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Turtle filled her cup about halfway up with sugar before pouring in the coffee.

"Okay," she said, taking a seat at the table. "Yeah, I know. Finals week. I don't even know if any of the other clubs are going to have a meeting or not, but capitalism does not take a break for exams!" She said this quite firmly, thank you. "Plus, I just need your reports on how the glitter selling went so I can look them over and project for next year what sort of other things to pursue or if this is something we should stick with and expand or whatever. That's about it. So just get those to me and you can go study, or whatever, but stick around, seriously, 'cause it's our last meeting and look at all the cookies I brought."

She threw in a very convincing pout for good measure, too.

[[ up early because I've got to go into work early tonight. woe. ~~wait for~~ OCD is up, unlike me for my classes this morning.]]

[[ ALSO, glitter victims? Think your character figured out that the glitter did it? There's a Thread for Customer Complaints today. :) ]]

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Turtle just stared at Annette for a good, long time, because, clearly, Blondie had hit a new level of insane. "What are you even talking about, Annette? Why do I owe you a refund on the glitter?"

"Because. And stop staring at me like that, Turtle. You know exactly what you did." Annette looked around and then lowered her voice, "I used that glitter and then sort of...thought I was someone else."

"Isn't there a shrink in town now?" Turtle said, leaning in as if to match Annette's lowered voice. "Sounds like something you should take up with him instead of me. If I didn't know any better and recongize it as complete looney tunes, I'd think you were saying you thought you were someone else because of the glitter. Which makes no sense, Annette. It's glitter. It causes boykissy. Not delusions."

"Well, it caused me to be this Doug guy who I have no idea what his last name is. Dick just kept saying Doug who, Doug who...Anyway, Turtle, the glitter is gremlin tainted obviously, think you should check into that."

She gave her a too-sweet smile. "Oh, did I tell you about my final in Home Ec? My brothel room turned out really good. I even made a sign for it. Might have something or other to do with Turtle. Miss Frost took pictures. Remind me to show you later, hmm? Now, give me my money back."

Turtle in the middle of snerking and laughing at the whole 'Doug who' thing, but then she stopped dead in her tracks with a glare, what with that smile on the Perv's face, and the mention of 'brothel' and her name in one breath.

"What did you do, Annette? Don't make me get out of this chair and kick you agian."

"You can't kick me Turtle, can't you see that I'm a mess as it is? Stitches in my head and everything. Now stop being a pain in my ass and give me my money back." Annette dug into her pocketbook and took out the blue, green and pink glitter she had bought and shoved them at Turtle. "Don't make me shoot you with my holy water, Turtle."

"Oh, boo-hoo. You think just because you're injured, you can get away with being a jerk? I'm not giving you your money back. I used the glitter too, and nothing happened to me, so stop trying to scam me. I'm not stupid, Annette. You can't convince me of evil, sparkly, maaaagic glitter," waggly fingers, "just because I didn't buy your whole Doug Hoo routine."

Annette pursed her lips. "Oh, you haven't seen jerk yet, Turtle Wexler! Everyone is going to love my brothel when I post big assed pictures of it everywhere."

She turned to go, "Oh, have a pleasant evening you scam-sucking evil money-hungry cheating girl!"

Ooooh, those were some big words; Turtle rolled her eyes and let Annette go. If anything, Turtle was secure in the fact that she could beat Annette up without too much of a problem, especially if she got some tips from Mr. Deadpool first. And she knew she really wouldn't feel guilty about, either.

Turtle hummed and went back to looking over her figures, but ended up just doodling pictures of Annette-the-Hose-Beast in the margins of her notepad. Her favorite was the one where she was proclaiming, "Wah, wah, wah, I didn't get what I want, so I'm gonna throw a fit about it and call Turtle names, although I know she' so much prettier and cooler than I am and I just wish I could be like her, but she doesn't love me, wah, because I'm a jerkface."

Apparantly, Annette-the-Hose-Beast talked a lot.

(ooc: omg! *dies laughing*)

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