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[exercisethemind]

A port? So this place does stop, then. Well, this should be interesting, considering the season.

Valentine's Day? No thanks. I'll just stay here.

[Slow inhale, almost as if he's sucking on a cigarette.]

Though, I have to admit, the thought of that kind of theme in a port is a little amusing. The first one and it's on Valentine's Day.

[Another pause.]

Do you know what the best part of Valentine's Day always was? The candy. Totally the candy. I would take some of that candy right now. [He dissolves into laughter and the transmission cuts.]


[[ooc: So...because Arthur's combination of ignorance at Pollux's world and his acceptance of herbal remedies, Pollux has scored himself some, well...you can guess. It's certainly not cigarettes. XD]]

Comments

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

My wife loved that chocolate to death. I'm pretty sure it was the only reason I was supposed to remember.

[Private]

...You're fucking wasted, aren't you? Where'd you get that?

Private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

I am...nothing.

And it's not the chocolate. Those sweet candy things with the words. Yeah. That is good stuff.

Re: Private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Oh, love hearts.

You're TOTALLY wasted. Where d'you get that shit?

Private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Just cigarettes. [Have a laugh. A long, long laugh.]

And you can't have any.

Re: Private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

I don't want any.

I just want to know where you got the pot, kid. Who's getting away with dealing?

Yeah, I'm not fuckin' dumb.

Re: Private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

I'm not a kid!

And what will you give me for telling?

Re: Private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

...Couple of cigarettes. I've got some going.

Come on, it's not like I'm going to do anything about it, I'm just curious who's in the market, kid.

Oh, and I'm quite probably older than you, so it'll be kid.

Private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

I have cigarettes, thanks.

Plenty of them.

I'm not much of a smoker, anyway. [MORE LAUGHING]

Re: Private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Aaaaaaaaaalright, so you're stoned off your ass.

C'mon, tell me, or I'll go get your warden before you throw a whitey.

Private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Ohhhhh, he won't care.

Did you know my warden is Arthur? King. Arthur.

Re: Private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Is he a little Welsh wanker, or what?

Why wouldn't he give a crap?

Private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

I don't know what he is.

And he wouldn't because he doesn't care. [Yes, he did just sing that last part.]

Re: Private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Dammit, I wish my warden didn't care.

Private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Who is your warden?

Re: Private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Uhura, if you've met her.

Private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Uhura? As in Star Trek Uhura?

Re: Private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Yep, that's the one.

Private

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

Every geek's dream.

Re: Private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Well, you go wank yourself to sleep over that.

Because I certainly ain't a fucking geek.