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[la_belle_rogue]

Well, it could be worse.

[Anna is sitting in her kitchen, with a half gone beer in front of her. She looks pretty much the same as usual. Except for the shoulder rig that shows off her sleek nine millimeter.]

Archer, did ya turn into someone who'll graduate in the next century? As fun as the Good Ship Hellboat is, Ah'd like ta get back ta actual missions that don't involve me chasing ya down for yer mom.

[Rogue is affected! She's an ISIS agent, here as a warden, because Malory decided this was the best use of department resources. She goes by Anna, because there's little point in using a code name in a place like this right?

She's somewhat irreverent and a little over this whole Barge thing. But she's a good agent so she's sticking it out.]

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[la_belle_rogue]

How about no.

[codename_duchess]

How about yes because you owe me?

[la_belle_rogue]

Ah don't owe ya jack! Ah'm the one here ta pull yer ass outta the fire! If anythin' you're the one that owes me.

Gawd, yer such a pain in the ass. Why couldn't Malory have sent Lana after ya? This is such bullshit.

[codename_duchess]

No, you have a gun and I don't, and hello? Unfair? I bet I'm a way better shot than you are anyway.

What the hell are you talking about? I wish she had!

[la_belle_rogue]

Bet? Ya know Ah'm a better shot. Mah scores in the range top yers every time. [Smugly] And Lana's.

Oh, great so what? Ya've flooded into an amnesiac? Christ.

[codename_duchess]

...Okay, if I'm flooded amnesiac, tell me something. How many times have you shot me? And how many times have you shot Brett? Accidents count.

[la_belle_rogue]

Wow, really? [SIGH] Ah've tagged ya four times, Bret Ah'm up ta twelve. Wait, fourteen, now.

[codename_duchess]

What! Rogue, that brings my total up to twenty-six!

[la_belle_rogue]

Maybe y'should write it down so ya remember. And it's Anna. Ah don't go around callin' ya "Duchess".

[codename_duchess]

Which one of us is really good at counting bullets, "Anna"?

[la_belle_rogue]

Not Ceril.

[codename_duchess]

No. Not Cyril.

[la_belle_rogue]

So are we done with the pop quiz?

[codename_duchess]

Wha - it's me, shitass! I'm like a non-developmentally-challenged Rain Man!

[la_belle_rogue]

Sure, that's why you're still stuck in this shit hole, cuz ya aren't developmentally challenged, and are totally well adjusted. Cheryl could of graduated faster'n you.

[codename_duchess]

ONLY BECAUSE EVERYONE WOULD WANT TO GET RID OF CHERYL. Whereas I am a huge pleasure to be around, and I bring life and color to this place.

Unlike you. You're just showing off the sand in your vagina.

[la_belle_rogue]

Better mah sandy vagina than yer disease ridden dick.

[codename_duchess]

The antibiotics totally cleared that up, dickwad!

[la_belle_rogue]

Yes, because venereal diseases are like lightnin', and ya can only get it once.

[codename_duchess]

[Okay, time for a gamble. Since one of them has messed-up memories...] Then you should get checked out too. I mean. After last month.

[la_belle_rogue]

Nice try. Like Ah'd touch Lana's leftovers.

[codename_duchess]

Hey, you're the one who said it. Lana's not here.

[la_belle_rogue]

Seriously, Sterling, that's gross. Don't joke about that. It'd be like bangin' a sibling.

[codename_duchess]

Yes! That's what I told you! You blamed it on the tequila.

[la_belle_rogue]

Archer, we've never had sex. Never will have sex. Christ, like Ah need that kind of drama. 'Sides, you're still all dew eyed after Miss Perfect. And if you're not gonna keep the mud outta those waters, Ah will.