jungianthing | OPEN 2: JUDGEMENT DAY

You do, actually.

[ he is. joker takes a moment to glower at him, and gets up with an exaggerated slowness that's meant to be ominous but just kind of looks like he has hip pain. he grabs guy by the wrist and drags him towards the elevator. ] He's gonna be leaving as you're coming in so you have to be fucking – civil, okay. And if you even utter Bernie Sanders' name or whatever I'm gonna slice off your head with my next door neighbour's nerd-ass katana.

[ Guy's feet take a moment to catch up with the pull on his wrist, but he manages a stumbling step forward in time to not fall. Again. ]

I won't make any promises. A dollop is as a dollop does.

You're trying to flatter me by saying dollop in your disgusting accent, but lemme tell you, it's not gonna work. [ he jabs the 6 button in the elevator and lets go of guy's wrist so he can cross his arms over his chest. ] You can say it again if you want, though.

[ Like a petulant child: ]

Dollop, dollop, dollop, dollop, all of the people here, enjoying dollops of whipped cream on their overpriced meal plan iced-cream and make-it-yourself waffles. [ He pulls the flask out of his coat pocket, uncaps it, and takes a mouthful before screwing the lid back on. ] And here we are, headed to the home of a dollop.

Wow. [ he nods, slowly. ] That's profound. I liked the bit about iced cream.

[ the elevator pings, the doors slide open. joker pads off down the corridor with his hands in the pockets of his pyjama pants. behind his door, which he opens with a card, reed is sitting on joker's bed with one leg crossed lazily over the other. ] Hey, you gotta vamoose, babe, I have a guest.

[ reed looks sour and even sourer when he realises who it is. he swings his legs off the edge of the bed and gets up. "hey, burgess. nice evening for it, right?" joker laughs. ] Nice evening for what? [ before anyone can start anything, joker starts pushing reed in the small of his back towards the door. ] Go, just – go, alright, I'll call you later.

[ Babe. How nauseating. Even more nauseating: the look the stupid bastard gives him. How dare Joker have friends of his own. How dare he. Bastard.

Guy braces his forearm on the wall of the corridor. His voice is much too loud for how close Reed is; he announces every word as if he wants the entire residence hall to hear what he has to say. ]

As a matter of fact, Dollop, it is a nice evening for it, which is why he'd like you to evacuate. A nice sunset, some port wine, perhaps, Marvin Gaye, rose petals [ for no clear reason, he places emphasis on the word ], none of which involves you. [ There's a certain amount of smug glee in deliberately antagonizing this man. Will Reed hit him? Probably. But Guy has never been one to worry about the consequences of his actions. ]

[ joker tips his head back, groaning audibly, and glares at the ceiling. this is exactly the situation he'd been hoping to avoid. reed ignores him. guy's probably ignoring him too. asshole.

reed's tongue pushes against the back of his teeth, it's obvious in the tightening of his jaw. "port wine. that pairs with wendy's, does it?" he folds his arms, takes a step forward that's obviously supposed to look menacing. "he's only making me leave because he feels sorry for you."

joker looks largely unimpressed. ] Hey, fuckers, I'm standing right here, maybe someone wants to ask my opinion.

[ Probably trying to point out that he's taller than me. Oh, I'm so scared. The fact that he feels this threatened is pretty-fucking-telling. ]

Yes, do tell him about how you feel sorry for me, Joker. Poor Guy, the gay little bastard.

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