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"You've reached Bradbury. I'm out, so leave a message if you need me."

It's not like they can rig it so you get them on purpose. [ Then again, it's City Hall, anything is possible. ]

It's the safest option I can think of.

Yeah.

[ A PAUSE. ]

Hey, thanks.

[ Wow why was that pause IN CAPS. He grunts, sounding amused. ]

Anytime. Don't yell at me if he hates it, though.

It'll be your fault.

[ He makes a small, indignant noise. ]

Why do I always have to be your fall guy?

Take some goddamn responsibility, asshole.

Edited ( ) 2012-12-21 07:44 (UTC)

[ He pauses, before chiming in, indignant: ]

You aren't always my fucking fall guy! I'd rather you be the muscle.

[ He snorts. ]

I know. Shit, I didn't think you kept me around because I was good-lookin'.

Oh, fuck no!

[ GET OUT. ]

[ He just laughs, because riling Mitch up is always a good time, and not something he's had a chance to do recently. In typical Bradbury fashion, it's quiet rather than full-blown laughter, and when it finally tapers off, the silence is a little thoughtful. ]

So what do you want for Christmas? Aside from world peace, or whatever.

Me? I don't fucking know, invent a way for me to get coffee intravenously.

I'm not enabling you.

[ Or at least not any more than he already had. ]

It's not enabling when it's not an unhealthy addiction!

[ Mitch, honey, no... ]

Don't you have someone else to be your coffee bitch?

I have a lot of coffee bitches, but that doesn't mean cutting out the job entirely wouldn't be a good idea.

Or at least, I could divert interns to something else.