[There's a moment where she wants to claim that her brush with a demon wasn't as close of a call as his, but, couple of things there: One, it's not like she knew that was the case when she slept with Monika, and, two, oh yeah, she knowingly slept with Monika.
So she's gonna keep her mouth shut on that one.]
Guess so. We're great at this survival thing, huh?
[Like, technically, since they're still alive...]
Did you just sleep with him because of sex cooties or were you into him beforehand?
I wasn't exactly resisting it. Can't say I was over the moon about him, but he seemed pretty sensible, and the guy cleans up good when you've got him out of that jumpsuit.
Kinda nice to fuck somebody who can fight back, y'know?
I do know, as a matter of fact. You should see the material I'm working with back in Letterkenny. One look at my tits and their whole damn spine slides right out their ass. It's not charming.
[She's never going to back down on the commanding air she uses to inspire that reaction, but like, it's nice, sometimes, when it doesn't work. She takes another pull on the cigarette, thinking.]
Too bad about Aizawa, though. Now there's a fella I wouldn't mind seeing you go at.
[It's an annoying question, although there's no good reason for it to be. Haymitch only knows her boys through what she's told him, and what she's told him hasn't been kind. It's not fair, but she purses her lips anyway.]
They could more than stand to clean up their act, but they've got it in 'em. It's not like I've got much of a selection in Letterkenny. Reilly and Jonesy are... fun, I guess. Beats pickin' stones.
[She shrugs.]
Stewart's a lot like Nathan. More of a degen, though. Meth's got the best of him these past few years.
[He makes a soft noise, a grunt of acknowledgement. He knows the type, or at least knows too many people who are nothing more than their addiction. He, himself, is not too far from that, but at least alcohol is better than morphling or meth.]
But you still care about him. Even if it's shitty. Even if they let you down.
Someone ought to. My brother's a good man, but he can be petty, and same could be said for most of the folks in Letterkenny. Stewart's loudest qualities make him a skid, so he's a skid, end of story. It's for simplicity's sake.
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So she's gonna keep her mouth shut on that one.]
Guess so. We're great at this survival thing, huh?
[Like, technically, since they're still alive...]
Did you just sleep with him because of sex cooties or were you into him beforehand?
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I wasn't exactly resisting it. Can't say I was over the moon about him, but he seemed pretty sensible, and the guy cleans up good when you've got him out of that jumpsuit.
Kinda nice to fuck somebody who can fight back, y'know?
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I do know, as a matter of fact. You should see the material I'm working with back in Letterkenny. One look at my tits and their whole damn spine slides right out their ass. It's not charming.
[She's never going to back down on the commanding air she uses to inspire that reaction, but like, it's nice, sometimes, when it doesn't work. She takes another pull on the cigarette, thinking.]
Too bad about Aizawa, though. Now there's a fella I wouldn't mind seeing you go at.
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[He gives her a lazy sort of smile.]
Guess it'll have to be Nathan.
[Although . . . hm.]
So what's the appeal with those boys, huh? You don't seem too impressed.
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[It's an annoying question, although there's no good reason for it to be. Haymitch only knows her boys through what she's told him, and what she's told him hasn't been kind. It's not fair, but she purses her lips anyway.]
They could more than stand to clean up their act, but they've got it in 'em. It's not like I've got much of a selection in Letterkenny. Reilly and Jonesy are... fun, I guess. Beats pickin' stones.
[She shrugs.]
Stewart's a lot like Nathan. More of a degen, though. Meth's got the best of him these past few years.
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But you still care about him. Even if it's shitty. Even if they let you down.
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Someone ought to. My brother's a good man, but he can be petty, and same could be said for most of the folks in Letterkenny. Stewart's loudest qualities make him a skid, so he's a skid, end of story. It's for simplicity's sake.
[...]
No one's that simple, is the thing.