» el scorcho, Tag: Aubs / Isla

Why people actually liked to listen to him and Isla bicker at each other was beyond Cormac. But the listeners seemed to genuinely enjoy the two of them. So much so, that they were voted by listeners the special privilege of holding an 'advice show' together. Whatever. It was a few extra hours, a few extra bucks.

He arrived a bit before 7, heading in the front door. He chatted up the receptionist girl, who seemed almost too easy that it would be criminal, and headed to the broadcasting room. The previous DJ had left, leaving a few tracks queued to play while Isla and Cormac got ready to go on the air. He sat heavily in his normal chair, kicking off his sneakers under the desk, and plugging in his mic and headset, prepping for a night of teasing his coworker about her mustache.

Why people actually liked to listen to him and Isla bicker at each other was beyond Cormac. But the listeners seemed to genuinely enjoy the two of them. So much so, that they were voted by listeners the special privilege of holding an 'advice show' together. Whatever. It was a few extra hours, a few extra bucks.

He arrived a bit before 7, heading in the front door. He chatted up the receptionist girl, who seemed almost too easy that it would be criminal, and headed to the broadcasting room. The previous DJ had left, leaving a few tracks queued to play while Isla and Cormac got ready to go on the air. He sat heavily in his normal chair, kicking off his sneakers under the desk, and plugging in his mic and headset, prepping for a night of teasing his coworker about her mustache.

How people seemed to respect Cormac despite his shitty personality perplexed Isla. There was no one as rude, inconsiderate, or just a flat out douchbag as Cormac Donleavy. And she didn't mean to flat out hate someone, but he was surely making it hard for her to continue the cordial relationship because of his jackassery. Isla had been a pretty simple girl, she said what she thought and apparently it was all going well with the viewers as they had voted her, alongside her nemesis, to do an advice show. Normally, she would have declined, but the extra hours of money was hard to say no to.

Walking into the room, she immediately locked eyes with Cormac and rolled them as she made her way toward her seated section. "Wow, for once you're not tardy? What a surprise.." If it'd been up to her, she'd of shot him a long time.

How people seemed to respect Cormac despite his shitty personality perplexed Isla. There was no one as rude, inconsiderate, or just a flat out douchbag as Cormac Donleavy. And she didn't mean to flat out hate someone, but he was surely making it hard for her to continue the cordial relationship because of his jackassery. Isla had been a pretty simple girl, she said what she thought and apparently it was all going well with the viewers as they had voted her, alongside her nemesis, to do an advice show. Normally, she would have declined, but the extra hours of money was hard to say no to.

Walking into the room, she immediately locked eyes with Cormac and rolled them as she made her way toward her seated section. "Wow, for once you're not tardy? What a surprise.." If it'd been up to her, she'd of shot him a long time.

"Nice to see you, too." He said, looking up as she walked in. Isla, pleasant with him as always. He treated her with the same boisterous humor with which he treated everyone, but she seemed repulsed by him.

He leaned back behind him, flipping open a small mini fridge under a desk and pulling out a can of ginger ale. "You want anything?" He waited for a response before leaning up and cracking his own. "They need to let me start spiking these." He said, taking a sip. He'd been reprimanded for getting drunk on the job twice already, and tried to behave himself as a result.

As the queued music came to an end, he got ready to flip them on the air. "Ready, sugartits?" He joked, sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth at her.

"Nice to see you, too." He said, looking up as she walked in. Isla, pleasant with him as always. He treated her with the same boisterous humor with which he treated everyone, but she seemed repulsed by him.

He leaned back behind him, flipping open a small mini fridge under a desk and pulling out a can of ginger ale. "You want anything?" He waited for a response before leaning up and cracking his own. "They need to let me start spiking these." He said, taking a sip. He'd been reprimanded for getting drunk on the job twice already, and tried to behave himself as a result.

