pc catchall for dick (heh) (unpredicktable)

[uncurtained]

shitpost incoming

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[unpredicktable]

It's fine, really. I... can get a little defensive.

[ an understatement. ]

[uncurtained]

...Then we can settle on both being sorry.

[...]

Come on, let’s do something fun.

[unpredicktable]

[ that takes him by surprise enough that he lets out a laugh-- ]

Yeah? Like what?

[uncurtained]

I don't know about you, but I could use a drink after this weekend.

[unpredicktable]

[ dick gives a mock gasp ]

Shame on you. You know I'm underage.

[uncurtained]

Sometimes I forget you're a baby.

[stop]

Well, I guess I'll just go off on my own, then...

[unpredicktable]

And you're what, a cougar now?

[ they are both terrible. but he gets up from his spot, fluid ]

Fine, fine. I guess I can let you corrupt me.

[uncurtained]

Hurtful.

[She says, as if she didn't just call him a baby. Either way, she's taking his hand again so she can pull him along.]

I'll even make you something. Special treat.

[unpredicktable]

[ he lets out a huff, squeezing her hand a bit ]

Should I be afraid?

[uncurtained]

[As she starts heading towards the pool:]

What, you don't trust me?

[unpredicktable]

When we're heading near a pool? Never again.

[ ;P ]

[uncurtained]

Come on, I told you I satisfied my quota already.

[unpredicktable]

But did you? Did you really?

[uncurtained]

[She presses a finger to her lips and tilts her head in a overstated expression of curiosity.]

I guess we'll find out.

[But here they are, at the pool.]

[unpredicktable]

[ dick dramatically gives the pool a wide berth, even as he follows her ]

Nope. Won't catch me twice.

[uncurtained]

Not right now, I won't.

[That's all she says before she heads to the bar, though, looking over the bottles with a tilt of her head.]

Hm... What flavor are you in the mood for?

[unpredicktable]

[ dick goes over and leans against it as he watches her pick things before answering, a bit wry; ]

Anything without whiskey in it.

[uncurtained]

Not a fan?

[She's grabbing a bottle of tequila and a salt shaker, so it's probably obvious enough she's planning on margaritas.]

[unpredicktable]

More like... someone's idea of how to help me cope last week means I'd rather pass this time.

[ and then like he didn't say shit; ]

Margaritas. Nice.

[uncurtained]

Oh, no. How bad was your hangover?

[She nods.]

Salt on the rim, or no?

[unpredicktable]

Decent. Drank a lot of water.

[ he's smart even when he's drunk, apparently. he tilts his head ]

You gotta go classic, right?

[ he has drank a margarita maybe twice in his life at the most. ]

[uncurtained]

Well, at least it sounds like you didn't mix liquors. Did you throw up?

[She gives him a smile, more to his second comment than her first, before she moves away from the bar to hand him the drink.]

Cheers.

[unpredicktable]

No, but I think that was my first time getting drunk for real.

[ he has superhero work so often it's not exactly. much of an option. he takes his and, because she said cheers, he clinks his drink to hers before drinking because it's Necessary ]

[uncurtained]

I'm impressed it took so long, in a place like this.

[Once she realizes what he's about to do, she raises her glass so he can tap them together easier before she takes a sip.]

[unpredicktable]

Mmm. [ dick sips his own, wondering how much of a downer it would be to mention he had a friend who kinda fell into addiction before deciding on a different, funnier truth: ] I'm impressed you think I don't have way more reckless coping mechanisms.