
Vin: *laughs* How old are ya?
Reeve: Twenty-one, sir.
Vin: You look older than that. *debates for a moment* So what about a family or nothin? Why a Turk?
Voice: That's the devil's number. If you multiply it by fifteen then add fifteen.
Reeve: Ahh. Girl didn't work out. Besides I don't have the patience for kids. How come you're a Turk?
Vin: It beats jail.
Reeve: . . . Ah. Should I ask?
Voice: Don't trust him.
Vin: *shrugs* I'm from sector two, got caught but I suppose I made an impression.
Voice: You shouldn't tell him things.
Reeve: Good for you. *not sure if he means it or not* I hear you're a good shot. I'm supposed to learn from you.
Voice: He's been doing research on you.
Vin: Yeah, I'm a good shot... We should go to the range and get some practice in first.
Reeve: Sure. Er, where's the range?
Voice: You're babysitting. It'd be easy for him to have "died in the crossfire."
Vin: Out back, its an alley setting, usually most of what we do isn't freerange. You should be able to shoot a five inch target at about 2400 paces on a turn.
Reeve: . . . . I see. I doubt I can do that yet. I'll do my best though.
Voice: He's lowering your expectations so he can take you by surprise.
Vin: You'll be amazed at what a little shot can do.
Voice: Don't you see? He's playing this rookie thing up, but you saw how he was with Letty. He's a con artist. Don't trust him.
Voice: Yeah, good, make sure he knows you expect him to do well. Has this bitch ever BEEN in a fight before? Betcha he vomits all over, then you'll have to take the carpet with you.
Reeve: Um. Right. Let's.. try it then.
Voice: Don't trust him don't trust him don't trust him.
Voice: So easy to kill. You'll be doing the Turks as a whole a favor.
Voice: Don't let Scarlet down.
Vin: *Walks into the range and points around* This is point shoot, The target reads back here. And then we'll go to the room shoot.
Reeve: *nods* Got it.
Vin: Watch me first alright?
Reeve: *nods* Understood.
Voice: Shoot him shoot him shoot him claw his face off.
Voice: make it good, keep him scared of you or he'll take your place. Velly likes him better. You should get rid of Veld anyway. You're better.
Voice: Veld doesn't think you're good enough. Veld thinks he's got more potential.
Voice: Velly's scared of you. Remind him why that is.
Vin: *taps target setter* *as it counts down for ten seconds he stands in place.* *targets pop up and VIn shoots like a shooty thing that shoots*
Reeve: *nods* Okay. I can do that. *mimicks Vincent, tapping the setter*waits for the target... and after a slight reaction time, misses* Fuck.
Voice: So easy to destroy claw rip maim chew bite so easy, so rewarding. We know you're better than him. Aren't you?
Vin: *while Reeve is outside* I told you both to SHUT UP, I'm doing my job, Velly was worried about me. Alright? No one's replacing me.
Vin: *walks out* Alright, how about live targets now, small targets later?
Voice: He's worried because he's scared. He thinks you're sick. You're not sick. You're healthy. You're fine.
Reeve: Er, isn't this harder?
Vin: When something's trying to eat you, it's easier to kill, trust me. Don't worry about "aiming" Just let yourself do it. You are enchanced to do this
Voice: The monsters? Oh that'll be fun.
Voice: Haha, do we get to play with him?
Reeve: ....okay. *deep breath*readies his weapon*
Vin: This is just going to be one wolf, alright? You prolly saw a few of them on the way from Junon, usually around Niebel too.
Vin: I'm going to push the lock, you shoot it in the head, I'll be right here in case you miss, they're quick.
Reeve: *nods, swallows* Okay.
Voice: Let it eat him.
Voice: You can't here, Veld will get rid of you then.
Vin: *hits button and watches, cannot help but smile*
Reeve: Woahshit *fires a few times, manages to get the wolf's ear on the third shot*
Reeve: *falls over, jumped by the wolf, but rolls away from teeth and aims up at the chin, firing, killing it not-so-neatly* FUCK.
Vin: *pulls wolf off of Reeve and offers hand* Four shots? It'll have to do, remember these guys can shoot back.
Reeve: *takes it gladly, standing up, staring at the wolf* Fuck
Reeve: Yeah.. I.. I'll be fine in the real thing.
Voice: He'll die. Let him.
Voice: Can't be held responsible. Veld's fault for asking you to take the rookie.
Voice: If he's dead he can't paw on Letty either.
Vin: *nods* Well, you did better than the last rookie... *Starts walking* You any good at breaking and entering?
