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Getting my Saturday sweat on.

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Text: Warnie

Ronnie: Are we still fighting?

Warren: Fighting? Who's fighting?

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IM: Warnie

Ronnie: The Whatever was is ref to you thinking I wasn't always right-- bc I am. I'm awesome like that. If you'd like to wear your Team Ignore Jameson shirt, I guess I'll shut up though-- I'd rather not throw on yet another thing to this argument. And you're forgetting placing first in ROTC and pretty much everything other club/sport I'm part of.

Ronnie: You say I'm twisting your words, but now I'm just confused about what you're trying to say. I accept who you are, but it sounds like you don't accept me, bc you keep saying you like the "actual" me, which makes it sound like I'm two different people. And that's not the reason I think Mari's an idiot. I mean, if what she'd done were sanctioned or something, then yeah-- it just would have been bad planning. But even though I hate Jameson...I don't know. At least Ness is acting like she realizes that what she did was a shitty thing. We can't beat the Rebels by /becoming/ them, you know?

Warren: I didn't forget. I remember all of your accomplishments. I just didn't think you needed an even larger ego.

Warren: I do accept you. I've accepted that this is what has been happening. You make "mistakes" or whatever with me and then pretend that they never happened. And I was kidding, Ron. Of course I don't believe Jameson deserved any of that and I don't think you would either. You're quite the perfect patriotic Agent that way.

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IM: Warnie

Ronnie: That's how it would actually play out, but Lopez is delusional-- I bet she thinks they'd bust loose. I mean, I bet if he'd given her the heads up, they would have tried to make a break for it in HR. Although yeah-- I guess the reason he probably didn't leave was bc of her. Convenient that he had a back-up plan then... Whatever-- I just don't want that sort of shit happening here. And I will, thanks-- plus use the constant stream of A's and Top Marks as confirmation.

Ronnie: And who's this "actual" me? I mean, I'm sorry if it bothers you, Warren, but I /like/ being the best. I like being a badass in a hot body. I don't want to be a soft, fluffy kitten that sits around this town waiting to be rescued-- I want to kick the bad guy's ass. And yeah, maybe I've made some bad calls-- I still don't know what the hell is going to happen with me and Mari, like I feel like she's become this whole different person lately- but overall I think I'm walking a good path.

Warren: So this means I win the argument. You just dismissed with a whatever. I win. Good for you, Ron. But grades really aren't everything in life.

Warren: It doesn't bother me that you're the best. I think you're the best. I do. I don't want you to be a cuddley little kitten either, Ron. You keep getting defensive and twisting my words around. Mari's a delusional idiot who banded together with a bunch of other idiots who thought they'd get away with assaulting someone in an alleyway very close to the main street. Bad planning all around.

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Ronnie: What makes you think any of this would be "separating" himself from her? She knows what he is-- which makes her a sympathizer at best. They probably think their going to burn us to the ground and then escape clean-- or kill themselves a la R&J. And who are you kidding? I /am/ right about everything all the time-- I don't have to try.

Ronnie: So what? You're saying that you know me better than my family? My friends-- people that I've known since I was thirteen?

Warren: Monroe locked up and detained. Santana would be detained in a separate facility/room for being a conspirator. Ergo. Separate. You think either of them wanna give up their crazy, hot sex life? Doubtful. I know I wouldn't. Keep telling yourself that, babe.

Warren: Nope. Not saying that at all. Just saying I see the actual you sometimes.

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IM: Warnie

Ronnie: Great plan-- let it go that there's a freaking terrorist wandering around in our backyard, getting the layout of the whole area and having his girlfriend dig up dirt about the Agency. I am totally saving a huge "I told you so" for when this place starts burning because of that asshole. So I should just ignore them and hope they go away? That I don't have to deal with the weird leading questions my family punches out every time they start up again? And I don't know what you want from me, Warren-- I feel like anything good I say to/about you at this point you're going to argue doesn't sound "like I mean it". So besides repeating that I think it's pretty amazing that you can whip a feast up out of what should be inedible groupings of foods, and that I kind of wish I'd been around the other night to try out your tequila-and-soy concoction, I'm out of ideas.

Warren: You really think he'd risk separating himself from Santana. They're joined at the hip practically. If anything were to happen, he wouldn't see her for quite some time. No, actually, I've caught a few glimpses of the Ronnie underneath all of that over-achieving cadet bullshit. She's pretty sincere when she isn't trying to be right about everything all the time. ...And that's a start.

