Date: 2020-06-16 09:15 pm (UTC)

dog_eat_dog: (and the wind licks at you)
From: [personal profile] dog_eat_dog
"Both," she replies. "Well, sort of. Fuel is technically contraband, so it's just credits for water usage and electricity. Kind of the way the running water works here –– but every time you turn it on, it costs you."
Date: 2020-06-17 02:27 pm (UTC)

dog_eat_dog: (the first time i saw you)
From: [personal profile] dog_eat_dog
“Don’t I know it,” she replies. “Never seems to stop anyone from doing it anyway, though.”
Date: 2020-06-18 11:14 am (UTC)

dog_eat_dog: (there's no replacement for places)
From: [personal profile] dog_eat_dog
“Yeah. I used to want to do something about that, but now I know the system works just fine for me. Just don’t get caught and it’s fine.”
Date: 2020-06-18 06:59 pm (UTC)

dog_eat_dog: <user name=quarantinezone> (i'm just holding on for tonight)
From: [personal profile] dog_eat_dog
She rolls her eyes a little, just to be contrary, but she smiles too.

"Uh huh," she replies. "Seeing as you figured your shit out first, that makes it easier for me."
Date: 2020-06-18 07:14 pm (UTC)

dog_eat_dog: <user name=quarantinezone> (here comes the shame)
From: [personal profile] dog_eat_dog
She catches it and opens up the door, and she tosses it back.

"Good thing I like playing it by ear," she replies. The best plans survive that way, evolving, adapting. "You competitive, Arthur?"
Date: 2020-06-18 07:23 pm (UTC)

dog_eat_dog: <user name=quarantinezone> (i'm just holding on for tonight)
From: [personal profile] dog_eat_dog
"I think it's less about how you feel about winning and more about how you feel about losing," she replies, amused.
Date: 2020-06-18 07:29 pm (UTC)

dog_eat_dog: (just as it was being built)
From: [personal profile] dog_eat_dog
"Not me," she says. "If I lose, I'm taking everything back and then some in the next hand."
Date: 2020-06-19 11:48 am (UTC)

dog_eat_dog: (i ever got to know)
From: [personal profile] dog_eat_dog
“And if they were serious about it, they’d dish out more than they just took,” she replies. A grin: “And then some.”
Date: 2020-06-19 11:55 am (UTC)

dog_eat_dog: <user name=quarantinezone> (i'm just holding on for tonight)
From: [personal profile] dog_eat_dog
A shrug.

“I like a little excitement. You do too.”
Date: 2020-06-20 08:19 pm (UTC)

dog_eat_dog: (they need to learn)
From: [personal profile] dog_eat_dog
"Wow," she replies, grinning. "Almost convincing."
Date: 2020-06-20 08:48 pm (UTC)

dog_eat_dog: <user name=quarantinezone> (i'm just holding on for tonight)
From: [personal profile] dog_eat_dog
"Arthur Morgan, any warden of mine would rightfully burst into flames crossing the threshold."

She puts out a hand for that bottle.
Date: 2020-06-21 12:43 pm (UTC)

dog_eat_dog: (at night)
From: [personal profile] dog_eat_dog
Her smile flickers. She knows she gets attached quick, but she lets go just as fast; admitting out loud to being fond of anyone makes loss more difficult. That’s grim, though, and she’d rather not be. She plays it off, voice light:

“You’re fine. I figured we’d be friendly the first time we met.”
Date: 2020-06-21 08:00 pm (UTC)

dog_eat_dog: <user name=quarantinezone> (sun is up)
From: [personal profile] dog_eat_dog
"The Admiral has some real shit ideas, but he had a good one here," she agrees. If she has to change her ways, if any of this has to happen, she's glad it's with someone she can at least share a drink with. "Not sure what'll come of it, but I'm sure we'll have a good time."

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