Reeve: I can open tumbler locks... and things like saves usually. Not that good but I know how.
Vin: *smirks* Good, that'll come in handy. We need to break into the building, probably fire-escape, work the window open and hopefully beat this guy and his bodyguards to the hotel. We plug him and get out, leave NOTHING behind.
Reeve: *nods* Understood, Mr. Va.. Vin.
Voice: You could leave *him* behind.
Vin: *is silent out to the car and in the car he drives, leaving small talk to Reeve*
Reeve: *doesn't want to talk, not optimistic about this and feeling a little sick*still has wolf blood on him*
Voice: I bet Scarlet mothered him. She's like that. Clueless.
Voice: He's hitting on his fucking mother.You're not going to stand for that are you? *doesn't understand mothering without actually being the mother*
Voice: Oh gods, Helly. Don't you get it? She's doing the little petting things she does with Vin.
Voice: He's taking over. And he can't even shoot a target. You think he can kill a person?
Voice: Oh. I understand. I see. He just pushed Vin right out of the picture, Is ee.
Voice: You're right; never able to kill a person. More of a liability than an asset. He'll get Vin killed then Letty will baby him and make him feel better.
Vin: *Grips wheel and digs for a smoke**offers to Reeve* *internal* SHUT UP.
Voice: "It's not your fault, Vin just screwed up." And she'll pet him and kiss him.
Voice: Maybe they'll get even closer than that.
Vin: *growls*
Reeve: *blinks*takes the cigarette* Um. Sorry.. thanks..
Voice: Bonding over Vin's death. Too bad. He could have just killed the rookie.
Vin: *internal* Not my business, anyway...
Vin: Letty rolled em. She's got good ones.
Reeve: *lights up*offers a light to Vin* Are good. Thanks.
Voice: See how he reacts? You are good.
Vin: *smokes* No problem, you looked a little green
Voice: It's your business and you know it. You're not going to let this punk usurp you, take your salary...
Reeve: Um, yes. Must be left over from the shots.
Vin: *parks* Alright, we walk the rest of the way. *still smoking*
Reeve: *nods*gets out of the car* I'll follow...
Voice: I don't trust him enough to let him get behind me.
Vin: *waits for him* No, we walk together. I don't like people behind me.
Reeve: *blink*nods*walks next to him*
Voice: That's right. Keep him where you can see him.
Vin: *twitches at Voices and walks to the hotel and points up* Jump up pull the fire escape down.
Reeve: *bothered by the twitching*does as told, not er, all that quiet about it. Fire escapes are clattery things*
Vin: *flinches and does an automatic check for cops*
Vin: *sighs* Let's do this... *Starts up fire escape*
Reeve: *runs after him, gun at the ready*
Target: *inside his hotel room talking to his bodyguard* Fucking dumbasses at Shinra probably still don't realize I embezzled all that cash.
Vin: *stops at window* Cover me wouldja? *starts to break into bedroom window all sneekyturklike*
Reeve: *not sure how to cover him so keeps a look out*
Target: *blinks* Do you feel a draft all of the sudden?
Vin: *freezes*
Bodyguard, who I will name Mr Bumble: Er... no?
Target: *nods*settles down on a chair* Fucking hotel, first that stray cat outside causing noise and now a fucking draft in the fucking room.
Target: *stands up again promptly and looks at the air vent* Unless the AC finally decided to work?
Vin: *gets window open and motions for Reeve to stay put a moment and edges to listen for people in the other room*
MrBumble's buddy, MrPeep: Did you guys hear anything?
Target: No, it's definitely a goddamn draft. Hear something? So check it out, dumbass.
MrPeep: *nods and goes into bedroom*
Vin: *grabs from behind and twists neck*
MrPeep: X_X
Target: *calls in* Find anything?
Vin: *motions for Reeve to come in*
Voice: oooo that felt good... do it again!
Target: Jesus, fucker won't answer... *goes into other room*Reeve: *sneaking into the room*stares at dead body and then at Target*
Voice: Let's have blood this time. I like blood.
Vin: *Grabs to break Target's neck like last time*
Voice: Warm and red and dark and tasty and I could drink it, bathe in it, let's have blood I want blood, blood, give me blood...
MrBumble: *runs in gun drawn*
Target: *snap* x_x
Reeve: *raises gun and shoots pretty much blindly*
Voice: Ah , the noise. The fucking noise.
MrBumle: *bleeding flees*
Vin: *runs after MrBumbles*
Reeve: *curses and jumps out the window, down the fire escape and through the front door after sheathing his weapon, in case Bumbles is coming out the front*
MrBumbles: *hits the elevator*
Vin: *hops stairs* Godddamnit!
