(no subject)

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

I really don't regret my actions.

Comments

[fritz4now.livejournal.com]

Anything specific?

Or is your cricket just squished on the bottom of your shoe?

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

Oh, definitively some specific ones.

[fritz4now.livejournal.com]

Ah. Well. Regret can be a pain in the arse.

People giving you a hard time?

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

Not yet, but I figure any time now they'll start trying... But not going to work.

[fritz4now.livejournal.com]

Oh? About what?

If you don't mind my asking.

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

You really don't, huh? Asshole.

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

Hello Siobhan. Aidan has already punched me. You and Lester are avenged.

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

You work that way, I don't. You're never going near Lester again, you hear me?

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

I wasn't planning on it, but if that makes you feel better.

[witchsson]

Fine.

[ Aidan is just sitting on a step outside, half smoking and half eating cold vegi Chinese. You aren't getting past him to come inside, but he isn't going to drive you away from just standing outside. ]

I don't regret mine. We're even.

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

[He's also smoking. He owns the property across the street which is where he was going. You know, the shop Siobhan wants to open...]

Oh good. Because I cared about that.

[witchsson]

You're implying I care about your lack of regret.

[ He blows smoke idly, shoots Vance a flat look. Please. ]

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

But you don't. That's nice.

If you'll excuse me now. I have things to do.

[fritz4now.livejournal.com]

Anything specific?

Or is your cricket just squished on the bottom of your shoe?

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

Oh, definitively some specific ones.

[fritz4now.livejournal.com]

Ah. Well. Regret can be a pain in the arse.

People giving you a hard time?

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

Not yet, but I figure any time now they'll start trying... But not going to work.

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

You really don't, huh? Asshole.

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

Hello Siobhan. Aidan has already punched me. You and Lester are avenged.

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

You work that way, I don't. You're never going near Lester again, you hear me?

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

I wasn't planning on it, but if that makes you feel better.

[witchsson]

Fine.

[ Aidan is just sitting on a step outside, half smoking and half eating cold vegi Chinese. You aren't getting past him to come inside, but he isn't going to drive you away from just standing outside. ]

I don't regret mine. We're even.

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

[He's also smoking. He owns the property across the street which is where he was going. You know, the shop Siobhan wants to open...]

Oh good. Because I cared about that.

[witchsson]

You're implying I care about your lack of regret.

[ He blows smoke idly, shoots Vance a flat look. Please. ]

[hired-for-m.livejournal.com]

But you don't. That's nice.

If you'll excuse me now. I have things to do.