if i think i can figure things out, is that curiosity or arrogance?

After Peter had managed to wake enough to do it, he snagged his phone again and texted Topher a simple, You're a dead man, Christopher. :)

Actually killing Topher, he'd decided, would take too much effort, and he had more important things to worry about.

Terrifying the shit out of him, on the other hand?

Well, that was just good fun.

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Topher might be miserable, but when his phone went off he still reluctantly reached for it and glanced at it. And once the letters stopped spinning in his head, he could actually read it.

And he shrieked. Loudly.

Sigh. Then:

what d i say/

Forgive the bad grammar, Peter. He was a bit dizzy.

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Ah. See, he was starting to feel better about his night of missed sleep, why the hell did you have to go and make him agitate statesmen, Topher already.

But instead of texting back anything about agitated statesmen, Peter wrote, oh, you know what you said.

He wondered if Topher was going to be flailing around trying to figure it out.

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Nope. Too exhausted for that.

Pause. Then he hazarded a guess.

wre yuo th one i told i love tony/

......Topher. There was just no excuse for saying something like that.

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Quinn didn't recognize Topher's phone number, and she had no idea where he lived. She hit redial after she got his message anyhow, so somewhere in his room his phone was no doubt ringing.

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Really, Peter might feel sorry for the guy if he didn't keep doing really ill-advised things, like giving Peter Wiggin blackmail material.

After a moment of weighing what would cause more distress - affirmation or denial - Peter opted for, No, but thanks for telling me. Send me a wedding invitation.

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So it was! Topher picked it up, cringed, and very reluctantly put it to his ear.

"Hello?"

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"It's Quinn." Look, Topher, now you could quit calling her Jello girl! "Good for you that you aren't scared of me. Really. But why am I on your special drunk dialing list?"

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That got a good flail out of him, despite the early morning-ness of it.

i dont really! just said i did!

He even managed to spell it right that time. But sure, Topher. Sure.

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It was a real mystery. Jello girl.

"...uh..." He thought. "Maybe... Kenzi gave me your number?"

Maybe. Unlikely.

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I'm not judging, but you know what they say about drunk sincerity.

Momentarily sidelined from the 'terrify Topher' trail, sure, but this was also funny.

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Of course. It all came back to her.

"... and why does Kenzi want you to ramble at me when you sound wasted?"

Quinn suspected she didn't want to know the answer to that, but she asked anyhow.

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what about WEIRD CHANGED PERSONALITY sincerity???? PUPPY KICKER

Low blow, Topher.

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"Don't know."

See how much he cared?

"I don't think she likes you." Pause. "I don't really like you."

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...Well sure, but also proof that he should probably be watching Peter to do up some valuable insight on how to actually torture people.

Y, that was weird, he texted back with no trouble at all. But /I/ wasn't myself at the time.

Seriously, Topher, the trick was acting like you didn't care.

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"Kind of picked up on that," Quinn said dryly. "I don't need everybody to like me."

Just the important people.

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how do we know that for sure???

Give it a rest already, Topher.

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"I think Kenzi agrees." Nod nod. "'Cause of how she made me make that commercial."

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Because I don't have an accent.

Duh, Topher.

So, you and Anthony Stark, the love that dare not speak its name? Were you drowning your sorrows, Christopher?

Peter was a horrible person.

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Horrible. Just the worst.

NO!!!!! kenzi made me try stuff. for quality control.

Not that he'd even believed that at the time, but it would sound pathetic to admit he'd just gone along with it.

and if i DID like tony i wouldn't have anything to drown my sorrows about.

Hmph.

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I dunno, the last thing I heard, he had a girlfriend, said Peter, who was cruel.

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endsthegame

Ender didn't exactly think of himself as a hangover helper for anybody, but he'd heard the radio just now, and he was headed out to feed Ben anyway - nevermind that he felt a little responsible for Topher just on the grounds that Peter seemed to have made him into a favorite target, and he knew what that felt like.

So the door might have opened a little bit, just for someone to produce some water and aspirin and set it down on the floor before it shut again.

Ender was going to consider it practice for dealing with his colonists later.

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only while he pines for me, Topher assured him.

Really, Topher? Because this was starting to sound a lot a little familiar. Maybe the story of a sad, sad hooker waiting for his long-lost love to return his affections?

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"Which commercial?"

Wary Quinn was wary.

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