Newlydead: Private to Fiona

[partcompany]

[there will probably be various stuff here]

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Day 3

[partcompany]

[He pulls Fiona into his dressing room]

Look, Fiona, I don't. I wasn't, with Jack, I didn't—anything. That wasn't anything.

So anyway. He's gone. And things are gonna start getting rougher now, so we should really have a plan.

[2fast2fiona]

Oookay. That doesn't sound overly defensive at all.

[He's right about Jack being dead though. Fiona adjusts her hat thoughtfully.]

What, you had something in mind?

[partcompany]

I am... working on it, okay? I'm working on it.

First of all, do you know who else voted for Jack?

[2fast2fiona]

Nope. Not surprised he made 'friends' so quickly, though.

[partcompany]

I mean, I'm not reeling from shock or anything, yeah. But that does mean there are a couple of people who are willing to kill off a stranger right off the bat. That's... more aggressive than I was expecting. Which means we should probably start making some real friends.

[2fast2fiona]

Because we're both so good at that.

[partcompany]

Okay, obviously when I say "real friends" I do not mean real friends, necessarily, although those would not hurt either. I mean people who will not vote for us. You're a con artist, isn't talking your way onto someone's good side kind of your thing?

[2fast2fiona]

Uh, yeah, to get their money, not their friendship. You know Sasha's the nice one, right? Comparatively.

[partcompany]

I am aware, yes. But, look, we're all in the same boat here, it can't be that hard.

For instance, I was talking with this guy, Dennis, he invited us for drinks with him and his sister. Pretty sure he thinks you're hot. ...And, uh, that I'm gay, but he can't win them all.

[2fast2fiona]

I mean, he's half right. Seventy-five percent right.

[partcompany]

What? Seventy-five, why seventy-five?

[2fast2fiona]

I'm definitely hot and you're at least half-gay, so, 75%.

[partcompany]

You know, I literally just told this guy that we were not the sort of friends who had frank discussions about our sexuality. Guess I was wrong there. He asked if you were a lesbian by the way.

I am not "at least half-gay." ...Maybe five percent. Ten percent? Not more than ten percent.

[2fast2fiona]

Really didn't want to know anything about your sexuality when you were trying to date my sister.

Uh-huh.

[partcompany]

Given that I was into Sasha, I don't know where you're getting your percentages.

[2fast2fiona]

Are we just pretending your crush on Handsome Jack wasn't a thing?

[partcompany]

Yes we are. I mean, that is. Not pretending, just. Definitely not addressing that in any capacity, especially considering his recently untimely death. Or timely death. Whatever.

How about you, what would you say for yourself? Sixty-five? Seventy-five?

[2fast2fiona]

Moving right along then. I dunno, 80% on an average day?

[partcompany]

Oh, huh. I was closer than I expected.

[2fast2fiona]

What exactly did you expect?

[partcompany]

I don't know, actually. I wouldn't say I have a really solid idea of what you're into. I was just going by your crush on Athena.

[2fast2fiona]

[Fiona makes a face, then shrugs.]

Well, there's nothing wrong with my taste. Just remember all the dirt I have on you of you ever feel like you want to share that with her.

[partcompany]

While I am definitely not going to mention that to Athena and am insulted you think I'd try, I would like to point out that she did violently murder every single Atlas employee, so your taste there isn't exactly completely unimpeachable.

[2fast2fiona]

She had a good enough reason.

[partcompany]

I could argue that Jack's reasons for murdering bandits were good. I mean, I am not going to, but I could. Most of those people had nothing to do with her sister.