yourunichase | 27-Lyyyyyyyyyle.

This is why knowing who your brother is is a good thing. Fucking hell. Fucking hell.

~~makes me rather glad my brother was obviously mine.~~

He fucking took several shots at me too. And tried to have me fucking blown up.

~~Of course I shot him too~~.

There is not enough fucking scotch in the world for this.

At least my fucking brother's too much of a pansy to try that one.

...that fucking sucks, though. I'd offer you some, but I'm fresh out of anything with slightly addictive qualities.

Thankfully my warden gave me access to the fucking pub. Wanna come up for a fucking drink? If nothing else I can steal a god damn bottle.

I'd fucking love it.

...Who the hell is your warden and which God likes you?

Denise.

She's kinda fucking just like me, which is fucking weird.

...that's fucking freaky indeed. And she's a warden? Fuck me.

I'll meet you outside the pub door in ten minutes. [Eight minutes later, Parker was standing outside the door to the pub, because really... she didn't want to fucking wait any longer. The universe had just kicked her in the metaphoric balls, and really, it just wasn't fucking fair. It was probably a good thing she'd given her gun to West, otherwise she might have actually shot something.]

[Paddy was remarkably grateful that someone was getting him a drink, because he really had had enough of Uhura. At least he could deal with her, now, but she kept just pissing him off. Wasn't quite as bad as crazy brother issues, and boy, did he know that. So he arrived pretty quickly at the pub and gave Parker a nod.] Evening.

[Parker nodded at him in response.] Hey. [Hey was as close as Parker got to a greeting. She opened the door to the pub quickly, and held it open for him.]

[Paddy nodded gratefully and headed into the pub.] You struck fuckin' lucky with this warden, didn't you?

I've had four wardens; they've all let me into the fucking pub and have my smokes. [Well, Croft might not have, but Parker had disappeared before she had the chance to find out. Thank fucking god for that. When they were both inside, Parker climbed over the bar quickly, and grabbed a bottle of scotch and a glass.] Poison?

[Paddy raised an eyebrow, as only one of his wardens so far let him near the pub. It was probably because he had a tendancy to trade the cigarettes and alcohol he did get.] Same, if you would. Unless there's some fucking Irish whiskey back there.

Something about my fucking rapier wit. [The words were spoken quickly in response to the eyebrow; it was either that or her fucking stellar personality. When he asked for Irish Whiskey, Parker poked around behind the bar and pulled out a bottle of Jamison with a small sound of triumph. Setting it on the bar. she grabbed a second glass and shoved both in front of him.] Thank god there's the fucking pub or we'd be rioting every fucking week.

[Paddy took it gratefully and poured himself a drink. A large one.] But a riot's not a riot without some fucking booze, didn't you know? You get drunk and smash some shop windows and bang, riot country.

I musta missed those sorts of riots. We don't have them in Blue Cove. [There was a shrug as she poured herself a large glass, slammed it down and then proceeded to pour herself another and slammed that one as well. The scotch was a familiar burn, and she barely winced as it hit the ulcer in her stomach. Shoulda fucking known that would come roaring back once she was back on fucking board.] But smashing fucking windows always sounds like a good idea.

[Paddy had a drink of his whiskey, sort of wanting to keep up, but mainly just enjoying the fact he had a drink and he didn't have to worry about Uhura thinking he was trying to sell it on. Which he usually was, but that wasn't the point.]

Yeah, my part o'the fuckin' world is rather fucking famous for its civil unrest, so y'know. Smashing windows is always good fucking fun.

Well. That's unspeakably gross.

How'd you find out about it, anyways?

No fucking shit. That little fucking pervert!

...

My Mother's letter.

Ah. Okay.

...wait wait wait. Did he know? Because - okay, not that it's not utterly sick if he didn't, but if he did, then....ew.

Honestly, I don't know. We weren't exactly fucking close.

It doesn't matter, I'm still going to fucking kill him anyway.

I've been looking for a reason to get off my ass and meet with you. This'll work.

Don't get too drunk, 'cause I wanna see you after your pub trip.

All right.

Meet me in Level 1, Room 11 when you're done.

Edited 2010-02-01 00:51 (UTC)

[Parker wasn't too drunk when she showed up at Denise's room. Oh, she'd drunk far too much than was probably good for her, but one good thing about the Barge was that there was no one to fucking give you a god damn DUI. She knocked quickly on the door, really wanting to get this over with and get back to her fucking room where she could get shitfaced and fucking fall asleep.]

Yeah, I'm comin'.

[After a few moments, Denise answered the door. She looked Parker up and down critically.]

You reek of liquor. [Quips from Denise were black and white; there was either nothing at all or a whole lot of something. She tended to err on the side of exaggeration, simply because she didn't care.] Get in here and sit down. Sit on the bed and I'll shove your ass to the floor.

[She, of course, took the bed. She was the only one who got to use her bed--she and whoever she was banging at the time.]

