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Somewhat Sane Sylvia
Ryan & Sylvia | PRIVATE

goodneverwins:

Yeah, well, what do I have to lose? I stole the car a few hours ago because we’re fifteen and he’s a dick. Maybe I should sell this for a quality RV to make meth out of.

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She’s not going to find out. She doesn’t have to know where I am all the time; that’s how the whole authority figure thing works. 

It’s a surprise. I’m going to let your sober mind stew over that for a while.

A car, for starters, but I’m not gonna tell you what to do. This whole ‘reckless’ thing is probably the most interesting stuff I’ve had to deal with all week.

She doesn’t have to find out? Wow. Color me surprised, bitch. Why the sudden change of heart?

Oh please, I can forget all about it in a matter of seconds. As soon as you let me go so you can drive over here, I might forget this entire conversation even happened. You never know.

Sylvia & Darren

darrenthefox:

Burn it. 

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Drinking a martini, and designing a dress for someone. You?

I would if I could. Oh, I would.

Nicely done. Is the dress for a client or someone you’re stalking?

Ryan & Sylvia | PRIVATE

goodneverwins:

I could do that. How pissed do you think he’ll be if I sold his car on a whim? My career wouldn’t even be able to save me.image

Please don’t do that ever again. Ava would have a field day if she had to bail us out again.

Probably really angry. But why would you sell it if you could take it into the middle of the desert and make meth with it?

Well that’s not an option, anyway, since you’ve made your stance on Ava really clear. I don’t want to deal with the fallout after she finds out that you’re fucking me anyway.

So where are we going, Goodwin? 

Ryan & Sylvia

goodneverwins:

He’s an idiot. I should have sold the car to Trevor. Pulled over by the exit of a highway; I just picked up the car. Just meet me outside. 

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This is going to be fun.

You should sell it to a pawn shop.

I hope you’re not being sarcastic, bitch, because there’s still plenty of time for me to get drunk off my face and inhibit your ability to drive.

Theodore & Sylvia

dr-theodore-anderson:

 

Well, I’ve been studying for a long while now. I just started working at New Visions about a month ago.

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You’ll have to explain where that is. I have a limited scope of travel here, and when I’m out and about it’s usually for important stuff. 

And how fucking old are you? It looks like you’re too young to be a therapist — shouldn’t you still be in Med School?

Sylvia & Darren

darrenthefox:

I want to cry, sad, sad tears.

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You should. There’s photographic evidence of that travesty somewhere in the world.

Anyway, bitch, what are you doing tonight?

Ryan & Sylvia

goodneverwins:

Gotcha. Do you want to go for a drive? I “won” back my car until my brother sends a hitman after me. You don’t even have to be sober.

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That’s pretty fucked up, but whatever. I’m at the office. Where are you? I can just meet you or something. 

I don’t have to be sober, but here I am. What a fucking drag.

Elliot & Sylvia

greeneyedloftlin:

You’re planting ideas on my brain, and you know I have a pretty wild imagination, you just do it on purpose.

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Umm… I may have some… handcuffs and a blindfold. But not a vibrator. Why?

Planting ideas doesn’t matter. Are you telling me that you own bondage stuff but not a vibrator? Do you know how backward that is — like who the fuck started you on sex toys? Everyone I’ve ever talked to always started with a dildo that they shamefully found online and hid from their parents.

Ryan & Sylvia

goodneverwins:

So?

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I’ll rephrase that.

I’m bored. And I’m dri—

This is non-alcoholic. Get me out of here.

Ryan & Sylvia

goodneverwins:

The next time I call you a bitch, it will be endearing. 

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It had fucking better be. 

I’m bored.