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27-Lyyyyyyyyyle.

What the fucking fuck. Lyle is my brother? The fucking scumbag hit on me.

I'm going to go back and shoot off his fucking scrotum for this.

[ooc: Parker opened the letter from her mother, but isn't really any better for it. Yet. Maybe. But she found out just before she "died" that she had a twin who was taken away at their birth. The Centre is fucked up. And, he's a murderous douchebag whom she already wants to kill, and has tried to kill her multiple times.]

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[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.

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