Cuddle Valley High: Role Play

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"We were 'disturbing' the class." she shrugged. "I think it's because the professor doesn't like Angel."

((skippage?))

(((If ya want)))

Derek fiddled with the salt shaker absent-mindedly, chewing on a toothpick. "...And for you, sir?" the waiter asked. There was a long pause.

"I don't know... Food... Whatever you like."

The waiter gave him an odd look but wrote something down anyways.

Allor laughed. "What's wrong?" she asks as the waiter leaves. "I'm not stupid so don't say nothing."

"I don't know, I was just thinking about stuff, and I got that hopeless feeling like you get after you've been on drugs and it wears off for some reason."

"You didn't start again, did you? 'Cause then I'll kick your ass, dump you on the side of the road outside the hopsital, and drive off." Allor said tesing of course.

"No, don't worry, but you really need a new car."

"Why?" Allor asked. "Black mumba has been good to me and she's in great condition. Damn, now Faye's got me naming my car."

"It's an SUV. Thought you were supposed to be an anarchist or something... That's where the comment about oil conglomerates being evil came from," Derek said, trying not to sound rude.

"****, if he you can afford, go for it. Besides I've been called the future soccer mom."

"No, you don't get it. The oil industry is a billion-dollar a day business, the people in charge of these companies earn more money a day than most of us will make in a lifetime. They go around ass-raping third world countries whose leaders are cowards in the face of economic imperalism. All the money goes to the oil barons, the people don't benefit from the natural resources in their countries and if they did they'd be just as well off as people here. The bottom line is money, nobody gives a ****, and knowing this driving around in an SUV is equivalent to spitting in the face of people who are forced to live in poverty because of all this. Not to mention the fact that it's burning a hole in the ozone and in a century we'll all be oilless and probably dead," Derek said, his tone intensifying as he went on.

Allor slammed on breaks. "Get the **** out." she said reaching over. "And walk making all those hard working third world countries work in vain, and if you'd prefer I'll sell the SUV and get moeny and walk everywhere although I'll always be late for work, and then I'll get fired, but hey you can pay the bills, and then if that doesn't work, we can always have a baby and live off wellfare."

((they're not in the car... I don't think))

"And we all know most people in Kuwait and Saudi Arabia are just filthy rich, with whole rooms full of hundred-dollar bills from all the oil they export! For ****'s sake Al, I never told you to walk anywhere, just that driving a car that gets gallons to the mile instead of the other way around makes the problem that much worse," Derek yelled, making everyone else in the restaurant go dead silent. "Maybe I am crazy and I'll burn in hell for believing what I do, but I'll be ****ed if I don't take a few people with me on the way," he whispered after a pause before standing up and leaving.

((****, that's right. scratch that post.)))

Allor sighed. "You know as well as anyone I really don't give a **** about the government of any country let alone ours. And if you'd prefer I'll sell the SUV and get moeny and walk everywhere although I'll always be late for work, and then I'll get fired, but hey you can pay the bills including my college tuition, and then if that doesn't work, we can always have a baby and live off wellfare." she says sipping from her Pepsi.

"If you don't give a **** about the pigs, why are you paying them to carry out their bullshit? Maybe I don't make a difference, but at least I'm ****ing trying!" Derek yelled, again making the restaurant go silent. ((I assume my response to your post is also irrelevant, then?)) "You can't just not care, you can't just watch the cops beating innocent people and the feds destroying entire countries and sit back doing nothing!"

"Well what do you propose I do?" ALlor said arching an eyebrow. "Join Engel in his riots and protests?"

"Anythi—what? You didn't tell me about Engel staging protests. Where?"

Allor looked at him. "What do you mean everything? And you didn't give me a chance."

"I mean do anything, write on walls, join protests, drive your truck into a ditch, throw rocks at the White House, whatever you want, but we all have to do something or pretty soon we'll be at war with everyone until the sun implodes. But tell me more about this Engel."