Outlander

Vikki Scarre. 22. Professional Fighter. But here's a little piece of advice; don't cross my path. I have claws and I'm not afraid to shed a little blood.

[vikki-s]

arthur--p:

My place or yours, love?

Yours. I don’t have the kids tonight.

[vikki-s]

arthur--p:

So are you, it would seem. Although I can’t help but wonder if you’re still married. Otherwise my next course of actions would be highly inappropriate depending on the answer.

Allow me to clear things up for you.

Good enough?

[vikki-s]

arthur--p:

At your service.

I haven’t seen you since Florida. You’re doing well.

[vikki-s]

Well, well, well, if it isn’t the knight.

[vikki-s]

miss-charlottie:

….Am I being charged for this talk?

My services in exchange for a babysitting day, Bub.

[vikki-s]

miss-charlottie:

I really don’t like it when you go all psych major on me.

I may not have finished, but I can still call it. Just chill, Bubbles. Rocky’s gonna be fine and things will work out between you two. If you need to, tell him your fears. Tell him you’re afraid. Just talk it out, that’s all. 

[vikki-s]

miss-charlottie:

What?

Like your Dad, right? That’s what you’re afraid of. You probably subconsciously talked like that. You’re afraid of losing him like how you lost your Dad. You shouldn’t be, though.

[vikki-s]

miss-charlottie:

What I said though… it made it sound like he was going to leave me. I didn’t- I didn’t mean it like that.

You are though, aren’t you. Just not in the way he thinks. 

[vikki-s]

miss-charlottie:

This isn’t funny.

We were talking about kids, and he said he didn’t want any then I said I did- wait, no. Ugh. Either way, I made him upset when I didn’t mean to.

Lottie, arguments are part of marriage. If you don’t have them, then you’re not really in one.

Give him a few days to cool off. I’m sure you’re not the issue. There must be something else bothering him that he doesn’t want to talk about.

[vikki-s]

Aw, your first married argument. So many memories. Lay it on me, Bubbles. 

[vikki-s]

Fuck.

[vikki-s]

noraofaline:

“Well it wasn’t going to be me, I know a kid who’s pretty decent.”

Listen, Nora. Like I said, I have it handled; Bond is lending me a hand. And how do I put this nicely... I would have appreciated it if your offer had any feeling behind it and if you actually, I don’t know, meant what you were saying. The only reason you’re offering me any help is because it’s the holiday season and you want to feel better about yourself; be forgiven by God, feel like you’re a good person or whatever your agenda is. Look, I literally have done nothing to you in the past to be hated so immensely except being a Scarre and possibly annoying the hell out of you when I had your class. But that’s it. Quite literally. It’s been years Nora- get the fuck over hating me. Move on to more important things to worry about.

[vikki-s]

Fuck.

[vikki-s]

noraofaline:

“What sort of baby sitter? I am in no way recommending myself, but I know some people.”

Nora... thank you for your offer but I’ve got it covered. Thanks. 

[vikki-s]

Fuck.

[vikki-s]

allen-bond:

Changing the subject.

Ready for your match?

This girl is gonna get her ass beat.

[vikki-s]

Fuck.

[vikki-s]

allen-bond:

Oh fuck you.

You know it.

[vikki-s]

Fuck.

[vikki-s]

allen-bond:

What’s that supposed to mean?

Meaning that the whole fucking school knew you two were meant to be together EXCEPT you two. In other words, about damn time.

[vikki-s]

Fuck.

[vikki-s]

allen-bond:

Yeah. Yeah, I did. You’d think it would feel different, but it’s more or less the same. Just now I wear a ring. It’s nice though. We’re… we’re finally settled.

Good for you guys. ‘Bout time something good happened with you two.

[vikki-s]

Fuck.

[vikki-s]

allen-bond:

I offered, didn’t I? Don’t worry about it. Gotta make your paycheck.

True that. Aside from me having three kids and separated, how’s life for you? I hear you got hitched.