He reminds me a little of the dickbag god I harpooned. A smug bastard who knew he could pull the shit he did because he could. Used people and their feelings for others.
[ Laura's voice presents the intense loathing she has for Wednesday, words clipped, her tone short. ]
The God? Oh, he's dead. Whether he stays dead is a different thing. There's always some fucking loophole when it comes to resurrection. I mean I died a bunch of times and I'm here.
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[ she takes it and cracks the seal to unscrew the lid. ]
More than I can say about the Admiral.
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[Hancock is always down for a good bitch session, after all.]
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[ Laura's voice presents the intense loathing she has for Wednesday, words clipped, her tone short. ]
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[He pours himself a glass.]
What happened to him?
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[ she pulls her glass over and pours one, too. ]
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[He knocks back the glass.]
That's some party trick.
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Huh.
[Another drink, though it hardly touches him. Being a ghoul does have its drawbacks.]
That because of the god you were with?
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[ she downs the few fingers worth in the glass while the second part of his question registers ]
The God I was with? Oh, that was Wednesday. Or, Odin as he tends to be known.
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There were gods and such where I'm from, but there were crazy fucking people in the wastes who worshipped the radiation, too.
So it's all nonsense to me.
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[ for the hundreds of ways he fucked her over. ]
Doesn't make much sense to me either.
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[He sits back.]
So all that to say that you hate the Admiral, hm?
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[ she downs the shot that she's been staring at ]
What's your take on him? You probably don't think he's all that bad given your a warden.
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[ grins ]
I'm not going to sell you out if that's what you're worried about.
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Now why would I think that? I haven't done a damn thing wrong.
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[ which she very well could be. the goddess of vodka and bad life choices ]