This Conversation... (Challenge #135) --PG-13
Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 4:24 am
For the Conversational Challenge, 250 words of conversation only. Usual disclaimer...I don't own these guys.
This Conversation...
“Mick. What the hell?”
“Go away.”
“Doubtful. What’re you doing, anyway?”
“What’s it look like?”
“Looks like you’re sitting in full sunshine, drinking, at 10 a.m.”
“Your powers of observation overwhelm me, Joz’f.”
“So tell me what’s going on. And don’t try to be snarky, it doesn’t suit you.”
“I don’t want to talk about it. But I will say, God is cruel.”
“And why is that? This time, anyway.”
“Because all the liquor in the world, won’t get me drunk.”
“That is a drawback. But then again, you don’t have to suffer through the hangovers, either.”
“Be worth it, to be drunk. Once.”
“So, mind if I join you?”
“Don’t care.”
“Okay, talk to me, Mick. Tell me what’s happened.”
“And you care, why?”
“Humor me.”
“I didn’t have a choice, Joz’f. She kidnapped a child.”
“Coraline?”
“Who else?”
“And you took the kid back. So?”
“It’s Coraline. Joz’f, I –I didn’t have a choice. I had to kill her.”
“Wait. You’re telling me, Coraline’s dead?”
“Yeah.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, man, Mick. Killing your sire. You know the Cleaners will take you out for that.”
“Fine. Whatever. Right now I don’t really care."
“How’d you do it, Mick? How’d you kill her?”
“I—I burned her, Joz’f. Okay? I burned her alive.”
“Mick. I know Coraline. I know you. I’m not going to let you die for this.”
“It doesn’t matter, Joz’f. Not anymore.”
“I’m going to leave now, Mick. Pull yourself together. And this conversation?”
“Yeah?”
“Never happened.”
This Conversation...
“Mick. What the hell?”
“Go away.”
“Doubtful. What’re you doing, anyway?”
“What’s it look like?”
“Looks like you’re sitting in full sunshine, drinking, at 10 a.m.”
“Your powers of observation overwhelm me, Joz’f.”
“So tell me what’s going on. And don’t try to be snarky, it doesn’t suit you.”
“I don’t want to talk about it. But I will say, God is cruel.”
“And why is that? This time, anyway.”
“Because all the liquor in the world, won’t get me drunk.”
“That is a drawback. But then again, you don’t have to suffer through the hangovers, either.”
“Be worth it, to be drunk. Once.”
“So, mind if I join you?”
“Don’t care.”
“Okay, talk to me, Mick. Tell me what’s happened.”
“And you care, why?”
“Humor me.”
“I didn’t have a choice, Joz’f. She kidnapped a child.”
“Coraline?”
“Who else?”
“And you took the kid back. So?”
“It’s Coraline. Joz’f, I –I didn’t have a choice. I had to kill her.”
“Wait. You’re telling me, Coraline’s dead?”
“Yeah.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, man, Mick. Killing your sire. You know the Cleaners will take you out for that.”
“Fine. Whatever. Right now I don’t really care."
“How’d you do it, Mick? How’d you kill her?”
“I—I burned her, Joz’f. Okay? I burned her alive.”
“Mick. I know Coraline. I know you. I’m not going to let you die for this.”
“It doesn’t matter, Joz’f. Not anymore.”
“I’m going to leave now, Mick. Pull yourself together. And this conversation?”
“Yeah?”
“Never happened.”