Voice: What WAS that, he was RIGHT FUCKING THERE
Voice: Then he fucking ran away. Told you he was a liability.
Voice: You have to kill the liability.
Reeve: *in the lobby area, debating whether he should run for the stairs or if Bumbles is stupid enough to wait for the elevator*
Voice: If you can catch him. Pussy can't even stick around to finish a job.
Vin: *kicks door open to the front*
MrBumble: *elevator opens*
Reeve: *blinks at Bumble, charges into the elevator, and knees him in the stomach*not going to shoot him in the lobby*presses door close*
Vin: *blinks* Well I'll be damned.
Elevator: *muffled sound of a gunshot*
Vin: *peers out at lobby* *strides out to the security desk*
Vin: *kicks door in, fires three times* *starts digging out the tapes*
Voice: See, he CAN kill someone.
Voice: Unless he got himself killed.
Reeve: *comes down the stairs a few minutes later, a bit bloody, but acting as if he doesn't notice*finds Vincent* ...why a.. oh, security tapes.
Voice: SEE. He's fine. He's going to kill you next. It's all an act.
Reeve: *looks at the monitors and the control panel and opens up the bottom of the panel, snipping a few choice wires*
Vin: *Tucks tapes in a bag from dead secuirty guard number three*
Vin: Wiring knowledge?
Reeve: Yeah. Hell of a lot easier than that stunt back there.
Vin: *sort of panting from this stairrun* Meaning?
Reeve: Meaning it's easier to make the security systems malfunction than break into a fucking window and kill people.
Reeve: Too bad the job is to kill people. Shit.
Reeve: Let's just get out of here. Is there anything else we need to do?
Vin: Get the fuck back out that window before the cops show up, clean the elevator and get the body back in the room.
Vin: I'll let Veld know you work well with wirings...
Voice: DONT talk him up! Christ, you WANT to get fired. Do you know that they don't FIRE Turks? They'll donate you to the labs.
Reeve: . . . he should already. I assumed that's why I was hired. How the hell do I clean up the elevator quickly?
Voice: Hojo would love that.
Vin: We've got stuff in the car, strip the tile out.
Reeve: We have time to go to the car? Ugh. I'll move the body and start stripping. *runs off to do that*
Vin: *rushes to car and gets cleaning stuff and runs back*
Voice: He's good... for a college brat
Voice: Rookie's calling shots now, though. He really will replace you.
Voice: Oh yeah...hell, he's older than you anyway. And educated.
Voice: And Veld even said you're hard to get along with. People don't like you, Vincent.
Voice: All the more reason to kill them all
Voice: Don't forget that arrogant bitch, Lucy.
Voice: Thinks she's God's gift to men. She'd look better soaked in blood.
Voice: She prolly wants a pedagree before she blows you.
Voice: But I bet she would
Vin: Shut. Up.
Voice: You'd like that wouldn't you? You can make it happen.
Reeve: *blinks at Vin* I didn't...
Vin: Not you.Vin:... just... you done?
Reeve: *stares* Not me...? Er.. yeah. Body moved, tile stripped. Gimme something to clean the hall carpet with.
Vin: *pulls out carpet blade* We take it with us
Vin: If anyone walks in, kill em.
Vin: *starts tearing up carpet*
Reeve: *blinks* Yeah...*prays no one comes up*
Voice: Shoot him. Oooo no, Rip him apart, rip his arm off.
Voice: Carpet blade carpet blade wants a new friend. And the silly rookie should really meet his end.
Voice: Hey that was all lyrical.
Voice: Thank you. I try.
Voice: Let's get him drunk in the slums and sell him to someone. That'll be messy.
Voice: But then we can't watch him bleed. I want to see his pretty educated blood.
Voice: We could sell him and watch... then kill them both. Oooo that would be fun. I bet he screams.
Vin: *rubs head* I think I need a beer.
Voice: I want to hear him scream. Let's hear him scream in agony and fear.
Reeve: Jesus, me too. I thought you were used to this though?
Vin: It's been a long week.
Vin: *hauls up carpet* Nice job.
Reeve: *takes part of the carpet to help* Thanks... let's get out of here... cops should be showing up soon.
Vin: *slides down fire-escape and walks to car, lighting up another smoke and gives one to Reeve* I was scared shitless the first time I killed someone, you did good.
Voice: WHY are you making friends? Too late to have people like you.
Voice: Don't trust him don't trust him!
Vin: You ever just need your brain to slow down?
