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[When all else fails, being a facetious little shit:]

Nah, I was planning to take a mournful stroll along the beach later and get a little more rained on. Just for dramatic effect.

[WOW.]

no ilu too

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Yeah? Got any good eighties music to go along with that?

[Being sarcastic is so much easier in person.]

Might I suggest Phil Collins? Either from his Genesis days or solo. Both'll do the trick.

oh ok good

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[Eighties music just makes her think of Ellie, but she manages to keep the wince off her face. Instead, she wrinkles her nose at him]

Do I look like I have Phil Collins on my iPod?

[apparently she's judging Saul for even suggesting it.]

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Wow, excuse you. Seconds Out is one of the most underrated live albums of all time.

[GOD, STEPH.]

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Look, if it's not Beyonce, I don't wanna hear about it.

[WHATEVER, SAUL.]

keywords tho

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...you're kidding, right?

[Saul looks so absolutely mortified by this that it's comical. She has to be kidding.]

wow rude

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[THEM'S FIGHTING WORDS.]

Are you saying there's something wrong with Beyonce?

[She'll throw him off this rooftop so help her.]

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I'm saying that there's absolutely no comparison between her and Phil. Come on. Have you even heard, like, anything he's done?

[




what is happening]

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I have, and I will throw you off this roof if you keep talking crazy.

[SHE'LL DO IT.]

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I'm not the one talking crazy, here.

[It's entirely possible that he's trying to rile her up on purpose. Distractions! Yay!]

Beyonce. Psh.

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Don't even.

[Don't even, Saul.]

Are you sure you're better? 'Cause I think you might still have a fever. It's the only explanation for why you won't admit how awesome Beyonce is.

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[Oh, but he is. He so is.]

I didn't say that. But in the hierarchy of awesome, she's like... [He holds a hand about chest-level, then shakes it. Like he's not even sure she deserves to be up that high.]

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No, in the hierarchy of awesome she's all the way at the top.

[Going up on tip toes and holding her hand up as high as she can? You bet.

They're really mature.]

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[W o w. Kids these days. Cue the most melodramatic eyeroll Steph has likely ever seen as Saul easily holds his hand above hers without standing on his tip toes.]

Nope.

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[He can't hold his hand up higher than hers if she jabs him (gently) in the ribs.]

Yes.

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[Oh.

Snap.

She did not just do that.]

Wow. Resorting to physical violence. Real nice. [Muttered, as he oh-so casually reaches for her lifted hand. IF HE CAN'T WIN, NO ONE CAN.]

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What can I say? I take after my dad. [Today in jokes that aren't funny!

As she neatly steps back, keeping out of reach.

It's a testament to how twisted up her thoughts are at the moment that the joke barely even registers as being something she probably shouldn't say.]

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[Stephanie. Saul's just going to pretend like he didn't hear that, okay? He pouts, pressing a hand to his ribs.]

I could sue you for assault and battery, you know.

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We're in an anarchy, Mr. Goodman, you can't sue me for anything.

[Take that.]

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You wanna bet?

[Because he's pretty sure that if there's one person here who can figure out how to file a lawsuit in the absence of the law, it's probably him.]

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[No don't make it a challenge. That's her one weakness.]

Yup.

[WHATCHA GONNA DO ABOUT IT.]

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[His, too. One of. That and betting and like twenty other things, including her.]

Yeah? How much?

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[There's a moment, amongst the easy banter, where she forgets about all the tension between them and nearly suggests a kiss. Thankfull, her brain catches up with her before her mouth can get her into trouble.]

A hundred marques?

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[There was a moment where he was kind of hoping that would be her suggestion.

A hundred marques is pretty good, though.

He smirks, clasps his hands behind his back, and leisurely steps forward.]

I have no witnesses to back me up on this, unfortunately, but gee, your honor, I've got this crick in my neck that just wasn't there before Miss Brown attacked me...

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[She watches the little display with obvious amusement, before offering him a lazy shrug.]

You've gotta find a judge first, Saul.

[Also it's weird when he calls her Miss Brown.]