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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Handy's narrator is fail at the moment and failing to think of things to say. So long story short, we find our hero hanging about in the Astral Bar. Alas he seems to be drinking alone though, and that is shameful and sad.

So obviously someone needs to come along and keep him company.

He is behind the bar, trying to figure out what he will be drinking. Being chained to Kisha!Ten was a pain in the behind, to say the least. But now he is FREE! And thus he is chilling at the Astral Bar, celebrating his freedom and things.]

Comments

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he hates you so much and guess what Lucy, he's in your reality so he drops after her]

And you're a bleeding kleptomaniac. Mind giving that back so I can put it back where it belongs?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[now who's invading?!]

It restocks itself. What difference does it make that I take one for myself? It's no different than you sitting there and drinking them all down.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

It's the principle of the matter, which I'm sure is something you wouldn't understand. But regardless.

[crosses his arms, waiting]

Give it back or take it back. One or the other.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

What would you know of principle?

[and just or that? she pours herself a glass and starts drinking]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

More than you would, certainly.

[god he hates you :| He will now be trying to yank that wine bottle back from you]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

You don't even know me.

[but that's her alcohol! you can't have it, Handy. stop taking away the things she waaaaaaaants]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I wish I didn't. Unfortunately I haven't had much of a choice in the matter.

[Lucy, stop taking away the things you have no right tooooooo]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

You've always had a choice. You just never bother making them.

[pot? meet kettle. also if you don't stop trying to take her wine it will be on you]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well I'm making one right now, aren't I? So give it back.

[well he is petty and would rather have it all over him than know she's taken it and is enjoying it. He is very mature, obviously]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

No.

[you're such a brat, Handy! all she wanted was a drink and she even left you alone and everything! why can't you just go awaaaaaaaaaaay?]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[because you had to do the insult/disappear combo without even giving him a chance to fight back. That's cheating. Plus you're a thief and principle and things.....and really just the brattiness, but shut up]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

No.

[you told her to leave, Handy. she left. what more do you want?]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[he wants her to stop coming in and taking things that aren't hers, obviously. Which is not about anything but the wine, of course.]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

No!

[she hasn't taken anything that isn't hers! just because Handy's jealous that she got Ten to like her more--]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Yes!

[she takes EVERYTHING. She even gets shopping trips with Donna :|!]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

I said no!

[lies! and like you'd even appreciate shopping trips you div!]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

And I said yes!

[truths! and he loves shopping trips you whore!]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

What you say doesn't matter!

[pffft. only because you like trying on the lingerie!]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

What you want doesn't matter!

[low blow, Lucy. And he can't help it if it feels nice. *cough* I mean he knows not what your narrative is speaking of]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

What I want is all that matters!

[the narration just shakes its head at you]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[a smile spreads on his face, taunting]

But you never get it, do you? And you never will, Lucy. Not you.

[the narrator plays whores]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[if looks could kill, Handy]

I always get what I want.

[the narration just about spit out its drink, thanks]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[your glares only fuel him on Lucy. His smile grows a little more confident]

Really? And when's the last time that's happened?

[good, it's what the narration deserves. And it had the same effect on this narration with talk of lacy underthings, so the narratives are even]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[don't take away her one weapon!]

What business is that of yours?

[woohoo!]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[why she takes everything else]

Absolutely none until you start taking what's not yours right from out under my nose. Now give it back.

[*snugs*]