[That gets a snort, Saxsice sitting up straight and making more of her gummy-candy-impales-on-pretzel creations.] You ever insult a kid on Xbox Live? Part'a me is dreading the teen years in case my kid makes friends with one of those little shits. He's too nice, he totally would, and I'd have to pretend not to want to dropkick the cringey little fucks who come over for dinner or whatever.
[A nod, thoughtful, lining up the snack creations, then offering one to Dee.] My mom's a bitch. And I'm a bitch for leavin' him there all this time. [Matter-of-fact, the way Saxsice says most things. She's straightforward to a fault.
Then, with a grin, making the snack fly through the air, before gently tapping the tip of Dee's nose with it:] Awwww, you use glitter gel pens too? Stickers? Sign off "xoxo gossip Dee"? Cuuuuuuute.
[Dee watches Saxsice create her pretzel candy works of art with a lopsided, faint smile playing across her lips. That isn't something she's ever tried doing, but now she's curious.]
Yeahhh, I've told a kid to eat a giant rancid dick and choke. But to be fair, he called me an old cunt first. And I feel like it becomes acceptable to insult a child when they start slinging the ol' C word at you. I hope Ryan makes friends with some normal kids who know how to take toilet breaks during their gaming sessions.
[She happily accepts the innovative snack creation, but doesn't bite into it this time.] I hear ya on the bitch mom thing. Loud and clear. My goddamn condolences.
[She means that too. Dee didn't even go to her mom's funeral. She hates that woman so much.
The little tap makes Dee wrinkle her nose, but her smile brightens. She makes a dorky little snorting sound and taps the table with one well-manicured finger.]
Hot pink glitter pens, and I sign off "xoxo Sweet Dee". And I don't do stickers. I do love hearts and stars. [Is she joking? The smile suggests that she's joking. As soon as she stops talking, she pops her candy-pretzel creation into her mouth and grins as she chews.]
[There's a surprised, wheezy laugh from Saxsice, who covers her mouth with one hand, eyes bright and dancing at Dee over the top.] W-Well, sounds like his vibes were atrocious. You prolly did the world a favor, humbled him a bit? Hopefully, otherwise he's gonna end up in politics.
[Another preztelcandy is devoured, then another, while Saxsice nods slowly.] Momma was -- is -- a different kinda awful'n I am, at least. There's that. [A careful, sideways look.] Fuck em, right? Moms. Unless they're cool, like me.
Cute. [Her hip presses closer, knee rocking back and forth, knocking lightly into Dee's.] Where'd that come from? "Sweet Dee". S'a cute nickname. Specially for a hearts-and-stars kinda girlie.
Hopefully! Either I humbled him or made him worse, and if I made him worse then little buddy is definitely going into politics. [She ends her sentence with a grimace and an eyeroll.]
I'll drink to that. [Dee says and raises her pretzelcandy like it's a glass of cold beer.] Screw moms, unless they're cool. Like you. [Then she winks, pops the pretzelcandy into her mouth... and proceeds to continue talking.] You're doing a hell of a lot more than mine ever did for me and Den.
[She smiles, looking a little self-conscious. It's like part of her is afraid of being mocked, despite there being no reason for her to feel this way. She can express herself much easier here, in this bar, with Saxsice.] My brother started calling me that when we were kids. I was... always trying to be nice, and positive, and upbeat, and I think he was making fun of me, but I decided to own the nickname!
Cheers to that guy hopefully failin' every math class and needin' to drop out or somethin'. [Saxsice clinks her pretzelcandy against Dee's, then pops it into her mouth.]
Think it's the thought that counts? Cause lemme tell ya, I've beefed it a lot in my time. Did you know kids get sick like so damn easy? It's a damn nightmare.
[Shaking her head, Saxsice pops a few more pretzelcandies into her mouth, chewing slowly and listening.] Damn, lookit you. Makin' lemonade outta your brother bein' a little shit. Good for you.
[Dee chuckles and nudges Saxsice with her shoulder.]
Look, I know I would too. No one's perfect; we all kind of suck sometimes, but there are some people out there who are way worse than we could ever be. And I believe you! Schools are like fucking petri dishes, and there's always that one kid who's perpetually sick and spreads it to everyone else all the damn time.
[She grimaces; a core memory of classmates in elementary school may have just been unlocked.]
Thank you! [She sounds so pleased with herself.] He was not happy once he realised what I was doing, but I honestly did not give a shit.
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[A nod, thoughtful, lining up the snack creations, then offering one to Dee.] My mom's a bitch. And I'm a bitch for leavin' him there all this time. [Matter-of-fact, the way Saxsice says most things. She's straightforward to a fault.
Then, with a grin, making the snack fly through the air, before gently tapping the tip of Dee's nose with it:] Awwww, you use glitter gel pens too? Stickers? Sign off "xoxo gossip Dee"? Cuuuuuuute.
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Yeahhh, I've told a kid to eat a giant rancid dick and choke. But to be fair, he called me an old cunt first. And I feel like it becomes acceptable to insult a child when they start slinging the ol' C word at you. I hope Ryan makes friends with some normal kids who know how to take toilet breaks during their gaming sessions.
[She happily accepts the innovative snack creation, but doesn't bite into it this time.]
I hear ya on the bitch mom thing. Loud and clear. My goddamn condolences.
[She means that too. Dee didn't even go to her mom's funeral. She hates that woman so much.
The little tap makes Dee wrinkle her nose, but her smile brightens. She makes a dorky little snorting sound and taps the table with one well-manicured finger.]
Hot pink glitter pens, and I sign off "xoxo Sweet Dee". And I don't do stickers. I do love hearts and stars. [Is she joking? The smile suggests that she's joking. As soon as she stops talking, she pops her candy-pretzel creation into her mouth and grins as she chews.]
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[Another preztelcandy is devoured, then another, while Saxsice nods slowly.] Momma was -- is -- a different kinda awful'n I am, at least. There's that. [A careful, sideways look.] Fuck em, right? Moms. Unless they're cool, like me.
Cute. [Her hip presses closer, knee rocking back and forth, knocking lightly into Dee's.] Where'd that come from? "Sweet Dee". S'a cute nickname. Specially for a hearts-and-stars kinda girlie.
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I'll drink to that. [Dee says and raises her pretzelcandy like it's a glass of cold beer.] Screw moms, unless they're cool. Like you. [Then she winks, pops the pretzelcandy into her mouth... and proceeds to continue talking.] You're doing a hell of a lot more than mine ever did for me and Den.
[She smiles, looking a little self-conscious. It's like part of her is afraid of being mocked, despite there being no reason for her to feel this way. She can express herself much easier here, in this bar, with Saxsice.] My brother started calling me that when we were kids. I was... always trying to be nice, and positive, and upbeat, and I think he was making fun of me, but I decided to own the nickname!
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Think it's the thought that counts? Cause lemme tell ya, I've beefed it a lot in my time. Did you know kids get sick like so damn easy? It's a damn nightmare.
[Shaking her head, Saxsice pops a few more pretzelcandies into her mouth, chewing slowly and listening.] Damn, lookit you. Makin' lemonade outta your brother bein' a little shit. Good for you.
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Look, I know I would too. No one's perfect; we all kind of suck sometimes, but there are some people out there who are way worse than we could ever be. And I believe you! Schools are like fucking petri dishes, and there's always that one kid who's perpetually sick and spreads it to everyone else all the damn time.
[She grimaces; a core memory of classmates in elementary school may have just been unlocked.]
Thank you! [She sounds so pleased with herself.] He was not happy once he realised what I was doing, but I honestly did not give a shit.