Oh those lovely lawsuits

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya reached out to slap her alarm clock and pulled the covers over her head. She really didn't want to get out of bed today. The very idea of going into the courtroom scared her. Yes, she'd have to get over that eventually, but suing...suing just gave her the creeps. It felt like things were out of hand. Out of control.

She hated that feeling.

That meant she wanted to stay in bed. Sadly, she could smell coffee. And the snooze button wasn't where it was suppose to be...in fact, her alarm wasn't where it was suppose to be. "The hell?" she muttered from within the blankets.

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[sliceitwithwind]

"That would be great." Dilan says from the floor, "I brought the stuff just in case."

[mitochondriaaya]

"More of that planning ahead thing." she chuckled, starting in on Braig's hair happily. She liked playing with hair! "Oh...this isn't going to end well." she noted after watching the first few minutes of Street Trash.

[sliceitwithwind]

"That's fine." the boys chime, "Train wrecks are awesome." That's Dilan.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Selling mystery booze to winos! That's not a train wreck it's a...bike wreck at best." she snickered and then bent her attention to a knot she'd found.

[sliceitwithwind]

"...That booze just melted that wino." Dilan says while Aya's attention is on the (rare) knot.

[mitochondriaaya]

Of course they were rare...damn beautiful hair and it's lack of tangling. That was why she was careful when she found them! "It's just some script writer fantasizing about house cleaning!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"...Better ways to do it." Dilan says, with a sigh. Killin' off people willy-nilly has never appealed to me."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Good ways or bad it's still illegal and usually signifies psychosis." Aya pointed out, waving the brush at the screen "Bet this guy never wrote another script because he was arrested!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"I meant clean things up. Better ways to clean things up than killing people."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Well, yeah, that too." Aya chuckled, wrist deep in hair again "Want to rewrite it with a scientist and a intel serum or something?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Nope." Dilan says, firmly, "I am not a good writer of interesting things. Unless you like technical stuff."

[mitochondriaaya]

"I could pitch it at the film kids...see what they come up with." and that was how bad horror films were born!

[sliceitwithwind]

"So you could!" he says with a smile.

[mitochondriaaya]

"...I thought, irrationally, that you might try to stop me." Aya laughed "Braig? Last chance."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Dude, I'll buy the first keg."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Ever get that feeling that a hundred people somewhere just screamed in horror?" Aya grinned and beeped Braig's nose "Or in bad tryouts? One of the two anyway."

[sliceitwithwind]

Braig laughs and wrinkles his nose, "Yeah, yeah."

[mitochondriaaya]

"You know I'm right. We'll have to use pseudonyms in the credits." Aya grinned and seriously considered chucking the hairbrush at the screen.

[sliceitwithwind]

"I'll be Braig." Dilan says, instantly. Braig smacks him upside the back of the head, laughing.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Oh! We could all be Braig! Well, except Braig...he could be Bob?" it'd be an easy cast list!

[sliceitwithwind]

"I swear on Space that if either of you are Braig I will go on as Aya." Braig says, seriously.

[mitochondriaaya]

"A challenge!" Aya giggled and carefully parted half of Braig's hair over her knee "Dilan?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Told'ja, I'm going to be Braig." he says, grinning.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Well, that leaves Dilan for me." she sighed "Since two out of three of us are going to be up there anyway."

[sliceitwithwind]

"You will be an adorable me."