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I'd've said yes immediately if it was Wally.

[Take that.

He's mostly messing around at this point anyway.]

Adult Wally, that is. The one I know.

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Yeah, well, he's like twelve now and that's all kinds of weird, so I guess I'm the best you've got.

[ Because god forbid Piper find a date or some kind of alternative non-douchebag human companionship or something. ]

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Yeah, I guess I'll have to settle for you.

[He lets out an exaggerated sigh.]

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[ Pff, James just laughs. ]

You'll have to get used to a whole different kind of annoying!

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You say that like I haven't already spent more than my fair share of time with you.

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No such thing as enough Trickster.

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Oh, there definitely is. I hit that threshold years ago.

So I guess more can't really change much at this point.

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Maybe you've developed an immunity.

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An immunity to what exactly? Can't be finding you annoying.

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Piper, seriously, I'd be so outrageously sad if you ever stopped finding me annoying. I'd have to find some way to be extra annoying, just to make up for it.

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Because that gives me incentive to hang out with you.

But, anyway...yes, I'll have dinner with you. Happy?

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Extremely happy! Pick a night, any night. I'll clear my extremely busy social calendar.

[ he does not even remotely have one of those. ]

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Oh, that's big of you. I'm honored.

Probably should be one of my nights off in case your cooking makes me sick.

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Thanks, dick. I'll try not to poison you. Wait, you work nights? What do they have you doing?

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You're gonna laugh.

I'm a DJ.

[He's going to run that nightclub out of business just by being uncool.]

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[ Oh. Yeah. Piper was right. He snorts, and then snickers, and then starts laughing. And keeps laughing. ]

Pffff— you? A DJ? Like— hahaha! Like, at a club? For cool people?!

[ snnnnnnnneeeerrrrrk. ]

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Thanks, jerk. Yes, at a nightclub.

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I gotta see this.

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I think if I brought you to work with me I'd be fired by the end of the night.

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No, no, see, I'll just show up! With a fake mustache and shutter shades. And glowsticks. Like three hundred glowsticks.

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Trust me, there are already enough glowsticks there on any given night.

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So I can just steal them off random twentysomethings, is what you're telling me.

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And they'd probably be too drunk to notice.

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Sounds like a classy establishment. Which we're both way too old for.

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Yep.

All this place does is make me feel old, I swear.