099 Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

Let me guess, you're lonely. You go to parties and sit in the corner of the room looking longingly at the throng hoping that one of them will approach you and begin that fairytale come true. The clock is ticking, all the elasticity is being worn out in your face. You're holding onto your youth as though it's life itself. How much longer til you fall all the way over the hill and hit the bottom? Who knows. Studies have shown that being without close human contact shortens your life.

That's why you need this guy. Take a look. He has all of his teeth and is house trained too. Those are not hair plugs. Take a good look at him. Already you like him. Blond, blue eyed. Not fat. It doesn't matter what his personality is, does it? It doesn't even matter what  he does for a living. (He's a doctor if you have to know.) This is the one. Why? Because he's so attainable. Just for you.

Bidding starts at one Orange.

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[thenormalsquint]

Hold on.

[Checking her accounts...]

[thenormalsquint]

Two indigos, one violet... three violets.

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Angela...

[thenormalsquint]

Another violet?

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

You're out of the running.

[thenormalsquint]

By how much?

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

...hang on.

[thenormalsquint]

Sure. I need to check my purses.

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

I meant the other bidder was out of the running. You're back in the lead at one indigo.

[thenormalsquint]

Oh. Well, then. I'll hold the rest to the side in case somebody comes to break my winning streak.

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

I'll let you know if they do.

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[bonescientist.livejournal.com]

Dr. Chase, kindly discourage her. I will not have Angela spend her savings that she works several jobs to earn on some foolish curse day whim.

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

I was going to raise her to an indigo and give the money back. I can't afford three.

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[bonescientist.livejournal.com]

Thank you. This day cannot be over soon enough. I fear I'll have to confiscate all means of payment that Angela possesses before she spends all her funds on bidding.

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

I think I've fixed things on my end. Can't give you guarantees for anyone else.

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[bonescientist.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't expect you to. That'll be my concern as the non-cursed best friend. Angela told me once that "friends don’t let friends photocopy their butts at company Christmas parties", which I suppose applies as a metaphor in this situation. Well, at any rate, thank you for this.