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[rudolphofvamps]

The Powers That Be certainly think they're goddamn funny, don't they?

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Re: Private

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Warden. --And sure you can.

Owe me, though.

Private

[thisanxiety.livejournal.com]

I don't owe people shit. What do you want in exchange?

Private

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

What do you got?

Private

[thisanxiety.livejournal.com]

A third a bottle of tequila or some normal bedroom shit.

Private // Spam tiem :D?

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

I'll take the tequila, mate. What can I call you? ..An' where's your room?

Private // Yup! Quick Spam <3

[thisanxiety.livejournal.com]

Frankie. You?

I'll meet you up on deck.

Private // Yup! Quick Spam <3

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Spike.

Works for me. [deck tiem!]

Spam

[thisanxiety.livejournal.com]

[Frankie opted to save the chastising of the name 'Spike' until after he got the smokes. He had picked up the alcohol, as promised, on his way up to the deck and now arrived, looking around for someone dark and shady that might fit the bill of a vampire named Spike.

He, himself, definitely stood out in his bright plaid shorts and chill t-shirt, tattoos adorning his arms. Frankie really needed to get better at remembering to get peoples' descriptions and shit.]

"Hey! Spike, man!" [He shouted across the deck. No fear of embarrassment.]

Re: Spam

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[He quirked a brow, making his way over to Frankie. He reminded him of Harris, in those awful shorts.]

'lo. [pulls out the crumpled pack of fags, fiddling with them a moment before passing them over] Don't spend 'em all in one place.

Spam

[thisanxiety.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, sure." [Frankie agreed without caring, handing over the partial bottle of alcohol. Fair trade. Better, from what he'd heard. It was allegedly easier to get alcohol than smokes on this boat.] "Thanks, man. Anythin' else you need?"