badfic_manor | Cherry Bomb 021 ♦ Nice ♦ That's a recipe to put a vagabond down on her knee's [Acc. vid / In person]

[Unlike for some other people in the Manor, this week had been quite entertaining for Nice. She found doing certain things easier now that she was smaller, and having both her eyes meant she was even sharper than before. When the feed comes on, it shows her rifling through the fridge. Fresh cuts, scrapes, bruises and mud stains on her arms, face and shirt make her look as if she's been staying in the garden for the duration of the week, though this is partially true. She'd been climbing tree's, messing about..all the things she hadn't done since she'd actually been 10.

Going off camera, the audio will pick up the sound of her moving a chair, and a second later, opening and closing two of the cupboards.]

Ah hah..Come ta mama...~

[Climbing down again, she comes back onto camera, holding a bottle of Jack Daniels. Pulling the chair over, she gets herself a small glass, and pours herself some of the bottles contents. However, to her childs body, the taste is a bit more of a kick then she remembered. Coughing, she shakes her head to try and get used to it]

Geez...maybe bein' older ain't so bad....

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At least when your older you can do more things.

Depends what sorta things ya wanna do

[She glances at the blackberry, but since she wasn't embarrassing herself, leaves it as is for now]

That's true, there are only certain things you can do as a child and not get weird looks from people.

[John watches on with a smirk and rests his chin on his arms. He hoped that he entered in quietly enough so he could surprise Nice some.]

Hiya, doll!

[Mission accomplished, Dillinger - Nice yells in surprise, nearly dropping the bottle of Daniels]

Geez, gimme a freakin' heart attack why don'tcha-?!

[She smirks as she says this, her grip on the bottle loosening somewhat]

[John let out a little giggle and smirks.]

Made ya jump.

[He holds out his hand for the bottle.]

Kids don't have heart attacks. They just get jumpy and hyper.

[Pouring herself some more, Nice then hands him the bottle, taking the seat opposite him]

They so can have heart attacks - 'specially when little kids creep on on 'em

Hey, what does that make you, shorty?

[John smirks and takes a pull from the bottle only to cough.]

Whoo! Kinda strong.

[He takes another pull and inhales with a hiss.]

That's damn good whiskey.

Short-?! I happen ta be pretty tall for my age. How old are you anyways? 5~?

[Taking the bottle back, thank you very much]

'course it is, ya questionin' my taste for liquor~?

Psh, nuh uh. I'm nine.

[And yes, he's shorter than Nice and pudgier too. The alcohol's getting to him and he starts to slur his speech. Being a kid again means being an obvious lightweight.]

[By the time she's had one or three more sips, and Nice is already starting to feel happier~]

Uh huh, well I'll try ta remember that...~♥

So, what'dya think's gonna happen next week then?

[John shrugs in a half drunk state.]

I 'unno. Maybe we'll ge' stuck in some museum or some'in'.

[She slouches down in her chair, her chin in her arms]

If that turns out ta be true, I'mma come after ya for temptin' fate..geez, just the sound 'a bein' trapped in a museum makes me wanna..I don't even know..

Hey, you asked what I thought an' I told ya. Can't help it if I'm right...some o' the time.

[He puts his hands up with a smirk.]

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