» I WANNA PIERCE MY BRAIN, for trollface sullivan

"Ok, well then have one of them ask for me," he said, as straight faced as he could manage. He was being persistent because he enjoyed how uncomfortable this whole topic of conversation seemed to be making her. "Don't let them say it was me asking though," he added, pretending to blush.

"Ok, well then have one of them ask for me," he said, as straight faced as he could manage. He was being persistent because he enjoyed how uncomfortable this whole topic of conversation seemed to be making her. "Don't let them say it was me asking though," he added, pretending to blush.

AJ had to try not to laugh at the thought. It was both disturbing and amusing all in one. "Why not?" she asked, curiously, her eyebrow raised "surely you want him to know it was you if you want to date him". She was just teasing him of course, but if he was going to make her uncomfortable then she was going to do the same.

"Not until after I know what he says," he shot back, not missing a beat. "Duh. Don't you know anything about relationships, Sullivan?"

AJ looked at Greg for a moment "no, because I've never even been in one" she said, the sarcasm thick enough to cut with a knife. She rolled her eyes "you're just fucked up" she added, almost affectionately.

Fucked up? Why, yes, yes he was. "I'm sooo fucked up right now," he mused, letting his heavy head drag him from side to side. Having zero balance was one of his favorite things about being drunk. "Let's get hammered."

AJ watched him for a moment before sighing. She was going to regret this when he woke up, she was definitely going to regret it. At least she had done it properly, though, and she knew how to take care of everything. "You're already hammered, though if you're talking about a hammer to the head, I'll gladly oblige".

Greg rolled his eyes. "Noooo, funny girl." He swung his legs down onto the floor and walked toward her, flinging a lanky arm around her shoulder. "What? No one else is coming on tonight. Err, in. Let me be a bad influence. Pleeease."

Aj raised an eyebrow at the man, watching him sceptically for a moment. "Just why do you think I need a bad influence, hmm? I am a Sullivan". She was teasing of course, but she was curious if he would take the bait. She could use some fun after all.

"I am a Mikita," he slurred back, cocking an eyebrow and leaning sloppily toward her. So what if she was a Sullivan? Everyone in this damn town was going to hell, regardless of their last name. "Please, I just don't want to go home," he begged. "Let's just get out of here. I wanna do something crazy."

AJ rolled her eyes "a dangerous combination to be sure. Fine, come on then" she said, holding out her hand to him. Greg and her went back far enough that she trusted him, even if drunk, and she was responsible enough for both of them. Flicking off the lights and turning the sign around, she closed the shop early. It was only a few hours anyway, her father wouldn't kill her... Much. "Now what did you have in mind?"