Author: Freelancer Starbuck
Website: www.geocities.com/freelancer_starbuck
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Feedback: YEAH BABY!
Archiving: Up for grabs as long as you tell me where it's going!
Rating: PG for one minor bad word
Summary: A conversation about professionalism.
Author's Note: At bottom...
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"What the hell?!"
"Ya like it?"
"I'm not sure yet..."
"Well figure it out!"
"It looks... rediculous!"
"Well, I like it!"
"You would..."
"Excuse me, what was that?"
"Nothing."
"I don't believe you, but I'll let it slide."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why would you... do that?"
"Do what?"
"I'm not gonna say."
"Baby."
"Why did you show me?"
"You'd see it eventually!"
"What makes you think that?"
"Oh, you would. Believe me."
"Well, I guess you're right."
"Ha!"
"Oh, shut up."
"Ooh, someone's touchy."
"Whatever."
"Why are you bent outta shape about this?"
"It's... unprofessional?"
"Are you asking or telling."
"Um, telling?"
"..."
"Stop laughing at me."
"But it's funny!"
"You're like a four year old!"
"You got it!"
"That's not something to be proud of."
"Oh, well."
"Can I... touch it?"
"I guess... be careful, it's still a little tender."
"..."
"Ow!"
"Sorry. I guess if you think about it... it's a little sexy."
"And the truth comes out."
"Oh, pipe down."
"Heh."
"What?"
"You're acting like I need permission."
"You don't, but I would have liked to know..."
"It's only my bellybutton."
"There's a bar through it!"
"So? I was getting in touch with my inner teenager, Vaughn."
"Oh, geez, Syd. You have the mental capacity of a fourteen year old anyways."
"Thank you, I can feel the love... I know some pretty smart fourteen year olds!"
"Don't be sarcastic."
"Yes, mother."
"I'll let that one slide. What are you gonna tell Sloane?"
"I dunno."
"Ugh, you are so..."
"Beautiful?"
"True, but not what I was going for!"