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*smiles grimly*

About that...

*grabs arm*

*lowers voice*

*is pretty freakin' scary, as well as freakin' out*

_{ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FREAKING MIND? YOU MADE OUT WITH ANGELUS!}

*grins*

Parker. The boy doesn't have to breathe. OK?

I haven't gotten laid in so long I'm ready to kill someone myself just so they'll lay still. Besides, Angelus is willing to help. Me, anyway.

*is utterly disbelieving*

_{He's a creep. He menaced Broots, Broots' first day here. For fun.

He's got a record of bloodletting that outstrips every person at this school, and it's on a public website. And I'll betcha he's proud of it.

He is *running every single JA member against our platform.*

Do you *really* think he wants you? Likes you? Wants to "help" you?

Are you freaking *serious*, Valentine?}

*doesnt' care who you screw, as long as they're not the opposition or gonna kill you!*

*sighs*

All right. Fine. He wants to help with the weapons. Do I trust him? Hell no. Shit, Parker. Do you think I'm a complete idiot? I wanted something. He wanted something.

Trader-brat. I'm used to negotiating. With everything I've got. Including my body.

*isn't sure she cares what you think, except that you are a friend, so...she'll think about it. Hard*

*hangs onto temper with both hands, and her teeth*

Okay. But I'll say this much: it's only weapons. Not a matter of immediate life or death.

So I'd think you were worth more than some guy's "support." For what very little that would ever be worth.

*makes a face*

Fine. If the undead does it for you, great. But do me a favor? ... Do. Not. Be. Alone. With. Him.

I don't care if you're screwing him in the gym, with an audience; or just within yelling range of Rover and the administrators.

Don't go off-campus with him.

And don't, for the love of our campaign, even *think* about inviting him into your room. Can you do that for me?

Please?

*smiles*

One might almost think you care, Parker.

Weapons may not seem like life or death to you, but... *looks stricken* I've had one since I was too small to remember not having one. They're part of me.

I feel... *of all the people I'm telling this too, I choose Parker? shit, I'm so frelled* broken. I'm a mess.

Angelus helped me today. He got me out of a bad situation and kept me from losing my temper in a way that would have hurt us badly.

But no. I won't invite him in. I know what he is. Illyana and Callisto may have frakked that up, but I'll get Paige or someone to re-ward my room.

Promise. OK?

*has pounding Excedrin headache*

Okay. Yes. Wards, good. Vampires in room, bad.

*smiles cynically at mention of Angelus 'helping'* And I don't suppose he got anything out of it? Anything at all?

I'll believe it when I see it.

*looks massively uncomfortable at the broken confession*

You know, the Counselor here... Death. She's actually pretty good to talk to. If you have. You know. *makes a hand-wavy gesture* Issues.

Since I have to admit I'm not good at that stuff.

*pats Beka's arm very, very awkwardly*

*smiles at poor awkward Parker*

Vampires in room, bad. Yes. Angelus got what he wanted out of it. A good lay. Nothing more. *shrugs* I'm that at least.

Parker, look. I'm not from here. I'm not...laden with "issues". I'm just... it's not good where I'm from. Not at all.

Bear with me. I can be good for you, this campaign, and this school. I know I can. I just have to... *sighs*

You of all people should understand "let's pretend". I want something from Angelus. He's smart and savvy, and he has a fetish for lethal blondes. A bad one. He'll help, because he agrees with me about some things. He won't do anything for free, but the things I want, I'm willing to offer myself up to get.

*doesn't hug Parker, but thinks about it*

*face goes stony*

"Let's pretend" is fine. When you're both human. When one of you isn't a record-setting serial-killing monster. The administrators here may be giving him a second chance. I'm not. I don't trust that he's pretending.

Your call if you sleep with him. But do it after the fucking campaign! One goddamn week, is that so much to ask?

Do you think *anyone* here has a good background? Don't you get it, Valentine? We're all screwed. We're all freaks. Superpowers or not. And you can't blow that off by saying your life is different. You're wrong.

