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[bartenderbitch]

"Yeah, yeah, leave a message and I'll get back to you at some point."

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[bartenderbitch]

[Goddammit, who the fuck is messaging him while he's dealing with the beginning of a hangover???

... Oh, okay, actually he's not mad at this one.]

Starting to think that's not a bad idea at this point since it ain't like it's not public knowledge of where myself or Angel stay at this point. I'm not worried if I have to get into a fight with someone, but might as well deal with that shit before I have to go sharpening my metaphorical claws expecting someone to cause a fucking scene.

By the way, I'm sure you already know this: no, he didn't take any of that shit well and I'm dealing with it, but put the kids gloves on with him for a little while if you need to.

[xangel]

i will exercise nuggsy and not bitch about my stolen makeup. promise. but. think about it. bitchcakes talks to him and she starts singing operetta. turns invisible. can only speak pig latin. no claws needed if you make an egomaniac look like an idiot before they get started.

[bartenderbitch]

Appreciate it. Also don't knock on the door for a bit because I'm pretty sure the both of us are going to die at the slightest sound right about now.

Mmm. I do like the making her look like a fucking fool part of it all, maybe see how much the Admiral might bitch at me if I try to impose that shit at the lounge, too. 'Cause I ain't in the mood to hear about that kind of bitching while I'm working.

[xangel]

he did give us the cat gun for the gym. so long as you don't abuse it and are breaking up actual problems? sounds like someone might need to find themselves singing and dancing.