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.045 - totally public announcement

If you take out all of the trips home, mostly from me but you also went home too so the kettle is calling the pot black in that instance, this is our two year anniversary of being Warden and Inmate, Shego.

We should celebrate. Or get horridly drunk so we forget that it's been twenty four months and you're still here. Or something.

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"And Tim did nothing to salvage that?"

He had. A little. Which was also kind of the problem.

"What, did you think his nerdy charm and winning smile were gonna restore my long-lost faith in humanity? Spare me."

Edited 2011-09-06 01:18 (UTC)

Jim really didn't want to pick this issue to death. So he just decided to throw in the towel. "You're pretty."

She gave him a long look and then decided that if he wanted to drop it then so did she. "Yeah, I bet you say that to all the girls." She finished her drink and set the glass down. Not drunk, just slightly buzzed.

Edited 2011-09-06 01:32 (UTC)

Jim just offered her the bottle to refill it if she wanted to. "Only the ones I like. I usually don't get them trashed in my room though. Or spend two years of my life with them."

She poured herself a tiny shot but just looked at it. Slightly-buzzed was nice and she didn't want to let herself get melancholy or....overly honest.

"I'm not trashed. I'm just...I'm fine." She got up off his desk and sat down on his bed next to him; maybe it was grossly unhygienic just then but at least she knew where not to put her hands now.

Maybe don't go feeling around inside the sheets next time, woman.

"Are you really really fine? Or are you just saying that so I'll shut up?"

She leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I'd say twenty per cent fine, eighty per cent 'shut up'."

Jim tipped his head to rest against hers in response to her head on his shoulder. "You got it. But if you feel like ever talking, I'm really only good at listening."

There was a half-formed comment at the forefront of her mind about how it was no wonder he was a terrible Warden, but she didn't want to start a fight. She shifted her head a little, turning, her nose an inch from his.

"Jim, I...."

She moved a little closer, until she could feel her hair brushing his face; her head tilted slightly to one side, her lips parting and eyes falling shut.

Then, rather anticlimactically, half a week of no sleep and a decent quantity of liquor caught up with her and she pretty much passed out on him.

Yeah, so.

This was going to be one of those things that they never talked about. Nothing really happened, nothing he couldn't absolutely put down to drinking too much, being exhausted and possibly heart broken at ending a year long relationship. And he was just buzzed enough that he could pretend like he imagined her turning towards him.

He sighed a little and moved her around so that she was lying down, on top of the covers. She'd probably be pissed that they were still dirty in the morning but letting her sleep seemed like the best idea that he could come up with in response to... that.

"Goddamn it," he muttered, going off to take a shower.

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