As the queued music came to an end, he got ready to flip them on the air. "Ready, sugartits?" He joked, sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth at her.

Isla didn't want to pay him any mind as she settled into her seat, placing her purse to the left of her. She let out a partially mumbled laugh, rolling her eyes as he acted the part of asshole towards her. It was expected to say the least, so she opted in not replying back but being as equally condescending by the eye roll. You're so better than he is girl, don't let him get to you.. she thought to herself, watching him take out a can of ginger ale. It was mighty surprising that he had offered to get her something out, but she had to stand firm in her decision of not being cordial. "I don't take drinks from strange men, the last thing I need is to wake up face down in some hotel room. No thank you." The minute he mentioned that he should have been allowed to spike the drinks was when she immediately knew she was in the for worst. "Oh, so you're telling me the several other times you manage to drink before coming into work doesn't help you get buzzed enough? Really now? Employment must be easy to come by for a member of the AA, huh?.."

The music that'd been queued to play before their segment had finally finished and it was time for her to suck up her shit and bare through four hours of Cormac Donleavy. She sighed to herself, "... unfortunately." she muttered, rolling her eyes once more as things began.

Isla didn't want to pay him any mind as she settled into her seat, placing her purse to the left of her. She let out a partially mumbled laugh, rolling her eyes as he acted the part of asshole towards her. It was expected to say the least, so she opted in not replying back but being as equally condescending by the eye roll. You're so better than he is girl, don't let him get to you.. she thought to herself, watching him take out a can of ginger ale. It was mighty surprising that he had offered to get her something out, but she had to stand firm in her decision of not being cordial. "I don't take drinks from strange men, the last thing I need is to wake up face down in some hotel room. No thank you." The minute he mentioned that he should have been allowed to spike the drinks was when she immediately knew she was in the for worst. "Oh, so you're telling me the several other times you manage to drink before coming into work doesn't help you get buzzed enough? Really now? Employment must be easy to come by for a member of the AA, huh?.."

The music that'd been queued to play before their segment had finally finished and it was time for her to suck up her shit and bare through four hours of Cormac Donleavy. She sighed to herself, "... unfortunately." she muttered, rolling her eyes once more as things began.

"Who says you'd be face down? You've got a decent mug." He joked, without missing a beat. She was so easy to aggravate, and it amused the hell out of him to do so. "And I don't know where we get our fuckin' employees." They were an odd bunch, but it seemed to work pretty well, even if they all seemed batshit insane at times.

He plugged his mic in and leaned back, before putting them on the air. As he started to talk, he sat straighter in his chair, introducing them to the airwaves.

"Well, well, cats and kittens. You voted, and we were selected. I have to say, I'm disappointed in you sick puppies. Thanks to all of you, I'm trapped in a room with Pancho Villa and his mustache, yet again." He shot Isla a playful grin. He didn't mean any harm by it, but got a rise out of annoying the poor girl.

[[am i posting out of order? yep! so much cormac muse now that he's back to his old self.]]

"Who says you'd be face down? You've got a decent mug." He joked, without missing a beat. She was so easy to aggravate, and it amused the hell out of him to do so. "And I don't know where we get our fuckin' employees." They were an odd bunch, but it seemed to work pretty well, even if they all seemed batshit insane at times.

He plugged his mic in and leaned back, before putting them on the air. As he started to talk, he sat straighter in his chair, introducing them to the airwaves.

"Well, well, cats and kittens. You voted, and we were selected. I have to say, I'm disappointed in you sick puppies. Thanks to all of you, I'm trapped in a room with Pancho Villa and his mustache, yet again." He shot Isla a playful grin. He didn't mean any harm by it, but got a rise out of annoying the poor girl.

[[am i posting out of order? yep! so much cormac muse now that he's back to his old self.]]

