091 - Barge's BEST Husband

[soundof_drums]

And just like that, as quietly and without fanfare as she arrived, the wife is gone! So modest, so understated, even in her departure.

Mm.

I could really use some comfort right now.


[Private to Baby]
Happy anniversary, darling. There's a gift in your room, all wrapped up with a pretty little bow.

[OOC: And so, after this post, the Master basically knocked Martha out and laid her unconscious self out on the bed for Baby. Where he waits, too.]

Comments

[tadwizard.livejournal.com]

Hm...let's see...after the bitchy psychopath...tw--no wait. Bite me.

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

You know, after the two thousandth time, that comeback loses all meaning.

[tadwizard.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, not much point in being creative when talking to a sociopath now, is there? Although, I must admit, JD calling you 'thunder thighs' was funny.

In more ways than one.

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

Just because I don't feel bad about killing people doesn't mean I can't appreciate the finer things.

Hey, if you're gonna insult me, at least think of things that have some basis in fact. My lightning doesn't even cause thunder.

[tadwizard.livejournal.com]

Really? Because as far as I can tell? You don't even know what finer things are.

Sure. Your lightening doesn't.

Whatever. You're just a meat grinder. Not much point in talking to you.

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

A fine Chianti, some fava beans and chopped liver, a dead body in the pantry. You gotta learn to appreciate them.

Is that a subtle way of saying I'm fat? 'Cause I don't get it.

[tadwizard.livejournal.com]

You see. That's where you're wrong. The real finer things? Are twinkies dipped in beer, tribble loaf and sex in a bed.

...it was supposed to be.

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

No Tony. The real finer thing is Will Graham.

But I'm not fat - I know I'm not, you know I'm not... so how is it an insult?

[tadwizard.livejournal.com]

Okay. So that kind of failed.

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

Good for you! You finally caught on for once.

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Says the lad courting a homicidal maniac.

[tadwizard.livejournal.com]

I'm not...he's...he told me he wasn't like that. Anymore. And he feels guilty and has feelings and can care about people. He's not like her.

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Oh, and Elle never told you she wasn't like 'that' anymore? How can you be so certain he's any different? Sociopaths are wonderful liars.

Strikes readable if you squint

[tadwizard.livejournal.com]

Actually, no. She's always been proud of killing. Like a dog with a dead bird.

And I don't know

He loves

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

To you, because she dislikes you. Isn't that how the boy is with those who upset him here?

Oooh, love. Now we're talking.

[tadwizard.livejournal.com]

No. He's not. No matter who he talks to, he's ashamed of what he did. And he...maybe he's not...and it's not okay. But he's more than some meat grinder that kills at random and doesn't get why people are upset.

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

According to the rumour mill, a random attempted murder was just what was on the menu today.

Care to try again? Come on, you're so good at throwing stones.

[tadwizard.livejournal.com]

He wasn't trying to kill her! And he didn't kill her and...and this is a new thing and I haven't even figured out what I'm going to do about it, so you can fuck off!

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Hm, what's that? Is that...

Oh! I know! It's the sound of your glass house shattering!

[tadwizard.livejournal.com]

Fuck you!

Private to Tony!

[thatlibbychick.livejournal.com]

I admit, I laughed when he said that. Then I felt sort of bad for it, of course, but that was due solely to the nature of the insult.

Private to Libby

[tadwizard.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but when it's her, does it really count? It's kind of karmic justice in a way. Only not really.