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[xp_adrienne]

Someone owes me something disgustingly expensive and shiny for putting me through the mental trauma of having to defuse a bomb. And I think that someone is Kane.
I've decided that any time I do something ridiculously life-threatening it's Kane's fault.

I still can't account for fifteen of my office staff members.

I think there needs to be a mansion-wide Wii tournament today...

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[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

Sold! You provide the cupcake (literal) and I'll dig up that collar I have around here somewhere...

Excessive weirdness is like my brain's paddling pool. I don't understand the delay thing.

I really don't want to think about Kane in bed, thanks.

Umm, because I like being pretty just the way I am?

[x-copycat.livejournal.com]

Deal. You know, cupcake, those mental images are pretty hot... mrow!

Does it involve meat spore things though? I mean, my excessive weirdness never involved dinosaurs being real (still not sure I believe that one) and stuff.

You don't ever go dancing, do you? Rhythm and coordination sort of automatically correlate in my head to bedroom ability. Hazard of the job, I guess.

Well, fine, if you need to go and be pretty and all.

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

What can I say? I know how to sell flesh.

Sadly, no dinosaurs.

I really don't. I haven't been dancing in ages. And do you know, I realized today I've never been to a movie theatre?

I do need to be pretty, sorry.

[x-copycat.livejournal.com]

You'd be in a poorly chosen career if you didn't. Will you ONLY be wearing the spiked collar?

Yet.

Uh, what? Never?

Well I guess I can live with that. But I'm very put out by it.

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

Stilettos?

Oh Christ, don't say 'yet'!

No, never!

Umm, do you like to be maimed?

[x-copycat.livejournal.com]

Excuse me...I need a moment alone.