"... oh wow, thank you so much. That means a lot coming from a serial rapist as well known as you." Isla rolled her eyes yet again. Whenever she'd been in conversation with someone as douchey as Cormac, it was the natural thing to do. The moment she heard anything idiotic come out of her mouth, it was pretty much a given that she was going to play him to the left either through a side eye or rolling her eyes. "Of course you wouldn't know.. they hired you, didn't they?"

Isla gave him the finger and mouthed off a quick 'fuck you' the second she heard anything about a mustache. It'd been a joke that had grown wings and just would not leave her alone. Any time she'd been on the streets, she would get countless people coming up to her to see if she had indeed had a mustache. She wanted to murder Zayne and Cormac for it, but knew that in order to rile them up all she had to do was successfully do better than them. "What were you all thinking?! Seriously, do I not deserve any better than slumming with the King of terrible jokes and sexually transmitted diseases?! I mean, come onnnn!"

"... oh wow, thank you so much. That means a lot coming from a serial rapist as well known as you." Isla rolled her eyes yet again. Whenever she'd been in conversation with someone as douchey as Cormac, it was the natural thing to do. The moment she heard anything idiotic come out of her mouth, it was pretty much a given that she was going to play him to the left either through a side eye or rolling her eyes. "Of course you wouldn't know.. they hired you, didn't they?"

Isla gave him the finger and mouthed off a quick 'fuck you' the second she heard anything about a mustache. It'd been a joke that had grown wings and just would not leave her alone. Any time she'd been on the streets, she would get countless people coming up to her to see if she had indeed had a mustache. She wanted to murder Zayne and Cormac for it, but knew that in order to rile them up all she had to do was successfully do better than them. "What were you all thinking?! Seriously, do I not deserve any better than slumming with the King of terrible jokes and sexually transmitted diseases?! I mean, come onnnn!"

"Well, I had to be King of something, might as well be the king of the STDs." He shifted his weight, leaning away from the mic, and handed Isla a stack of printed out emails. Listener questions for them to answer over the course of the evening. "Although I have been Gonorrhea Free for like... four years, now." He shot her a cocky grin.

"So all you lovely listeners sent us in a list of questions to answer, talk about, shoot the shit over. I'd offer ladies to read one first, but since there's no ladies present..."

"Well, I had to be King of something, might as well be the king of the STDs." He shifted his weight, leaning away from the mic, and handed Isla a stack of printed out emails. Listener questions for them to answer over the course of the evening. "Although I have been Gonorrhea Free for like... four years, now." He shot her a cocky grin.

"So all you lovely listeners sent us in a list of questions to answer, talk about, shoot the shit over. I'd offer ladies to read one first, but since there's no ladies present..."

"As if that's something to be proud of.. The fact that you were dirty enough to even have one, if not all the sexually transmitted diseases is very telling of your character, if you want to know what I think about the situation." Isla of course had rolled her eyes at him hinting at her not being a lady.. as if he had enough of a clearance on being male. Douchebags were stupid. "Why don't you go first, ma'am.."

"As if that's something to be proud of.. The fact that you were dirty enough to even have one, if not all the sexually transmitted diseases is very telling of your character, if you want to know what I think about the situation." Isla of course had rolled her eyes at him hinting at her not being a lady.. as if he had enough of a clearance on being male. Douchebags were stupid. "Why don't you go first, ma'am.."

He grinned at her, just enjoying the shittalking. It got a little heated sometimes, but he genuinely loved his job. It was just an excuse to sit around all day and talk to his coworkers about almost anything. It would only be better if he could do it without pants on.

"Alright, first question comes from a listener named Justin. 'If you guys had to Fuck, Marry, or Kill your three other hosts, who would you do what to, and why?'" He looked at Isla. "I feel like you should answer this one first, Cooper."

He grinned at her, just enjoying the shittalking. It got a little heated sometimes, but he genuinely loved his job. It was just an excuse to sit around all day and talk to his coworkers about almost anything. It would only be better if he could do it without pants on.

