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@feliciarider
“Aliens are real, motherfucker.” Felicia shouted from the kitchen with a bowl on her head as she tried to manipulate some tin foil in her hand. See, things had gotten boring around the asylum and Felicia was tired of the monotonous dreary days that passed slowly. “I’m going to communicate with them or be committed to a more interesting hospital. Either way, I’d be happy.”
streetsavoirefair:
“Yeah but he’s got like, an army of children of the corn or some shit,” Dodger replied, rubbing the left over sleep in his eyes out with the palm of his hand, “I am not, I don’t get scared, but you might,” he gave her a teasing smirk.
“Why would I get scared?” Felicia gave him a look, ducking further into the couch. “This is my favorite movie.” She said, quieting down as the movie began.
marybethmuerte:
Mary Beth scoots, shooting the other girl a grateful smile, “I have a … sister, I guess. She’s really into partying and drinking and everything, sometimes drugs, but she hates it when I smoke. So you know, have to be careful.”
“She sounds like a total bitch. If she’s doing all that shit and you can’t smoke a cigarette? Fucking crazier than the rest of us.” Felicia held out her hand after setting down her beer. “Felicia Rider. Resident compulsive liar and possible tit amputee in the near future.”
marybethmuerte:
“… Shit, sorry, I didn’t even check if smoking was allowed. Dammit.”
“Oh, god. You think I’m some sort of prude. Scoot over.”
streetsavoirefair:
“That’s like, with the creepy kids and stuff right?” Dodger asked, finishing off what was left in the mug and settling into the couch, “I haven’t seen it in awhile, so I can’t remember,” he watched the screen come alive as it came ‘on, pulling a leg under him and letting the other hang off the side of the seat.
“It’s the one with the creepy ass guy in the picture and the videos of the deaths that are called happy go-lucky shit.” Felicia looked over at Dodger and shook her head, “You’re gonna be scared.”
streetsavoirefair:
“Hey, one day you will have to put up with me and my baseball okay?” he said, “It’s in my blood, like, encoded somewhere with the Billy Joel god,” Dodger laughed. “I dunno what they got down there,” he nodded his head towards the little cubby of movies that seemed to either have a lot or less depending on when someone came into the rec room.
“But today is not that day.” Felicia stood and headed over to check out the movies. “Something scary? I’m not feeling the dumbass car chases or--Ooh! They have Sinister. I’m putting it on.” Felicia set it up and hopped back on the couch, this time, sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest.
streetsavoirefair:
“Well shit now you made it dirty,” he said, pulling his knees up on the couch with him, and turning so he faced her, back to the arm of the couch, “I dunno, I might just nap here again, yell at the television to give me the game or somethin’. See if the movies in here are still terrible,”
“You know I like it dirty.” Felicia rolled her eyes, leaning against the other arm of the couch, facing Dodger. “You’re stealing my plans for the day. What the hell, dude?” Felicia let her legs stretch onto Dodger’s. “Put something good on. And I swear if you put any sport I’m coming over there and fucking you up.”
streetsavoirefair:
“I bet,” he commented, watching her, clearly amused, tapping a bit on the side of the mug with his pointer finger, a habit he picked up when he needed to keep them busy, “What’s your plans?” he asked in return.
“Go to her, Dodge. I see your fingers aching to fiddle her.” Felicia sat up, trying not to laugh. “My plans? Well if you leave, I’m definitely taking over the couch. Unless you got something else to tempt me with.”
streetsavoirefair:
“Mmm, nothin’,” he said, dragging the mmm out in a mock tone of thinking, “Thought of gettin’ outta here for a bit, find a bar, somethin’,” he shrugged. “Visitin’ my lady in the music room,”
“Oh, don’t talk about her in front of me. You know how jealous I get. Being a mistress is so tiring.” Felicia put her hand to her forehead and feigned jealousy.
streetsavoirefair:
He just started laughing, “I was messin’ with you, promise,” he said, leaning forward so his arms rested on his knees, looking back up at her, “No impulse control apparently, comes with the territory,” he broke into a wide grin before chuckling.
“You’re still a brat.” Felicia shifted comfortably on Dodger, looking up at him. “What are you doing today, other than wasting it away on the couch?”
streetsavoirefair:
Dodger leaned forward and breathed directly on her nose when she laid on his lap, “Sorry what about my breath?” he asked, taking a drink from the mug with a satisfied look on his face.
“Dodge! Why are you so gross?” Felicia scrunched her nose up and turned onto her side, “I’m being perfectly nice to you and this is my thanks?”
streetsavoirefair:
“Uh-huh,” Dodger eyed the cup with a small smirk, “Probably because you got the last cup in existence, better watch out, they might riot and tear the doors down,” he yawned a bit, rubbing the palms of his hands into his eyes to work the sleep out, “Or is it the last cup?
“Oh my god, stop yawning on me and take my coffee already.” Felicia laid down on his lap after handing him the mug. “Plus you have bad breath.” Felicia tried to hide a light blush.
streetsavoirefair:
Dodger had ended up in the rec room rather early, and before he knew it he’d fallen asleep on one of the sofas, the smell of coffee stirring him a little and then a sudden jolt when his half asleep mind didn’t register where he was right off, “Mmm…” he sat up, the blurred figure of whoever had come in starting to clear up, “Sup?” he mumbled, running a hand through his dark hair, “I smell coffee?”
“No. There’s no coffee.” Felicia took a deep sip of her mug (which in fact did have coffee in it). “All the coffee in the world has actually vanished while you were taking a little catnap.” Felicia sat on the couch beside him. “It’s a real shame. But people have started rioting, and that’s been fun to watch.”
megsclubhouseasylum:
“I mean it’s not like we’re an official thing quite yet..” Meg replied quietly, still not able to wipe the smile from her face. “But I hope things work out.” She added with a shrug, “How have you been?”
“Do you want to be an official thing?” Felicia raised an eyebrow before shrugging. “Test results came back. They want to take the lump out. It’s a bad lump, but they think it’ll be fine.”
megsclubhouseasylum:
“I mean….” She trailed off for a moment, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. “It was a pretty great night..” She said, playing coy. “It’s safe to say I’m not ready for things to end with him.”
“Meg is getting laid. Holy shit. I’m so jealous.” Felicia laughed quietly, “I mean, I guess you’re off the table. Woe is me. There goes my fuck buddy.” Playing off their friendship, Felicia smiled, “I’m happy you found a good one.”
megsclubhouseasylum:
“Well, it’ll only make me crazier now knowing that I’m sleeping with one of the doctors who works here..” She said with a shrug.
“God, I bet his dick was huge. Was it huge? How huge? He’s got those shoulders. I mean he’s not really my type, but I wouldn’t mind seeing his ding dong.”
megsclubhouseasylum:
“Do you really think that I’d lie to you about something like that?” Meg replied, tilting her head slightly.
“No. I mean I’d hope so. God, Meg. You’re crazy. And I mean even worse than the crazies in here.”