yourunichase | A crack in the mirror.

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A crack in the mirror.

Does anyone else have a weird sense of waiting for something?

[Private to Paddy and Judas, separate-like]

Doing better?

[Private to Aleera]

I wanna talk to you about something?

[Private to Denise.]

So what the hell do I need to do to graduate?

[Private to Jarod-voice.]

Are you alive, wonderboy?

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We're in your room, you idiot.

[Parker said the words quickly, but there was no real venom or fire in them.]

Just... don't okay? Don't think of me any god damn different cause of this bullshit.

Fuck off... alright, I'm fucking dumb.

[He frowned,] Parker, I ain't going to. I know some fucked up shit about some fucked up people, and it don't change a thing. Promise. I'll fucking swear on it.

Not dumb. Just old. And probably drunk.

[She smirked at him then picked up the bottle of whiskey and filled her glass with it, taking a drink.]

Good.

Hey, don't you call me fucking old? Drunk, I'll take, but old is not fucking on, Parker. It just ain't.

Alright, Paddy-cakes. You're not old.

Why aren't you old?

[He frowned at her,]

Just because I'm a grandfather and am fifty fucking something and occasionally forget shit and have grey bits in my beard doesn't make me old.

[Pause]

Okay, maybe it does. But don't say it aloud.

Oh please, fifty isn't that fucking old. I'm god damn thirty-four!

[Parker frowned back and then she took another sip of her drink.]

How about I just think it really loudly?

And my son's fucking thirty two! [He shook his head with a slight laugh,]

I can hear you thinking, you know.

He is fucking not!

[Parker grins at him.]

Yeah? What am I think right now?

You're probably thinking 'actually, he might be thirty two and knocked up some lass when he was 18 then married her because that's how Catholics roll'

[He smirked at her] And now you're thinking 'Jesus Fucking Christ, I'm two years older than his son'.

[Parker smirked back.] Yeeeeah, [She said, drawing out the sound quickly.]

That's exactly what I'm thinking.

[Only she completely wasn't.]

[Paddy grinned and pointed right at her,] See? Fucking genius right here.

Ugh huh. And what am I thinking right now? [She smirked at him again and picked up the bottle, filling her glass. This was fun.]

[He picked up his glass and downed the contents,] I think you're thinking 'fuck, this guy's crazy, I need a drink.'

[Which was nothing like what he was thinking.]

Yeah, [She laughed.] That is definitely what I'm thinking.

Fill me up, would ya?

[He poured her a new drink, then poured himself one.]

Shame. I was almost hoping I was wrong and you had much more sordid thoughts going off. Or something.

Oh were ya.

[Parker grinned at him.]

As a matter of fact I did but then I realized I'm two years older than your son and all that bullshit...

Well, that's just fucking depressing.

Shouldn't try this mind reading business, it only gets me further away from getting laid.

[Parker just stood there and smirked at him]

When you're right you're right.

I should definitely stop this mind reading business by the sounds of things.

Why don't you read my mind right now and see what ya come up?

[Parker grinned at him quickly, and crooked a finger at him.]

[Paddy raised an eyebrow, and then, after a moment, faked a look of shock,] Christ Almighty, Parker, you have hell of a filthy mind.

Now, Paddy-cakes are you sure that's what you're reading in my mind or is that entirely made up of projection? [A beat.] Well, partly made of projection.

Well, I'll give you an element of projection, but I swear to god, you're a filthy minded thing.

[pause]

Not that I'm complaining.

Damn right you're not complaining.

[Parker laughed quickly.]

So are you just going to stand there and read my mind all night?

A crack in the mirror.

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