"Alright, first question comes from a listener named Justin. 'If you guys had to Fuck, Marry, or Kill your three other hosts, who would you do what to, and why?'" He looked at Isla. "I feel like you should answer this one first, Cooper."

Isla groaned, not really wanting to answer one bit of the question. It was baited either way and she could only take it as best as she could.. "God, I seriously hate you all." she sighed once more. "Okay, so being logical. I think I'd Fuck Cormac, Marry Zayne, and Kill Deliyah.. ugh.. UGH. I think I need a shower.."

Isla groaned, not really wanting to answer one bit of the question. It was baited either way and she could only take it as best as she could.. "God, I seriously hate you all." she sighed once more. "Okay, so being logical. I think I'd Fuck Cormac, Marry Zayne, and Kill Deliyah.. ugh.. UGH. I think I need a shower.."

He smirked to himself at her answers. "The office shower is kind of gross downstairs, I don't recommend. I think I'd... Fuck Isla, Only because she's FINALLY admitting that'd she fuck me.... I'd have to kill Zayne - because I'm not going gay again. And I think I'd marry Liyah." He shuffled a few printed emails. "You people suck at this questions thing, you know that?" He joked. He handed Isla a stack to go through, hoping to find something they could answer and discuss. That was the point of this stupid Q and A promo, right?

He smirked to himself at her answers. "The office shower is kind of gross downstairs, I don't recommend. I think I'd... Fuck Isla, Only because she's FINALLY admitting that'd she fuck me.... I'd have to kill Zayne - because I'm not going gay again. And I think I'd marry Liyah." He shuffled a few printed emails. "You people suck at this questions thing, you know that?" He joked. He handed Isla a stack to go through, hoping to find something they could answer and discuss. That was the point of this stupid Q and A promo, right?

"As long as you live, never mention this every again. I swear to god, I'll not only castrate you, I'll kill you too.." Isla rolled her eyes, shuffling through papers for a question that would be tame compared to the last. Looking through though, they were all as stupid as the last. What kind of set up was this? "These are ridiculous.. but I guess I'll go with this one 'What's your most embarrassing sex story?'"

"As long as you live, never mention this every again. I swear to god, I'll not only castrate you, I'll kill you too.." Isla rolled her eyes, shuffling through papers for a question that would be tame compared to the last. Looking through though, they were all as stupid as the last. What kind of set up was this? "These are ridiculous.. but I guess I'll go with this one 'What's your most embarrassing sex story?'"

"Ah, Jesus." He giggled. "Uhh. It's a tie, for me? The first time I ever had anal sex, I accidentally used an entire bottle of lube... didn't know any better. Gave the poor girl an enema. And the other one is this one time when I was eighteen, my parents caught me and my girlfriend in the shower together. And called her parents." He snorted at the memory. "Isla?"

"Ah, Jesus." He giggled. "Uhh. It's a tie, for me? The first time I ever had anal sex, I accidentally used an entire bottle of lube... didn't know any better. Gave the poor girl an enema. And the other one is this one time when I was eighteen, my parents caught me and my girlfriend in the shower together. And called her parents." He snorted at the memory. "Isla?"

Why did she have to pick that question? Just why? She couldn't fathom why the hell she agreed to do this radio show in the first place. It was her worst nightmares all wrapped up in one with Cormac across from her looking like the idiot he was. "You know what, I'm gonna have to plead the fifth on that one.. there's no way I'm answering that!"

Why did she have to pick that question? Just why? She couldn't fathom why the hell she agreed to do this radio show in the first place. It was her worst nightmares all wrapped up in one with Cormac across from her looking like the idiot he was. "You know what, I'm gonna have to plead the fifth on that one.. there's no way I'm answering that!"

"Isla, be real." He chided, smiling at her. "Our lovely listeners all want to know. I know that I want to know. Spill."

"Isla, be real." He chided, smiling at her. "Our lovely listeners all want to know. I know that I want to know. Spill."