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Ronnie: I didn't say the blame was yours-- I just said how is it mine just because I make a comment like any other rez in this damn town? I'm just tired of people talking shit, that's all. I mean, we have a goddam Rebel in this town and apparently it's still more important whether you and I are seeing each other naked. I'm sorry if that bugs me. And besides, if you're fucking around with a bunch of people who aren't me, why the hell does it matter whether I'd rather not shout from the rooftops that I'm just one of the many? And I'm not trying to shit all over your life. I'm glad that what you're doing works for you.

Warren: You really need to let that "Monroe is a rebel" shit go. You'll get frown lines too early in life. I'm not saying you need to tell people about us. I really don't give a fuck if people know or not. It's just how you keep treating it that bothers me. And everytime you attempt to pay me some sort of bit of compliment or encouragement, it never sounds sincere. It sounds like it comes from a place of judgement and condescension, Ron.

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Ronnie: Ok-- seriously? Are we really doing this over the freaking computer? You know that I think you're okay: I mean, I've tasted your "experiments": you've got talent. But you're the one going around all like "I spent the last three months just fucking around, so obviously it's your fault that the anons are gossiping about us because you wrote a ten-word reply to something I posted." Seriously Warren.

Warren: I spent the last three months fucking around with people that weren't you and going to work every day, so I really don't think the blame is on me for people insinuating things. I've been your dirty little secret for the entire summer plus however long before that so forgive me if that wasn't making me feel cheap to begin with before you shat all over my life and what I do.

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what was your last late-night creation?

…I don’t really remember. Just that it involved a wok and a lot of soy sauce and I ate all of it before passing out.

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Suit yourself, Ron. But you know the door is always open if you ever want to loosen up and partake.

Oh yeah? Well, I haven’t thought of anything I’ve done alcohol induced and otherwise as a poorly made decision. Shit happens. You say you don’t want the rumors and yet it’s you coming and talking to me every time. What’s the deal with that Ron? Hmm? All I’ve done is hook up with other people and yet here you are commenting on my life and starting things up for all the Anons. Do you really know what you want Ronnie? Not what your family does. What youwant?

I’ll keep that in mind– and conveniently ignore that you’re offering alcohol to a minor.

So should I pretend you don’t exist?  That we aren’t even friendly?  Would that make you more comfortable Warren?  For Pete’s sake.  And I’m sorry that wanting to be a top Agent and be with someone who has ambition beyond sleeping with half of the town’s population and that whole deal isn’t good enough for you.  

You know what?  I’m sorry I bothered talking to you at the B&W or hanging out at all this summer at all.  You’re probably right– all it does is make people think we’re something we’re not.  Because we obviously want very different things.

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When am I ever serious, Ronnie? No one knows if I’m kidding or not. I could just be doing all of this in jest and not actually offering you alcohol. Who knows. 

It’s wonderful that you think that highly of me and my ambitions, Ronnie. Truly. I mean, we really must not be friendly because you’ve just proven you don’t pay attention to anything I’ve ever told you. 

We want different things? What’s this “we”? You and me? Or you and your family’s ass that you seem to have your nose shoved up so far in your brain isn’t getting oxygen to think for yourself. You don’t know what I want Ronnie. You don’t know me. You’ve never bothered because you can’t get past your own stupid blinders in seeing me as something more than what everyone has told you I am.

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what was your last late-night creation?

…I don’t really remember. Just that it involved a wok and a lot of soy sauce and I ate all of it before passing out.

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It is. Attractive ladies such as yourself as well as hot men are also a welcome friend in my apartment if you ever find a need. Not that you haven’t already seen my entire alcohol stock and bedroom.

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what was your last late-night creation?

…I don’t really remember. Just that it involved a wok and a lot of soy sauce and I ate all of it before passing out.

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Are you sure it was soy sauce and not rum then?

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Well... you do know how much I like my rum... but no, the soy sauce all over my counter spoke to that. My bottle of rum was neatly tucked away... the tequila however was pretty depleted. 

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Did you do anything special for your brother's birthday this year? Big 1-6 and all?

Hookers. Strippers (which Charlie’s totally designing the cake for). Lots of porn and dirty magazines gift wrapped. Everything a 16 year old boy could ever want. 

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If I were hosting such a get together. You’d most certainly be on the list, Lynn.

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Did you do anything special for your brother's birthday this year? Big 1-6 and all?

Hookers. Strippers (which Charlie’s totally designing the cake for). Lots of porn and dirty magazines gift wrapped. Everything a 16 year old boy could ever want. 

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Is it weird having a Human brother? Do you wish he wasn't here?

Not at all. I love my brother. Our differences don’t make us strange to each other.

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What's up with U + Ronnie? #B&WScandal

Scandal? Ronnie? I was nothing but a gentleman at the Black and White Ball escorting Miss Charlotte Fabray. I have no earthly idea what you may be referring to, my good Anon.