The slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger

[streetsmarts]

WHO: Nick and YOU
TONE: Shifty? Sarcastic etc
RATING: PG13
WHEN:  Feb 4th
WHERE: Library, Out of grounds and around the halls
WHAT: Nick is chilling around the school and people should come bother him.
STATUS: Ongoing

[The Halls, probably near Slytherin dorms.]
[Nick has found himself a clean, empty patch in the hallway and he's making himself up a neat little one man casino. Currently he seems to be engaging in a game of solitaire, he's grumbling to himself as he does but he's actually pretty damn good at it. Honestly, he doesn't really look like he wants to be bothered, unless you happen to look like he could win some money off you. Or anything, really. Cards are more fun if you're winning against someone, afterall.]

[Out of Grounds]
[Nick is a model student. That's why he's out here lighting a smoke with his wand and hoping to God nobody catches him. It's a terrible habit, and he really should stop, but he sure as hell isn't going to appreciate being told. Or caught, for that matter.]

[Library]
[If you happen to be studying here and look like you have more than half a brain in your head, Nick is going to be seating himself in front of you and trying to coaxe you into doing his homework for him.]

Comments

[streetsmarts]

Really? More for me, then. [He shrugs. He cooould make fun of Gamzee for it, but hey. This school has a limited number of guys to girls and he isn't going to bully someone into being the competition.] That doesn't suprise me. Old bags are tougher than most guys.

[mo_cara]

Yeah, ain't that the stone cold truth. They could make a motherfuckin' army of them, and ain't no one ever gonna beat us.

[streetsmarts]

If we could get 'em to side with us, that'd be pretty fuckin' sweet. We'd have to offer them something I'm not sure I want to give to an army of old ladies, though.

[mo_cara]

Tiny cakes. [solemnly]

[streetsmarts]

Oh yeah. Old bats love those things. They're the colours in their life.

[mo_cara]

Ex-motherfuckin'-zactly. Shit be like crack cocaine to nannas. I don't know what we'd be doing with all them ladies, though.

[streetsmarts]

It's any wonder we don't have baking rehab for the bitties. Guess people don't care how high they get off icing sniffing.

We'd give 'em guns and get 'em to fight for us, obviously.

[mo_cara]

Yeah, but ... fight who?

[streetsmarts]

Anyone who gets in our grill, obviously. World domination starts small, right?

[mo_cara]

But then you'd kinda have to have them around all the time, 'cause people mostly be getting up in my face at school, and it'd be real hard to owl the nanas to go get the motherfucker later.

[considers] I guess you could shrink 'em down and carry them around in your pocket for emergencies or something.

[streetsmarts]

That's a good point. They aren't exactly easy to move around with their walkers and canes or whatever.

[He gives him a side stare.] This is getting kind of weird.

[mo_cara]

Yeah, people say that shit to me a lot! [cheerfully] I always figure it means that what we saying is full of miraculous pan popping thoughts.

[streetsmarts]

Assuming that pan means brain, of course. I'm going to say it means we have trouble sticking to the topic at hand. And I've fucking forgotten what it was, so I'd say I'm right.

[mo_cara]

That, too! [Gamzee drops his mostly smoked cigarette and grinds it underneath one sneakered heel.] It's all good, motherfucker.