009 | Voice - Resolutions are such old hat

[alwaysatthebar]

To resolve to do the dishes, scrub the floor, stay on top of the laundry. To vow to find someone to take all that Guinness off my hands, and to get my hair dyed. Maybe Red this time? A darker shade of blue? I should get a manicure as well. It's been a while. A regular old girl's day out is what I need.

I should make it a habit.

To remember the things I can't remember. Like that photo I have in my room. Can't remember who the man is or the child, but I'm pretty sure I've never had a kid and the guy ain't my type. Makes you wonder what else was forgotten.

So, this whole making resolutions thing, that means they have to happen, right? I wonder what conclusion I'll be making a month or a year from now, but I can guarantee, not all of these will happen.

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[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Why hello again.

[bill-to-sis.livejournal.com]

[looks him over. He seems sane this time around.]

Solomon.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

... I never did get your name, you know.

[bill-to-sis.livejournal.com]

You sure? I've heard there's a rash of forgetfulness going around. [Ironic, that she's mentioning it, no?]

[Pause]

It's April.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

... that is true.

[Unseen, he writes something down on paper.]

A pleasure, April. I merely wanted to thank you for 'assisting' me the last time I think we talked.

[bill-to-sis.livejournal.com]

[Ah, so maybe he did remember]

Of course. You seemed to be in a bit of a pinch. Did you find your way home?

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Why yes. It seems the young lady that was coming to aid me is someone I live with...

Have you met Marishka? She's rather delightful...

[bill-to-sis.livejournal.com]

[Ah, so it did all work out.]

Can't say I have. Didn't think you were the type for roommates. [Then again, April drowned out the sound of the ticking clock by staying out in public spaces. Perhaps Solomon was more of a private man...]

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Oh, she isn't... well, I think she hasn't been...

It's complicated.

[axeofoath]

Y-you need to resolve to clean your own space?

[Clearly, this is something grave!]

[bill-to-sis.livejournal.com]

[looks him over]

It gets out of hand from time to time.

[She'd rather just fall on the bed and sleep]

[axeofoath]

[The very idea is horrifying to him.]

In that case, all the more reason to regularly keep on top of it. Make a schedule, clean every day, and there will be no messes growing out of control!

[bill-to-sis.livejournal.com]

Even when you work late? There has to be a little room for clutter, don't you think?

[At least he's giving sound advice, even if she can't help teasing him a bit.]

[axeofoath]

N-not at all! Clutter collects dust and dirt and all manner of nasty things!

[And he may never stop taking teasing too seriously...]

[commarogue]

Consider the Guinness off your hands.

...And if you don't remember me, Faith. We kinda did the bond over booze thing before, too.

[bill-to-sis.livejournal.com]

I do remember, although I believe I had a few problems with a different kind of memory then too. I seem to be forgetting quite a few nights, actually, so the Guinness has to go.

When would you like to pick it up?

[She'll regret getting rid of the booze after this is over.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

What the hell you getting rid of Guinness for?

You having trouble remembering things? [Now Dean is just worried]

[orangetoughguy]

I'd volunteer for the Guinness.