Reeve: Thanks... *as soon as he gets to the car, practically collapses on the seat, shaking* Brain slow down? I'm not sure what you mean.
Vin: My head... it goes too fast sometimes, like I can't be alone, keep thinking. It has to be the shots, or something.
Vin: But then Velly gets all dumb after his. He can't think, can't remember. I usuall hide his stuff or re-arrange his desk then. He can't remember things.
Reeve: *nods, not really listening* Oh. That's good.
Vin: You alright? Not going to be sicker nothin?
Reeve: Yes. *still shaking quite a bit* I have.. blood all over me.
Vin: *not so sure that Reeve is in fact not going to hurl all over the place* You want me to pull over for a minute?
Reeve: I want a shower. *staring at his lap* ...just.. can we go to where I can take a shower?
Voice: You are NOT feeling sorry for him. You were fuckin 15 first time you killed someone, no company help either.
Voice: Vin's not feeling sorry for him. Vin's just getting the job done. Right, Vinny-boy? You're gonna kill him once you're away from the cops. I still want my rookie blood.
Vin: *pulls into another apartment and codes himself in* You can shower at my place, alright?
Voice: And then we can dismember him in the bathroom!
Voice: Easy to clean a bathtub.
Reeve: *shaking almost too much to walk proper, now that the adenaline's gone is a complete wreck*just nods*
Vin: *in his head* Shut up, alright, the poor guys going to cry or puke or something he's not hurting anyone...
Voice: Yet.
Vin: Ya need help walkin?
Voice: Oh, how nice. Vinnie's getting scammed by him too.
Reeve: N..I should be okay..ohgodpleasetellme there's no elevator..
Vin: *gets out and helps Reeve up* There is, just... get sick outside or in the bathroom alright?
Voice: He grabs your ass, I'LL come out and kill him for you.
Voice: See, now you're all close and he can be wtih you. Just like earlier with Letty.
Reeve: *leaning on Vin a bit heavily* ...won't get sick. *will almost certainly get sick on the elevator*
Voice: Well I suppose he's kinda pretty.
Vin: you sure?
Voice: I wouldn't say pretty, but yes, I think he's sure.
Reeve: ...just don't stand next to me on the elevator...
Vin: You can't vomit on the elevator... *gets a very large bar cup from the backseat of his car* Here...
Voice: Jesus, what is it with you Turks and your parental complexes.
Voice: Besides, haven't you ever heard of tough love? What if there was still someone out here to kill him? You're doing him no favors.
Reeve: *takes cup*at the thought of puking, very nearly does, but manages not to and makes his way, with help inside*shaking a little less*winces at the sight of the elevator*
Reeve: *has quite possibly just given himself an elevatorophobia*
Vin: *helps Reeve to the elevator* *totally lives on the 10th floor and its an older shakey lift*
Reeve: *makes good use of the cup*
Vin: *nods* I got sick too...
Voice: Don't admit your weaknesses.
Voice: OH get him to trust you. Then when he falls asleep, gut him
Vin: Can you walk?
Reeve: *grimacing*wants off the elevator badly*
Elevator: *LURCHES to a halt and opens doors*
Reeve: *nod* Yeah.. I can...ohgod *makes use of the cup again*
Vin: *holds door*
Voice: Hahahahaha! Yes. Hang him up from a meat hook and play with him.
Reeve: *zooms off the elevator*whoosh!*
Vin: Guess you walk fine. *walks to his door and opens it* Dump the cup in the toilet and take a shower if you want. *flops on the couch*
Reeve: *does so, and takes a longass shower*can't get clean it seems*
Vin: *calls Scarlet* Heya Letty. No, he lived. No, it went pretty Smooth, Velly'll be happy with him. He can't shoot for piss though. makes up for it with wiring. A beer? Maybe, I'll see when he gets out of my damned shower.
Reeve: *comes out, wearing a towel* I'm borrowing some fucking clothes. *wanders through the apartment until he finds Vin's bedroom*
Vin: *jumps* EXCUSE The fuck out of me?
Voice: SEE SEE!
Reeve: Got fucking blood all over mine. Not wearing them.
Voice: *insane laughter* Ohhh, kill him
Vin: *storms into bedroom and goes through closet, Reeve's a bit smaller than he is* *hands over some pants and a teeshirt*
Reeve: *takes them, dresses* Thank you.
Vin: You drink guinness?
Reeve: *yes, totally dropped his towel and dressed right there*
Reeve: I drink anything.
Voice: You aren't going to drink me away tonight...easily.
Vin: *drinking makes the voices go away* *tosses Reeve a beer* You alright?
