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[head_psychic]

Adults: "I love you!" - "Really?!" - "Actually..."

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[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Supposed to mean something?

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

That I'm bored maybe.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Me too. So much so that losing some money on the tables sounds entertaining right now.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

You could always give that money to me instead. Saves you the trouble.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Give it to you for nothing? Do I look like a mug to you?

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

I suppose you don't want me to answer that for that sounded very rhethorical. I will spare you the answer. So you're up for a game, huh?

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

I appreciate it. Sure, haven't played in a while.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Too bad I don't gamble. We could have a game just for fun though!

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Why? If you're really psychic (man, I'm laughing outloud now) then you're obviously gonna win. I don't wanna lose money that bad.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's the thing. I don't gamble, I win. So I can't take your money. There would be no sport in it.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Then what do we play for?

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Fun?

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

And when I win...what do I get?

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

A smile?

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

And?

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Fun.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

And?

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

You are a greedy, greedy man.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

...

We can use my cards.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Alright.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

I'm talking to a moron...

When? Where? These are questions people normally ask next.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

You could come over?

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

To Santa Barbara? For one game? No way. You come to me.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Huh?

I mean...right. You're going to come to Chicago?

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Yeah! Road Trip! Awesome!

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

And...where are you planning to stay...?

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

At your place. You invited me.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

No, I didn't!

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Yes, you did. Because you didn't want to come to Santa Barbara.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Me not wanting to haul my ass all the way across the States does not constitute an invitation into my home!

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Fine, I'll camp in the garden.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

...don't have a tent.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

I'm gonna borrow one.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

I meant, ah...there's no where to pitch it. The garden's...full of weeds!

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Well, then we're back with the house.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

No, you know what? I seem to remember clearing the garden last weekend.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Great! I'll bring the tent.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Aww, jesu- And blankets. You'll need lots and lots of blankets.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Got it! :D See ya soon!

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

What?! You don't even know where I...