You Will Be Wrong

My name is Anne Ryder. I'm the granddaughter of the infamous Jack Ryder, creator of the ever popular series You Are Wrong. It is my goal to bring that show back and live up to my grandad's memory.

[creeperbeyond]

"I really like your-- is that a coffee machine?"

"Ah… espresso machine, yeah. Would you… like some?"

[digital-darwinism-deactivated20]

If he knew her a little better, Willie probably would have extended the invitation to have Anne over for at least part of their Thanksgiving. “Well, if you’re in the area, let me know. I’m suicidal enough to attempt Black Friday this year.”

Suicidal? Him? Yeah, right. More like other people were suicidal if they thought it was okay to push him around and cut in line.

[creeperbeyond]

Anne had never attempted Black Friday in her life. Mostly because Jack thought it was pointless. Why rush and fight to buy something today when you could easily purchase it any other time? It wasn't as though items were exclusive to that day.

"I will do that," she said with a grateful undertone. Even though she doubted she'd be out on Black Friday, it was a nice offer and Anne appreciated it.

[creeperbeyond]

"I really like your-- is that a coffee machine?"

"Ah… espresso machine, yeah. Would you… like some?"

[digital-darwinism-deactivated20]

"I’m long overdue for a good one, and this one’s looking promising. I’m hoping you have a great one, too. It would kind of suck to sit around and do nothing but watch the parade on TV, wouldn’t it?" That had been his Thanksgiving for two years in a row.

[creeperbeyond]

"Of course not, I'm sure there'll be some good movies on," she said with a laugh, setting her empty cup on the coffee table. In all honesty, she'd probably just be getting drunk. It would be her first Thanksgiving without Jack.

She didn't even want to think about Christmas. Maybe she'd go see Bibi...

[creeperbeyond]

"I really like your-- is that a coffee machine?"

"Ah… espresso machine, yeah. Would you… like some?"

[digital-darwinism-deactivated20]

Considering what a Trekkie Willie was, he remembered that old William Shatner remix and snorted. It wasn’t a light snort, coming from a huge honker like the thing on his face, but he couldn’t help himself. “Considering my dad set one of his friends on fire four years ago, I know what not to do with these things.”

[creeperbeyond]

Anne grinned brightly and sipped at her drink leisurely. "Well it sounds like you'll be having a wonderful holiday, then." Anne, on the other hand, would probably work most of the day away and then come home for a drink or two before letting Creeper loose.

[creeperbeyond]

"I really like your-- is that a coffee machine?"

"Ah… espresso machine, yeah. Would you… like some?"

[digital-darwinism-deactivated20]

"I’m actually more excited than I’ve been in years," Willie confessed. "The last couple of years weren’t anything to write home about, but I’m doing something with my friends this year. My roommate and I are going to attempt to cook and have a good number of people over."

It beat staying at home with his dad, watching Frank inevitably get drunk enough to call and harass his mother over the phone. He’d broken so many phones and maybe a couple of his son’s bones.

"It’s probably going to end in disaster, considering I’m attempting to Sriracha-fry a turkey."

[creeperbeyond]

Anne hid a grin in her cup. "I want a deep-fried turkey," she sang under her breath, grinning wider when she heard Creeper roaring with laughter.

"That sounds like fun," she said after taking a moment to compose herself. She still couldn't quite wipe the grin off her face(especially not with Creeper continuing the song in her head). "I hope you've got a good safety kit."

[creeperbeyond]

"I really like your-- is that a coffee machine?"

"Ah… espresso machine, yeah. Would you… like some?"

[digital-darwinism-deactivated20]

"I can’t complain too much," or at all, really. Things had been going great for him in the last few months. Finally, after all that insanity and stress, everything settled. For the first time in a very long time, he would be honest if he told someone he was happy. “And you? Are you excited for the upcoming holidays, or kind of terrified?”

[creeperbeyond]

"That's good." Anne herself had been very busy. The semester was coming to a close, which meant more tests and homework on top of her work with LexCorp and her lawers and a few other things.

She shrugged at his question and sat down. "I don't really care, to be honest," she said. After all, how could she be excited over a holiday when she had no one to spend it with? 

[regeneratingdegenerate]

creeperbeyond started following you

[regeneratingdegenerate]

-Deadpool looks around.- Is he… invisible?

