Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Evening.

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Turtle was crashed on the sofa in the common room, sitting low, sitting comfortably, with a bowl of popcorn, watching old game shoes because there wasn't really much else on. "Boooo!" she called out objectively, a second after shoving a handful into her mouth and a second before throwing another at the TV screen. "You coward. It's no fun if you wager something like that! It's not even a hard question!"

Turtle shook her head. She should be on a game show. She'd do better than these putzes, anyway.


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[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

Dick came into the common room, intending to stuff himself with caffeine since he had to do radio tonight. Then he saw his girlfriend's nemesis.

Maybe if he backed away slowly she wouldn't notice him...

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"1932! 1932, you moro--"

"What is 19...57?"

"Incorrect." Groan. "The correct answer was 1932. 19.32."

"I told you!" Turtle shook her head and caught in the corner of her eye someone coming into the room, so she turned her head to greet them. "Oh, hey...." Pause. Blink. "Dick." She turned back to the TV, handful of popcorn ready for her mouth. "What's up?"

See, she could be....polite...ish...to Annette's boyfriend. She wasn't petty or anything. Just couldn't look at him, that's all.

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"Um...nothing. Just getting a soda." he said. And since he couldn't very well run away he went to the fridge and grabbed one. He took a seat in the armchair near the couch. No way he was sitting on the couch with Turtle. Now if he could avoid saying something stupid.

"I like your hair." Well, so much for that.

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Turtle sucked in both a breath and the urge to say what she was thinking in response to that (Well, you should, it's your jerkface, petty, stupid, selfish girlfriend's work...), responding only with a reserved, "Thanks." And went back to munching on her popcorn.

Which she realized she should probably share. After all, Dick had it hard enough having to date Annette and all, so... She held the bowl his way. "Popcorn?"

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If he hadn't seen Turtle eating the popcorn earlier he'd be worried about poison but lucky for him he had. "Sure."

He took a handful of popcorn and settled back in the armchair. "What are we watching?"

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Turtle shrugged. "Game show. Nothing else really on, but you can change it if you want. These people are complete space cases, too. Who honestly doesn't know that the Zippo lighter was developed in 1932."

Turtle...didn't know. She'd taken a lucky guess.

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"Psh, I totally knew that." No he didn't. "Some people are so stupid."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette walked in because she was on her way to Dick's room, thought to check here first. What she didn't expect to see was Dick and Turtle.

"Well..." Yeah, she had no words.

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Like your girlfriend?

"I know, right?" Turtle said. "I could so be on one of these shows, but I'd feel too bad about making all that money so effortlessly."

"This year was the year that the New York Stock Exchange was officially born."

"Oh! Oh! What is 1792!" Turtle bounced excitedly, biting her lip against a grin because she actually did know that one.

"What is 1815?"

"I'm sorry, that's incorrect. The correct answer is 1792. 17. 92."

Turtle beamed over toward Dick with a toothy grin, as he was the one who could bear witness to her awesomeness.

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Turtle turned her attention toward the sound of another person.

Oh, bullocks. "Hi, Annette," she said simply, shifting uncomfortably on the sofa and putting all her attention back into the stupid game show.

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Considering Dick had been thinking 1963, he was pretty impressed. "Wow. You really should be on one of those shows. Screw feeling bad. You'd be rich!"

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Annette just stared at her; she saw her beaming smile at her boyfriend, and wasn't too particularly thrilled about it. She glanced over at the TV and made no move to walk in further.

She was glaring and she was enjoying glaring.

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"I already am rich," Turtle pointed out with a smirk. Maaan, Dick was pretty cool. What was he doing with a jerkface like Annette?

Oh, yeah. Because jerkfaces like Annette can get whatever the hell they want just because they were born and stuff. Lame. The smirk died away and she sighed a little, turning her attention back to the TV as a commercial started up.

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Good thing Turtle turned back to the TV or else Annette would have gotten a good look at her rolling her eyes. What? She said her hello, she was being as nice as the situation would allow. And that was more than what Annette even deserved, the bratty, horrible braid thief.

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"Well so am I but it'd be fun to rub winning into everyone else's face." he said. Of course he'd never win a game like that. Maybe he had a chance at winning a reality show.

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Annette still stood still, staring at Turtle's ugly studip hair. What she wouldn't give for a size Big Assed Bucket of Glue.

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Turtle considered his arguement. "You do have a point there," she said after a moment. "But, really, the stock market's just like a big game show, just without the TV spot. Plus, I mean, I'd watch that game show, but I'm pretty sure the ratings otherwise would pretty much blow."

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What? Was she just going to stand there the whole time and be annoying? Maybe planning to shoot her in the back of the head because, clearly, Annette hadn't done enough damage to Turtle's pride so far...

"You can come in, you know," she said; she turned her head to look at Annette, but found she couldn't exactly hold the gaze. Instead, she just held up her bowl. "We've got popcorn."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"No, thanks," she looked at Dick then back at Turtle and bowed her head. "I've...got things to do." Then she turned around and left.

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Dick nodded in agreement. "Yeah, my Dad keeps trying to explain the whole stock market thing to me and it just makes me tired and confused. My brother's got an eye for it though."

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"Uh, 'kay..." Turtle arched an eyebrow as she settled the bowl back in her lap. No, that wasn't awkward or anything. Whatever. More popcorn for her, without having to feel all sick over the fact that she was sharing popcorn with someone like Annette, who cut off braids and then wouldn't share popcorn with you.

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"Really?" Turtle's interest was definitely spiked because, okay, she could admit that Dick was cute, and, by theory, Dick's brother might also be cute, and if he was into the market...then again, that would mean she'd be, like, related to Annette or whatever, but Turtle was also related her mother, and her mother was pretty terrible, too, so she could handle that. "Do you know if he has any active stocks right now? He run a portfolio at all? How much has he made?"

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Dick held up his hands and shrugged. "I have no idea. I think we both have stock in our Dad's company but other than that I've got no clue what Beaver is into."

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"His name's Beav-- Oh, wait, no! You told me that, back when we first met, because Beaver, Turtle, animal names..."

Turtle made a note to herself to see if there was any connection to animal nicknames and success on the markets.

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"How'd did you even get that nickname?" he asked. "I mean, it's obvious how Beav got his name. But you don't have very many Turtle-like qualities."