until dawn

” Mind turning that shit down?? I could gouge my ears out, and it still wouldn’t drown out your shitty music taste. “

“ If the old guy wants to put himself to sleep with Mozart, let him. I didn’t even know people hated themselves enough to listen to Mozart. “

“Yes, this is a box of things from my Uncle’s house - not that it’s any of your business - and, no, you cannot see my baby pictures. End of discussion.” 

“ Didn’t say a word. I don’t even care enough to see your baby pictures. “

Excuse me? I’ll have you know I’m the most kindhearted morally corrupt heathen here. Now give me that— You’re not allowed near power tools. 

“ Quite a title that I’m sure is well deserved. “

“Do I want chocolate ice cream or a coffee milkshake? Seriously, I need help.”

“ Neither. You want the ability to make your own decision. “

“How exactly is one supposed to avoid their godfather who also happens to be their boss?”

“ I would suggest walking out of the room anytime he appears. “

“Did I ever tell you you confuse the shit out of me?  But in a totally good way.  You make me question everything, which is important, right?”

“Oh!  I didn’t know you’d be interested in something like that.”

“ I’m an enigma, what can I say? It’s a real talent of mine. Question everything, or whatever hippie stuff. “

“Did you finally give in and fuck the girl? I’m sure she’s a great lay. And I’m sure she genuinely finds your scars a turn on. There are worse ways to go. Me? I don’t… I’m not a photographer. But my mom is. And my first toy was a camera, so I guess I’ve got a few skills. But I’m a people person, I’ve never really enjoyed taking pictures of… things or places.”

“ Between you and me, I’d rather get my teeth pulled, no meds, than touch her with a 10 foot pole. Pfft, who wouldn’t find the scars sexy? -- That’s exciting. My mom’s a screenwriter. Photographer would’ve been much cooler. My knowledge of cameras really begins and ends with my phone. “

“Are you for real? I mean I don’t have a problem with supernatural beings so as long as she doesn’t try to drink my blood, I’m sure we’ll get along well.”

“And uh, I don’t know either. Heh. Just forget it.”

“ No. You wanted someone to tell you how good you looked and I don’t want to go shopping with my sister. I, honestly, wouldn’t question it if I were you. “

“You’re loosing me.  Our lives are an illusion, or the comfort monotonous routine brings is an illusion?”

“You remind me every day.  I’m working on talking less at work, only so you’ll vote for me for employee of the month for July.  Is it working?”

“ Sure. “

“Thank  you…I think. So, the larger the difficulty, the less we have to control it? I could see where that would make sense, but I’m not sure if we lose all control at that point.”

“ Essentially. You sure? You ever hear of crimes of passion? Or crimes of insanity? Both are reduced to you are so overcome by an emotion or delusion or something and you just... lose control completely. “

“Oh, baby, it ain’t gender specific. Who? Wait, I don’t give a shit. What’s up, Sam? You here for somethin’?”

“ You sure? Because it seems that only butch women with anger issues do roller derby. Like much of my life, I’m here for shits n’ giggles. “

“Impressed? I exceeded expectations? That begs the question, then, of just what you expected from me, you know.”

“ What I expect from people in a general sense. I don’t know you well enough to expect anything; Not even a decent hookup. “

“Not exactly. I’m just not sure what you want me to say.”

“ Feel free to contribute or tell me to get my head out of my ass. “

“Thanks, asshole. But as you know, I’m about to die. What’s your excuse?”

“ Do I know that? Well shit, maybe I can use that to my benefit. -- Hubris and self-sabotage. Besides, women dig scars. “

“Umm, I don’t know. This feels shady. Who would loan a good sister? I’m not buying a pig in a poke here, am I?”

“ You’re right, I’m actually giving you a vampire. Be careful. -- And what the fuck are you talking about? “