Cammie & Lil

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Early in the afternoon, Cammie and Lil have a chat about various topics including car theft and robot vandalism.

The couch in the common area was comfy. Cammie was on it, staring up at the ceiling, laying down. She actually worked today and had a couple hours until she had to go and tackle job number two and was killing it flicking paper at the ceiling only to do it again when she caught it.

Life, sometimes, was endlessly boring.

Even more so when toys where taken away. Out of seemingly out of no where, a hand reached out to snatch the paper from the air on one toss before Lil's blonde head appeared upside down. "Heya," the Amazon said with a small smile to her green-haired friend then dropped the scrap on Cammie's face. "You look about as excited as I feel today, Cams."

She blinked when the paper hit her head, “Maybe it’s contagious,” she offered, not bothering to move the paper football from the place on her head. She did wrinkle her eyebrows though. “I was killing time with that,” she crumbled. Yes, it was way too much work just to get it.

"Must be," Lil agreed as she plopped down in a seat nearby. She wasn't bored so much as... restless. "Find it hard to believe that you don't got anything interesting going on. No new crazy foods to rave about or more ass-whoopings from the Old Man?"

“The old man IS crazy,” Cammie said. “But when I wasn’t looking someone interchanged the words ‘borrow’ and ‘steal’.”

"Whadda mean?" the blonde asked, pulling out her phone to see if she had any new messages. When none were there, she sighed and shoved it back in her pocket. "Someone 'borrow' something of yours?"

“What? No. As long as something turns up, I don’t mind if my stuff gets borrowed. If you can’t keep an eye on your junk you deserve it in a way. I mean, I borrowed something and someone started screaming theft,” she returned, now taking the paper football off her head.

Lil couldn't help but sigh again and rolled her eyes at her friend. "What did you borrow and from who, Cams? And how much trouble are you in for it?"

She started to laugh, “Well, in my defense, I didn’t know there were cars you could sign out. And I did fill the tank before I brought it back. Cats wanted to go shopping. I took her shopping.”

"Woah, wait. You stole someone's ride?" She didn't know whether to be impressed or horrified. True, she'd done her own 'borrowing' of someone's transportation but that was a completely different circumstance. "Tell me it wasn't Logan's bike and that you put a dent in it or something 'cause he'll think I did it and then make me fix it."

“It wasn’t anyone’s bike. And I didn’t steal it. I put gas in the car and brought it back. Cats picked it out,” she said with a shrug. “I mean, she didn’t tell me about the cars you could borrow. And you know, I don’t like the idea of getting rusty in my trade and all that junk.”

Lil gave the girl a somewhat amused frown. "Rusty in your trade? Shit, Cams, what did you do hotwir - fuck, you did!" The blonde's eyes went wide when she pushed herself to sit up straighter. "You hotwired someone's car? Whose?"

“Look, it was either that or hunt someone down for keys. Hotwiring really only takes like ten seconds if you know how to do it right,” Cammie returned. “And Cats picked it out. I didn’t know whose car it was.”

"Nope. Not believing that one. No one woulda been calling you a thief 'cept someone who saw you or someone whose car it was that you hotwired," Lil pointed out, using her head for something other than beating it against walls. "Fess up, Sweetie."

“Turned out it belonged to that guy that Scott guy,” Cammie said.

"You stole Scott's car?! Are you outta your fucking mind?"

“No. Cats picked it out, and while we were borrowing it we filled it’s tank and washed the windows and took good care of it. And that car was like sex on wheels,” she said.

Lil shook her head and gave another slightly amused smile to her friend. "Don't doubt it but seriously, didn't you even think beforehand? Shit, Cammie. It was fucking Scott's car. I don't touch that man's empty water glass." Though the blonde had her reasons to watch herself around Summers, Lil doubted Cammie could care less who she'd managed to piss off. "So, what did he do when he found out about you borrowing his ride?"

“I got me a stern talking to. Funny, generally when people get caught doing shit like that they’re on the street,” she said with a shrug.

"Or deported," the Canadian agreed before whistling long and low. "All you got was a talking to? Not bad. Not like they can ground you or anything, I guess. Or suspend you from anything, really."

“True. And even if they could, I wouldn’t care. You think I would be on my ass. Oh well,” she said shrugging again. “Maybe next time, right?”

"You aiming for a 'next time' Sweetie?" Lil asked, not quite sure of the girl was trying to get ehrself thrown out or not. Stranger things had happened - and would. "My advice is ask before you act 'round here. Too much weird shit goes on to tempt any fates."

“Bah. That’s boring. And you know what they say ‘idle hands are the devil’s playground,’” Cammie said, “I had a teacher when I was a kid who loved sayin’ that about me. Never quite did get what it meant.”

Lil chuckled and leaned back further in her chair. "Yeah, well, when they're busy and hotwiring cars, I think the devil's not much to worry about. So, if you're not locked in here, why you look so glum? Just general boredom and all that shit or something else eating you?" the Amazon asked as she checked her phone again.

