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"While we were laughing, and drinking, and smoking, and singing..."
Today I sat down to write and my first thought was "Ugh. Where the hell is this going?"
Continued from here.
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“Wait!” Ooh, eurgh. He hadn't meant for that to come out that way.
It didn't matter, though, because she didn't stop. Before he could think otherwise, Brick flew after her, trailing at a safe enough distance. He scrabbled about in his brain for a button, a pin, a checkmate, and then—
“There's a party!”
Now she did stop dead in her tracks. She whipped around and stared in utter disbelief and a great deal of suspicion.
“You're not...” She said it out the side of her mouth, looking him up and down and obviously trying to establish a gameplan for letting him down easy. She had him pegged all wrong.
“At Mojo's. There's a party at Mojo's. All the villains in Townsville are gathered there right now.”
“W... what? Doing what? Plotting?” A sudden thread of panic shot through her eyes. “Are they planning some massive takeover of—”
“No, it's... just a party. They're just drinking punch and talking.”
Confusion overtook the panic. “So what are you—why are you telling me?”
“Because they aren't expecting any interruptions. You could make your life a lot easier if you and your sisters took them all down now.”
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Continued from here.
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“Wait!” Ooh, eurgh. He hadn't meant for that to come out that way.
It didn't matter, though, because she didn't stop. Before he could think otherwise, Brick flew after her, trailing at a safe enough distance. He scrabbled about in his brain for a button, a pin, a checkmate, and then—
“There's a party!”
Now she did stop dead in her tracks. She whipped around and stared in utter disbelief and a great deal of suspicion.
“You're not...” She said it out the side of her mouth, looking him up and down and obviously trying to establish a gameplan for letting him down easy. She had him pegged all wrong.
“At Mojo's. There's a party at Mojo's. All the villains in Townsville are gathered there right now.”
“W... what? Doing what? Plotting?” A sudden thread of panic shot through her eyes. “Are they planning some massive takeover of—”
“No, it's... just a party. They're just drinking punch and talking.”
Confusion overtook the panic. “So what are you—why are you telling me?”
“Because they aren't expecting any interruptions. You could make your life a lot easier if you and your sisters took them all down now.”
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