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[cautionarytale]

Dear Santa,

You don't exist and I hate your holiday. But since you seem to show up here every year and grant wishes, here's mine: kill everyone on this boat. ["Except Vince and Adam" is scrawled in after the fact.]

No love,
Elle


Happy, Admiral? I wrote your stupid Christmas letter!


[private to Howie, after much hesitation]

I'm not alright.

Comments

Re: Private

[queensboulevard.livejournal.com]

Room 12 on level 3, or we could meet somewhere else.

Private - spam?

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

Your place is peachy. I'll be right down.

Spam (if you're down with it)

[queensboulevard.livejournal.com]

[Vince mulled about his room, which was, in actuality, his brother's place from a year ago or so. On the side table, which he'd pulled toward the center of the room had two shooters on it, already filled with tequila, and the broad bottle in between them. As well, he'd stolen two chairs from the common room on the floor above for his room and they sat beside the table.]

Spam - for sure!

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

[Elle arrived at Vince's room a few minutes later, and rapped her knuckles against the door.]

Re: Spam - Yay!

[queensboulevard.livejournal.com]

[Vince glanced up at the knock and put on his most charming smirk to greet her.]

Well look at you.

[With a chuckle, he stepped to the side and gestured for her to come in.]

Spam

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

[Elle smirked back and twirled around him into the room.] "Nice place."

Re: Spam

[queensboulevard.livejournal.com]

[Vince quietly shut the door and watched her for a couple moments.]

I'm just a little sad it isn't my place back home. This is my brother's.

Re: Spam

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

"Your brother's got good taste." [She perched lightly on the arm of one of the chairs.]

Re: Spam

[queensboulevard.livejournal.com]

[Vince grinned over at her.]

He got it for the kitchen, loves to cook.

[But anyways, time to stop talking about Johnny and time to start drinking. So he plopped himself down in one of the chairs and poured out a shooter of tequila.]

So, I gotta ask, where're you from?

Re: Spam

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

"New York. I worked for my dad's paper company." [She a little surprised by how easily that lie still comes.]

Re: Spam

[queensboulevard.livejournal.com]

[Vince's expression immediately lights up.]

What part? I come from Queens.

Re: Spam

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

"Hartsdale. It's just north of the city."

Re: Spam

[queensboulevard.livejournal.com]

[Vince grins at her. He hasn't even heard of anyone else coming from New York and it's just one more thing to connect him to her. He raises his shooter of tequila.]

Think I've been there.