Outgoing Text messages:
To: Cam (***-****), Hadrian (***-****)
Message: Sorry anyk & sersakhan, I can’t make this party. My Ace is experiencing some really bad static. I owe her, BIG time. Tell the new guy I’ll bar-tend him under the table, next time.
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I don’t really care when Cam calls me names, ok, I do. It doesn’t quite bother me as much as when I’m just joking around with the guys, and Al keeps telling me to quit fighting. It’s kuso banter! I’ve been bored as hell around the apartment with Cam playing house, Al comes in and brings this cowboy gaijin in and is all over him and I’ve got my problems to boot. I finally get to be part of the drekkin’ conversation and I get jumped on. I can’t even talk? Tanj! The hell with that drek. I’ll get back to them before we have to meet with Frankie. Until then, to hell with those fragged geese.
Hey, it says I have messages. Right. Screw them. I’ll reply when I’m damn good and ready. And sure as hell not to Al. I’ll probably just be accused of fighting with her.
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Power Menu: <reboot> <shut down>
Are you sure you want to shut down? <Yes> <No>
Shutting Down, Good Bye.
*Verizon Jingle, click, black*
How does one explain to a young, delicate flower of an AI who thinks you are a gentle-man that you really enjoy Urban Brawl because you really really like seeing people get the snot kicked out of them? That it gets out lots of stress and frustration watching people hurt each other…without making her think I’m a monster.
<update> Ok, the yelling from the guestroom probably didn’t help the situation. But we are up by 3 points, and our Scouts and Bangers are all down and The Lakota Arrows have the ball.
<update>WE WON! By a point! A single fraggin’ point! 3 of our team is headed to the ER, but 6 of theirs are going to be out for more than a game or two.
Maybe I AM a monster…
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People piss me off…all the time. But when it’s Cam… *sigh* I hate when it feels like the respect is one way. There’s a difference between concern for someone and treating them like a kid, or picking on them. Getting it from a bunch of different angles, and then she sets me up for some sort of sick practical joke. No. Enough.
At least she listened. I don’t know how much she heard.
I apologized to Al about the whole “unwanted attention” thing. I think she took it ok…she didn’t try to punch me again. I’d have stopped her this time.