No shit. [Parker spoke quickly.] I just came from the fucking pub [Parker rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips below her coat before she walked in and dropped into a chair. Hell fucking no she wasn't going to sit on the bed. It just seemed rude to do so; she didn't want anyone's asses on her fucking bed. Unless they were having sex of course.]

So, what the fuck do you wanna talk about?

[She gave Parker 'the eyebrow', a look that asked her if she was, in fact, seriously asking that.] Nothin' big, y'know, it's just you're my inmate and you seriously just found out about your long-lost twin brother. Minor shit like that.

[She sat casually on the bed, legs crossed Indian-style, one arm propped up on her knee in order to rest her jaw in her hand.]

It sucks that your brother's a perverted douche. I'm not gonna ask you how you feel about it, 'cause it's pretty clear--you're pissed, I get that, and you need to blow off some steam before you snap and end up in the shower fully clothed, crying and eating pie or something. [She may or may not know that from experience.] So if you need to work out your aggression go punch shit in the gym--no beating on people, no matter how much they deserve it.

[She wasn't done, of course, but one thing at a time.]

Yeah it fucking does suck. He's a fucking sociopath. He got in with Yakuza and had his fucking thumb cut off. Lyle tried to kill Daddy, and he tried to blow me up. He's a little fucking piece of shit sleaze-bag. I'm fine. I'm just going to kill him if I get home or if he ever shows up here. [And for Parker, both of those things were considerably unlikely. She wasn't going anywhere, and he wasn't going to show up; if he was going to he'd have been here by fucking now.]

Don't worry, I know how to handle my stress. I'm going to go back to my room and get fucked up, then I might fuck someone, and then I'll probably see if anyone's up to a fight. I'm not gonna lose it. This fucking place has already done much fucking worse to me. [And it was true, what with the Borg and Catherine showing up when Parker wasn't here, and the fucked up things at Halloween... and then the latest flood.]

I hope your version of a fight is sparring, 'cause otherwise we're gonna have a problem.

[No, she didn't care if Parker got drunk or slept around. She wouldn't care if she beat the crap out of people, either, if she wasn't in charge of the woman.]

Listen up, because I'm not gonna say this ever again: I like you. You're a total unrepentant bitch and you don't fake apologies for it. I'm not gonna try to change your personality, I think it's fine--but we've gotta work on the things you do and the reasons you do them, and aaaall your other issues.

[She pointed at Parker.] Next time we meet, we're gonna start talking about the shit in your file. I'm holding off now because you just got some pretty craptastic news, and I'd wanna fuck and drink it away too if I were you.

[She waited to see how Parker would react to that.]

Edited 2010-02-01 04:36 (UTC)

That's what I mean. I don't go fucking around hitting people randomly. [Although there were moments when she considered it. Strongly. ]

[When Denise said that she liked Parker, one of her brows rose up quickly; that wasn't something people normally said to her.] I suppose that's fucking healthy considering how a like we are. [The rest she didn't like so well. At all. Parker frowned before she stood up. She didn't leave, she just preferred to be on her feet when she was angry or thinking. At the moment she was both.] Look, there's no fucking need to go onto my issues. Why the fuck would I want to? West has the right fucking idea. There's no point in being a warden, and given that I'm fucking dead I can't go home.

So yeah, I am gonna go drink a lot. And then I may find someone to fuck and I definitely will find something to beat the shit out off. But I'm not going to fucking graduate. It's not worth it.

[Denise smirked.] Oh, it's gonna happen. See, as apathetic as I tend to be about basically anything that doesn't piss me off, I do my work, and I do it well. That includes doctoring, teaching, and all the shit I got hired to do here. I'm not gonna push the issue right now, though, 'cause this is like the worst time.

[She waved her away with a little shooing motion, the smirk still on her face.] Go. Stir shit up, have a blast, don't choke on your vomit, use a condom. Just don't go after Dean--he's still on bed rest. Wait 'til he's out of the Infirmary if you still wanna hit that. [Why no, she didn't have any qualms about sharing a fuckbuddy with her inmate.] For the record, it's worth the wait.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure the four fucking wardens I had before ya felt that way too... right up until they fucking took a walk and left. So I'd get nice and comfy if I were you. Just a fair fucking warning. [Parker shrugged, because as far as she was concerned, it was truth. There was no malevolence intended with it, all a simple statement of fact.]

I owe him one for later. [Parker said with a shrug.] And don't worry, I'm not going to do anything stupid to end up in the fucking infirmary.

Mmm, join the club... Admittedly, I don't think mine knew it at the time.

I don't know if he did or not. It doesn't fucking matter to me in the slightest. If I fucking go home... I'm gonna fucking shoot him.

Can't say as I blame ya'.

Sounds like you're having a damned fun day. What the hell is going on?

Finally opened the letter from my mother.

She said a few things, one of which was telling me who the fuck my twin brother was.

27-Lyyyyyyyyyle.

guess who has brother issues too. funtimes.

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