Adam: You know, I reckon there are a lot of women out there a sight more agreeable than Rebecca over there.
Becky: It’s Miss Becky, you horse’s ass.
Adam: Like hell it is!
Adam: *dodges shoe*
Shan: Rebecca—*ducks*—Becky, I really need you to confess your undying love for Adam now.
Becky: To quote the eloquent ass in question, like hell I will!
Shan: Look, I know it’s difficult for you two because I write scenes out of order, but—
Adam: Difficult? Damnation, woman, you had us bouncin’ the bedsprings before we’d even had a decent conversation, then I was shooting people—which I don’t mind, as a rule—but I didn’t even make their acquaintance until after I killed them. I don’t know why y’all go on about the rum, but I can sure as shootin’ tell you why the whiskey’s gone.
Shan: Keep whining and I’ll pull a Danielle Steel and kill you off, then Rebecca—*ducks*—Becky can bounce the bedsprings with somebody else.
Adam: Like hell she can!
Shan: See, he loves you. If you could just admit you love him, too, I can go make lunch.
Becky: *hardheaded silence*
Shan: *sigh I’m going to see if the tall kid’s done with HP7 yet. It’s not too late to make you guys dead bodies in the next DG book, you know.
Yeah, I know. I say that every time. Has he shot the old bat yet?
PS: It’s THURSDAY tomorrow. :baby:
Is it really?
Aw, come on, just write it so I can read it. I don’t care how many people call his horse ugly and he feels obligated to shoot ’em!