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the lyric prompt meme

HOW TO PLAY:

♪ Comment with your characters.
♪ Post to other characters with lyric prompts and, optionally, a picture to go with it.
♪ The lyrics can come from any song you like, or, hell, you can just link some instrumental music as well. Just so long as there's a song.
♪ Threads happen! Tears are shed.

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Like what?

[Hey lady, you said it. Not him. He jumps back on the bench and watches her shoot. He whistles again, and spins his revolver to show off. Speaking of cowboys.]

I learned how to shoot when I was a kid.

Nothing.

[She fires off her last shot, almost as an afterthought, and it sings through the empty center of the target. As she takes out the cartridge to reload, she takes a deep breath. No good losing her temper, especially when Blonde wasn't exactly asking for it. Calmer now, she looks back up at him while she drops bullets into her magazine.]

Who taught you?

My brother. [He puts the gun down.] Joe, too.

[He holds up a finger at her.]

Not fuckin' bad, by the way.

Who is Joe.

[A bad habit she picked up from living in Paris, phrasing questions as statements, but she's always liked how brusque she sounds doing it. She lifts her eyebrows and the corners of her mouth lift.]

Merci. I've had a bit of practice.

[Especially since the last thing she shot was an actual human being.]

Joe Cabot. I work with him.

[But he's not his boss. He doesn't have a boss.]

On that one bastard, right?

Ah. Right.

[She can't be assed to pretend otherwise, so she just nods.]

That's a good name for him. Fucker.

Fucker or Bastard?

[This time Blonde cheats. From the bench he's sitting on, he points the revolver and motions Shoshanna out of the way.]

Both. [She shouldn't be so candid, but—fuck it.]

I'm glad I did it. Even if he did have it in him to shoot back.

[As if she's in a bad flashback, her heart jumps into her throat when she sees him point his revolver, but then she realizes what he's doing and moves quickly out of the way.]

[Vic notices, but he doesn't comment on it. BLAM. It's a pretty good shot.]

He shot you back?

[Her face remains impassive.]

A few times, actually. And the next thing I knew, I was waking up here, like nothing had happened.

[He lowers the gun and looks at her. He's briefly silent, face unreadable.]

Is he dead?

[She shrugs, looking back at him steadily.]

I think so. I don't know how we would have survived, after.

[A pause.]

If he's dead--good.

And if he isn't?

[She goes a little pale, and her voice drop.]

You don't think he'd show up here...

[He watches her for a moment. Watches her go slightly pale, hears the change in her voice. A few seconds pass, and he glances to her gun. He nods towards the targets.]

Then you know how to finish the job.

[She lets out a bark of a laugh.]

I suppose I do. [She rests her chin in her hands, elboows on her knees.] You're sort of ruthless, aren't you?

You wanted him dead, didn't you?

[Surprisingly, her lips curve upward into a bare smile.]

That's usually why one shoots someone.

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