[creeperbeyond]

[Anne shrugs] I guess you could say that.

[regeneratingdegenerate]

-The mercenary is still confused.- So what did he want?

[creeperbeyond]

I dunno, he wasn't very clear on that... [she rubs her eyes, thoroughly fed up with Creeper]

[creeperbeyond]

//I'm bored, anyone want to thread?

[creeperbeyond]

"I really like your-- is that a coffee machine?"

"Ah… espresso machine, yeah. Would you… like some?"

[digital-darwinism-deactivated20]

"Alright. I won’t be going anywhere," Willie replied, not that Anne needed to be told that. She probably knew that already. "It’s nice seeing you again. I don’t think we’ve bumped into each other since that time we went out for barbeque."

[creeperbeyond]

"That long, huh?" Anne mused aloud. She quickly put together two cups, glad she'd spent the extra cash on a speedy machine, and walked back to Wille. "Nice seeing you too, how've you been?" she asked, handing a cup to him.

[regeneratingdegenerate]

creeperbeyond started following you

[regeneratingdegenerate]

So why not send the friend directly? -The mercenary’s brow raises, confused.-

[creeperbeyond]

[Anne snorts] That’s… a complicated question. He is here. Technically speaking.

[regeneratingdegenerate]

-Deadpool looks around.- Is he… invisible?

[creeperbeyond]

[Anne shrugs] I guess you could say that.

[regeneratingdegenerate]

creeperbeyond started following you

Hm. You’re young enough t’be out of high school but not quite old enough to be wise… which begs the question: what could you possibly want with a guy like moi?

[creeperbeyond]

Let’s just say a friend of mine is…curious about you.

[regeneratingdegenerate]

So why not send the friend directly? -The mercenary’s brow raises, confused.-

[creeperbeyond]

[Anne snorts] That's... a complicated question. He is here. Technically speaking.

[creeperbeyond]

Anne's espresso machine |D

[creeperbeyond]

"I really like your-- is that a coffee machine?"

"Ah… espresso machine, yeah. Would you… like some?"

[digital-darwinism-deactivated20]

"Yeah, I would. I can’t guarantee my leg won’t jump on its own afterward, but yes. I’d love some.”

[creeperbeyond]

Anne snorted. "Make yourself at home, then. I'll be right back."

[creeperbeyond]

"I really like your-- is that a coffee machine?"

"Ah... espresso machine, yeah. Would you... like some?"

[creeperbeyond]

Send one to see my muse react:

"The peanut butter is gone."

"Did we use all the whipped cream last night?"

"Please tell me you like your coffee hot."

"Is that a doughnut?"

"FUCK THE POLICE!"

"You're screwed."

"Wait, are you.... are you trying to hit on me?"

"You are a horrible human being."

"Looks like you're not coming home tonight."

"Your shirt is on backwards."

"I really like your-- is that a coffee machine?"

[creeperbeyond]

digital-darwinism has tuned in

[digital-darwinism-deactivated20]

Gretchen Hauser made comments once or twice that a doctor out in Replicant Row was from Louisiana and could make some mean gumbo. Willie had yet to find out why the pint-sized brunette knew this piece of trivia, but somehow, she did. It struck him as bizarre. “I particularly like the kind with shrimp and andouille. It’s got more heat to it.”

Then again, he liked to eat spicy things. They were a personal favorite of his—which was probably why he preferred the vinegar-based Carolina barbeque the majority of the time—or delicious mesquite smoke. “I guess the place didn’t do enough business. Restaurants dry up and die all the time, especially in cities. People flock to the chains because they recognize them and the holes in the wall go belly up. Que sera sera.”

And that was such a slagging shame.

[creeperbeyond]

"Well that's a shame," she said. She looked out the window and hummed. "I'll have to see if there are any good Cajun places around here."

Among other things. Anne was still relatively new in Metropolis and hadn't had much time to explore. She'd been meaning to visit Centennial Park... and Creeper was curious about China Town(Anne didn't want to know why). She'd see if she could add it to her schedule for the coming weekend.

[regeneratingdegenerate]

creeperbeyond started following you

Hm. You’re young enough t’be out of high school but not quite old enough to be wise… which begs the question: what could you possibly want with a guy like moi?

[creeperbeyond]

Let's just say a friend of mine is...curious about you.

[basicallyoedipus-deactivated201]

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