Reeve: *accepts*drinks* Not in the least. I feel like I still have fucking blood all over me. I killed him. FUCK.
Voice: Hm, he's excitable. Stay sober. He might try to kill you now
Voice: Heh, Vin can take him.
Vin: It gets easier...
Voice: True. But he'll want our help.
Vin: If it makes you feel better those guys were theifs that liked to smack people around. They woulda ended up doing something really bad sooner or later.
Reeve: *sits down* That almost makes it worse. That it'll get easier.
Vin: *has killed two beers now and is on his third to shut the damn voices up*
Vin: *shrugs* I was pretty used to it when I started I suppose.
Reeve: . . . I don't want to get used to it. Fuck. *drinking more than a guest should really help himself to*
Vin: You did take the job.
Reeve: Fuck the job.
Vin: Careful, don't let ShinRa hear you say that. *drinks* Let me put it this way. Most of these guys? They're assholes anyway. I've only killed a few people that didn't earn it.
Reeve: *shakes head* Still. It's hard being the one to do it. I don't.. I'll do the job. I'll handle it.
Vin: Ya don't got a chocie now. Sorry to say.
Reeve: And I said I'd do it. *getting annoyed* Jesus. I can fucking handle it.
Reeve: Don't you think I can? So what if I'm not okay the first time I killed someone. I couldn't ride bike my first fucking time either.
Reeve: FUCK. It's fine. I'll do it. *drinks*
Vin: *chuckles* I never said you did, you're the one convincing yourself. Shit, I never went to school and I know that much. *Is so goddamn happy the voices have shut up*
Reeve: *blink* Jesus, you can laugh?
Vin: *really laughs now* Yeah, when I'm wasted.
Vin: *doesn't seem wasted yet*
Reeve: Huh. When I start getting paid, I'll damn well buy you a drink then. *gets vulgur when drunk*
Vin: Fuck that, I usually steal credit cards. Veld bought these beers, so drink up.
Reeve: *snickers*takes him up on it and drinks*
((Aw, bonding))
((*DED* I'm picturing Reeve coming into work with Vincent the next morning.. late.. hungover... in Vinnie's clothes...))
((THIS MUST HAPPEN))
((Veld will DIE))
((AHAHAHA))
((XDDD))
Vin: Honestly, the job ain't bad. *kicks shoes off and goes to change out of Turksuit* Like I said, beats my alternatives.
Vin: *is sooooo happy the voices are gone*
Reeve: Theoretical pay good? *very happy that Vincent's less homicidal now*
Vin: Full benifits, interesting work, damn good pay, free room and board. Yeah, not too bad.
Reeve: Good. Good to know. I want to get paid.
Reeve: Think there'll be a use for my engineering? Or'm I just always gonna... do this sort of thing?
Vin: Fuck if I know, man. *Flops down next to Reeve on the couch with four more beers* We can always use wireguys. Letty usually does that sort of thing too. You got a degree? You could try for a board position er something.
Reeve: Yeah. Certified from Midgar U... heh. There's no board job for me. This is fine. Rather do intelligence work though.
Reeve: *pause* Scarlet does that kinda stuff too? I'll be working with her a lot then?
Vin: Yeah and keep yer hands to yerself, she's damned naive.
Vin: Stupid kid, she forgets she's pretty.
Reeve: ....naive? What, she never had a boyfriend?
Vin: *shrugs* Not that she's let on. She likes to sit at home with her cat. She goes out with us a lot, but eh, she's just... Letty.
Reeve: Huh. She's damned pretty. I'm not gonna do anything she doesn't wanna do. Shit, that wouldn't be right.
Vin: Her parents are like, right from the commune hippies. She just doesn't think like most people
Vin: Good, cause I'd hate to eviscrate you, I am startin ta like ya.
Reeve: Hmph. Ain't gonna cancel our date, either. Hippy, huh? *frowns* That's kinda weird.
Vin: yeah, hippies, hence the cigarettes that kick ass and all the herbal fixes. She don't do counter drugs.
Reeve: *nods* Huh. I never thought that shit had any merit to it, but.. that was a damn good fag.
Reeve: You're not datin' her, right?
Vin: Letty?! Fuck no, that'd be like fuckin my sister.
Reeve: *nod* Good. You just seemed a little jealous... I won't .. *considers*... scam her.
Vin: Scammin means you're jones'n on her.
Reeve: ...oh. Then no, I'll definitely do that.
Reeve: Oh, God. Can I just lay down for a second?
Vin: *tilts head* yeah, see ya in the mornin.