Of course you're more than a good lay. *Faith* is a good lay. *Faith* is giving lapdances for votes. And *Faith* is being supported by your new buddy. Is that what you want to be? His latest screwtoy?

*eyes flash angrily*

My life is different, Parker. You're not the mother of the race that kills everyone you care about and rapes you and your friends for fun. K? My entire timeline, everything bad that happens for the next 2000 years? My doing.

Right. So. Angelus is a villain? A serial killer? The death toll on my account is higher by far.

What I want? The things I want I can't have. Ever. EVER.

*sighs*

Look. I know. OK? No public sex with the vampire. No frat with the enemy. It was a mistake. I was angry as hell. He was there.

Beka? Allow me to be the first to say this, as your friend, and someone who knows from evil:

GET. THERAPY. YOU. DRAMA. QUEEN!

*sneers* Stop taking responsibility for crap you couldn't stop. Jesus. If you didn't pull the trigger, you'll never be to blame. Simple. You are not and never have been a serial killer. Stop doing the easy do-it-yourself *punishment* for surviving by *screwing evil* to prove you *deserve it!*

I should slap you just for making me go Dr. Phil on your ass, I really should.

Learn to want other things. Better things. Living in the past gets you dead.

*sighs tiredly*

Beka, I am the campaign manager. If you don't want to listen my advice, you don't need to be on this ticket. No hard feelings. But no compromises.
You don't get to make these decisions for the other six people I am trying to manage. You don't get to make them vulnerable too.

I don't think I can make it plainer than that. Lose Angelus until after the election, at least. Blame me, it's all good. If his record for evil doesn't convince you, if my word doesn't convince you, if you want your goddamn gun this goddamn minute like a goddamn two-year-old, you don't need to be on the Student Council that bad. Do you?

*sizes Parker up and wonders whether hitting her is a good idea, decides not*

You're right. I'm wrong. We'll leave it at that.

Whatever happens between me and Angelus after today can wait til after the campaign.

Whatever happens between me and my future is my concern. I shouldn't have mentioned it. No drama, Parker, because it was you and me talking. Not me whining to the world.

Want better things? *shrug* I'll see what I can do about that.

Meantime, make what you will of me. Making this school the place it should be is more important than whatever else I've got going on.

But yes, I want my weapons back. They're a fucking part of me. Rant at me about being an idiot. I am. Rant at me about not seeing Angelus for what he is? Fine. I deserve it.

But let's be clear. I don't like being without a weapon. Period. And no ranting, no calling me a two year-old, no lack of understanding from you or anyone else will change that.

*the headache's more like an anvil and tongs now*

Okay. Good. Glad to hear it. Then after this, I won't bring it up again.

*simmers for a moment, slowly, slowly calms down*

Although I still seriously think you need to talk to Death, Beka. I really do. It's what she's there for, for God's sake. It's not like anything you can tell her will be news.

*lets it go, for now, at least*

Right. We'll work on the weapons thing. That's why we've got a united campaign, right? So we have each other's backs. We don't have the power here. The administration does. We have to ask. Anything you can get from Angelus to get your gun-- it won't last. Check out the statement I made at the polls. See if there's anything there you can work with, when we do debates.

*facepalm*

Are we done?

*Beka looks a bit grim*

There's nothing I hate worse than fighting with my family. However it happened, you are my family.

I'm through. And while I'm a stubborn bitch, I do appreciate that you're considered. Believe me, it's made an impression. ~~Maybe even enough of one.~~

*considers*

I don't know if Death is the right person. I'll think it over. I may go see Inara. She's sort of a friend. It's not her field, but she does seem to understand.

*nods*

I'll do what I can. I really can be very persuasive you know. And I'm much smarter than most people credit. Let's see if we can't turn my...philandering...into an asset. People won't expect me to be sharp, concise, and incisive. We can use that.

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