“Yeah. I guess,” Cammie said with a shrug. “Two jobs and I’m bored. That’s so funny,” she said. “I miss being able to walk up to some idiot at a bar and punch him. Then kick him a few times,” she laughed. The seriousness of the statement was up for debate.

"Whadda call what we did a few weeks ago?" She gave her own chuckle and shoved her phone away once more. Having it on vibrate meant she couldn't tell when anything came in but it was far less annoying than little beeps and rings or whatever the damn thing had been set to do. One of these days she'd find someone to show her how to change it. "Could always take another night out when both of us are free. I got no social life now."

“I liked that,” she said simply, “And how did you end up with no social life? What happened to that giantly huge guy of yours?”

One shoulder rose and fell absently as the blonde fiddled with her fingers. "I called things off. Things with Madison are getting sticky again and I don't wanna hurt Bishop." She was still very attracted to the ex-cop but knew nothing but instant gratification and more problems would come from them continuing to see each other romantically. Lil blew a lock of hair out of her eyes and smiled softly at her friend. "Apparently, I'm no good at juggling men."

“Yeah, men don’t juggle well. Surprising as to hear them talk they’re all spit and balls,” Cammie mused. “So, your hubby calling off his robot addiction then?”

She laughed loudly at the 'spit and balls' comment then shook her head a bit more somberly. "No. He's not. But I... realized somethings after he called and I talked with a few people. That yeah, while I'm waiting for him to make another step, I gotta toss him a bone every now and then to remind him where I am and what's on the line or he'll never get his head outta the Boxbot's ass."

“So what, you’re emailing him naked pictures? I’ll believe it when I see it, him coming around. But I really don’t have faith in humanity in general,” she returned.
"No, I haven't been emailing him naked pictures or even suggestive ones. No pictures, no phone calls. Just a couple of emails and texts back and forth between the two of us, that's all." Lil clicked her tongue and just barely kept herself from checking her phone a third time. "Nothing exciting."

“So that’s why you keep checking your phone,” Cammie said. “I suppose at least he’s TRYING.”
A light rose stole over Lil's cheeks. Busted. "Yeah. Hence the Byebye Bishop. For now at least. Something happens between me and Maddy again, good or bad, who knows what it'll lead to." Not that she cared to know her future in advance but a little hint or two wouldn't have hurt, really.

“Meh… I’d say something but it wouldn’t be supportive or friendlike. Let’s just say I will never really have a warm fuzzy place in my heart for relationships. Hopes yours works out somehow though,” she said.

"Thanks," the giantess said softly, picking at her nails. "I just don't wanna throw away seven years of something for a 'maybe' when I could be working on the first stuff, you know? I feel like an idiot for hoping things'll work out, though."

“Yeah, if you say so. If he wants things to work out then things might work out right? If not, whatever. That’s life,” another shrug.

Lil wished she could be so casual about the whole thing. There were no 'whatevers' that factored into her hopes and dreams. "Yeah, I guess. But after all we've been though I'd kinda hope he wants to work it out."

“If he wanted to ‘work things out’ wouldn’t he have scrapped the bot the second he realized you weren’t just blowing off smoke when you walked out the door?” Cammie returned, “I’m sorry, but I have no faith in men or humanity on the whole.”

"Addicts don't just change overnight." And she had full belief that Madison was indeed addicted to the robot. That his brain had become so twisted up with the machine and that the Box was taking over. "And it's not his. He just works on it. Scrapping it woulda pissed a lot more people off than it woulda made people happy." She couldn't speak about her faith in men as a whole because she was too busy focusing on a single individual.

“Well… you know, I don’t know anything about it. But that it seems to have a lot of misery around it and it makes me want to trash a robot. I’ve never trashed a robot before,” she said, the last on a wistful tone.

"If he starts acting like a complete ass again and drops all communication, I'll personally pay for your ticket to Canada and get you into Department H so you can bash the thing to pieces. Madison'll be able to put it back together again in a few minutes but that's besides the point, I guess." Lil would gladly give the girl the opportunity to do what the blonde had dreamed of for years if things fell apart once more.

“If I go somewhere to trash government property, I’m taking you with me,” Cammie said to Lil.
"I'd be there. I'd claim I was trying to stop you afterward but I'd be there," Lil promised with a smirk.

“Oh, that’s so fair. I’m sure they’ll believe you with robot innards on your hand. Hey, think robots bleed oil?”

Sometimes she wondered if her husband did. Lil gave Cammie a half smile and pushed herself out of the chair, once more just barely able to keep herself from checking her phone. "People'll believe me over you. You're a car thief, after all."

“Only been caught once,” Cammie pointed out, raising her arm up in the air, like it accented the point.

The blonde chuckled as she started for the door. "Keep it that way and I'll hire you for my robot bashing team."

“I’ll be waiting for the call,” she said, waving with the hand in the air. “And I’ll bring bats. For those of us who can’t wreck robots with their fists!”