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[JP] Persuade
Jan. 23rd, 2009 01:08 am[Andy = ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
called_thumper. Riley is an NPC.]
“I hate getting new editors.”
“And I pity Amy Winehouse. They keep trying to make her go to rehab and she just keeps saying no, no, no.”
Marion paused for a minute, listening to her brother’s voice on the other end of the phone as she headed out to her car, before laughing at his completely deadpanned response. “What?” she asked as she shook her head slightly, reaching for the keys out of her pocket.
“I have no idea, it’s just been stuck in my head all day. What’s wrong on the editing front?”
“We have a new guy.”
“Ahh, the dreaded new guy. He put a rut in your day?”
“Something like that,” she sighed, deciding against the idea of climbing into her car and just leaning back against the driver’s side door. “He’s just—his style isn’t the same as the last guy, so when I’m doing work that would have been more than acceptable for the old guy—”
“He’s telling you twenty things you’ve never needed to change before.”
“Exactly.” Riley understood her so well. She often cursed that he lived all the way in Palo Alto. “He’s just—frustrating.”
There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and her brother’s voice came back again, confused. “Frustrating in a work capacity way, right? Not in a way I don’t want to know about.”
Marion frowned slightly, before looking over towards her phone. “And in what way is that?”
“You know—bow chicka wow wow.”
Marion’s jaw dropped slightly, and her screech echoed off the roof of the garage. “What?”
“You’re right. You’re right. What the fuck was I thinking?”
“What the fuck were you thinking is right!” Marion said, practically shouting, not really caring if she was heard because there wasn’t really anyone around. “Where the fuck did you come up with something like that?!?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know. See, this is why, when I come up from Palo Alto, I should go right to you, because Andy, he corrupts me. He sits there, and he reads me things completely out of context, and you know what? I’m supposed to be the good kid in this equation.”
Marion couldn’t help the bit of laughter in her voice as she continued. “Tell him he needs to stop that because, really, he’s my boss for Christ’s sake.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know,” Riley sighed. “Andy is henceforth banned from the internet in my presence.”
“Good,” Marion said with a heavy sigh. “You know what? Think I could persuade you guys into eating pizza out tonight?”
“Out?” Riley said, sounding genuinely confused. “As in actually eating pizza in the restaurant as oppose to in your apartment.”
“That’s exactly it,” Marion smirked.
There was a long pause as her brothers talked on the other end of the line, before Riley responded. “Andy wants to know if he can have garlic knots.”
“Sure,” she sighed as she turned around to open the car door again. “I’ll meet you at Giorgio’s? Andy knows where it is.”
“We will be there. See you in a bit, Mar.”
“See you in a bit.”
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called_thumper. Riley is an NPC.]“I hate getting new editors.”
“And I pity Amy Winehouse. They keep trying to make her go to rehab and she just keeps saying no, no, no.”
Marion paused for a minute, listening to her brother’s voice on the other end of the phone as she headed out to her car, before laughing at his completely deadpanned response. “What?” she asked as she shook her head slightly, reaching for the keys out of her pocket.
“I have no idea, it’s just been stuck in my head all day. What’s wrong on the editing front?”
“We have a new guy.”
“Ahh, the dreaded new guy. He put a rut in your day?”
“Something like that,” she sighed, deciding against the idea of climbing into her car and just leaning back against the driver’s side door. “He’s just—his style isn’t the same as the last guy, so when I’m doing work that would have been more than acceptable for the old guy—”
“He’s telling you twenty things you’ve never needed to change before.”
“Exactly.” Riley understood her so well. She often cursed that he lived all the way in Palo Alto. “He’s just—frustrating.”
There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and her brother’s voice came back again, confused. “Frustrating in a work capacity way, right? Not in a way I don’t want to know about.”
Marion frowned slightly, before looking over towards her phone. “And in what way is that?”
“You know—bow chicka wow wow.”
Marion’s jaw dropped slightly, and her screech echoed off the roof of the garage. “What?”
“You’re right. You’re right. What the fuck was I thinking?”
“What the fuck were you thinking is right!” Marion said, practically shouting, not really caring if she was heard because there wasn’t really anyone around. “Where the fuck did you come up with something like that?!?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know. See, this is why, when I come up from Palo Alto, I should go right to you, because Andy, he corrupts me. He sits there, and he reads me things completely out of context, and you know what? I’m supposed to be the good kid in this equation.”
Marion couldn’t help the bit of laughter in her voice as she continued. “Tell him he needs to stop that because, really, he’s my boss for Christ’s sake.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know,” Riley sighed. “Andy is henceforth banned from the internet in my presence.”
“Good,” Marion said with a heavy sigh. “You know what? Think I could persuade you guys into eating pizza out tonight?”
“Out?” Riley said, sounding genuinely confused. “As in actually eating pizza in the restaurant as oppose to in your apartment.”
“That’s exactly it,” Marion smirked.
There was a long pause as her brothers talked on the other end of the line, before Riley responded. “Andy wants to know if he can have garlic knots.”
“Sure,” she sighed as she turned around to open the car door again. “I’ll meet you at Giorgio’s? Andy knows where it is.”
“We will be there. See you in a bit, Mar.”
“See you in a bit.”
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