because the app's nearly finished. B)

[heterophobe]

Would you get the fuck over that 'launch lesbians into space' line? I said it and even I don't find it all that humorous, not when you're reversing it.

No, I don't think it's ironic. I think it's pathetic and so are you, for enjoying it.

What in the hell am I going to do in space? So help me, if you say make friends with psychopaths in spaaaaaaaaaace one more time today, I'm going to find a way to shove my foot so far up your ass that your teeth will fall out and you'll never want to talk again.

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[unparental]

Bright side: we're really not a dry ship. Or a smoke free one, for either meaning of the term.

[ jenna is on and off sanguine about space by now, but the weed and booze helps that. ]

[heterophobe]

Do you abide by the sharing is caring guideline?

[unparental]

Somehow, I fell into the 'token alcoholic and sometimes dealer' role. So, in a nutshell: yes.

[heterophobe]

You and I are going to be spending a lot of time together, in that case.

[unparental]

Mi chronic es su chronic.

[heterophobe]

Don't worry, I'll pay. It's bad karma to freeload off of someone else's stash and I hardly have intentions to ruin a perfectly good future high.

[unparental]

Oh, I fully expect you to pay up, and not just because I live in fear of the day they decide we need a little more temperance with our tranquility. But the new kid special is a freebie-- kind of like a 'sorry about space, here's your particular brand of intoxicant from Jenna, go wild'.

[heterophobe]

You're awfully generous for a dealer. [ then again, samples are how you get people hooked. advertising 101. ] It trumps fruit and flower arrangements on any day. If you ask me, those are shitty excuses for apologies or appreciations. More people should open their minds to receiving a joint with a ribbon tied around it.

[unparental]

It's my first time, I'm sure sooner or later I'll get mean. [ she's the worst dealer in the world, okay. 'hey, i have a sad face and story to go with it, please get me wasted in some fashion' is acceptable currency at the bank of jenna. ] ...How do you feel about PR and/or black markets?

[ jenna is js, she's an awful dealer okay. someone better suited to help would be awesome. ]

[heterophobe]

I'm sure you'll shake off your training wings and start giving beat downs in no time. [ it'd be funny if women weren't so capable of being vicious. and he may be poor as shit at the moment but he's nothing if not creative and determined. he'll find some kind of payment. ] Typically, I'm more into being paid for my services but since I'm not coming in loaded, I can't turn up my nose at bartering to lend a hand.

To answer the second part, black markets serve their purpose, same as anything else. [ selling is a different spin on things. he's a recreational user, not a drug pusher. ] Are you propositioning me?

[unparental]

That's me-- I'm a real bruiser. [ jenna darling you can snap people's necks like it ain't no thang now, maybe that joke should be retired. ] We're all back to the barter system, now. My hairtie collection is now worth more than the money in my wallet.

Potentially-- yes. [ fine, she's a little weirded out demanding things, still-- she's more likely to give away her personal stash than sell anything right out. ]

[heterophobe]

It'll be like a crash course in prison life. I can buy all the good shit worth eating with cigarettes, provided I'm willing to part with them myself.

[ and then a beat because she sounds super unsure. ] Well, which is it? You either want to make a killing, or you don't. [ haha, get it? a killing! he clears his throat and wipes the ghost of a smile from his face with his hand, disguising his ill humor. ]

[unparental]

You'll fit right in with the rest of lung cancer alley, then.

[ 8| ] I'm not... amazingly great, when it comes to selling things. I'm super at giving stuff away, though. [ she shrugs. ] I think once I get low on supplies, the cutthroat businesswoman thing might be less of a stretch.

...I should find a pencil skirt.

[ mad priorities. ]

[heterophobe]

I can sell anything. [ no exaggeration there. he's dead serious and the way he sobers up in demeanor attests to that. ] Advertising is my business. Putting a spin on shit you know you don't need and turning it into something you can't live without. [ and he clearly isn't modest at all. ] If you're serious about it, why wait? You can't satisfy your consumer base once you run out of product.

Maybe instead of pencil skirts, you should find something you actually want to peddle.

[unparental]

...Holy business major. Wow, you're good. [ not even sarcasm, that was some impressive spin there. ] Can I hire you to follow me around and tell me to be a better adult instead?

[heterophobe]

A personal consultant. [ he seems to go through the pros and cons in his head. ] I've done worse for myself. Tragically though, if you're looking to grow up, I'm not the go-to guy you're looking for.

[unparental]

In that case, I'd take a bad influence drinking buddy. [ she's flexible, okay. ]