>>5698205Fighting back the urge to flip this menace over the railing, you instead massage your temples and dig deeper: okay, you huff, you’re here now talking to her… what does she need you for anyways?
“Now we’re talkin’!” Pepper giggles, that glint from before returning to her soulless blue eyes, “See, this is exactly why I picked you, sandcrab: I’ve done laps around this ferry for an hour now and no doubt about it: <span class="mu-i">YOU’RE</span> the most capable-looking guy here!” She gives you an ocular patdown before continuing. “And I don’t say that about just <span class="mu-i">anyone</span> ya know. High praise, skip.”
You feel another twang of pain in your head. She chose you because everyone else going to this party hates her, right?
“They hate the <span class="mu-s">TRUTH</span>, Diesel!” exclaims the redhead, admittedly catching you off-guard a bit, “Everyone <span class="mu-i">loves</span> the intrepid newsies, the big expose on the elitist fatcats! All until the camera’s pointed at <span class="mu-i">THEM</span>!”
Oh god she’s <span class="mu-i">pacing</span> now
“<span class="mu-s">THE PRESS</span> owes the public a clear, unbiased view of all things ‘<span class="mu-i">news</span>’, got it?! So it’s only natural that sometimes those clear, unbiased views step on a few people’s toes! Can’t make an omelet without invading the egg’s privacy now and then-I don’t make the rules, sandcrab!”
Is she trying to convince <span class="mu-i">you</span>, or is she trying to convince <span class="mu-i">herself</span>?
“And so what if some of those people happen to be extremely influential at <span class="mu-s">GREENRIDGE HIGH?</span>The people demand <span class="mu-s">ANSWERS, DIESEL! NO MATTER THE CO-</span>”
Alright, <span class="mu-i">ALRIGHT</span>, you interject, holding your hands out towards the raving lunatic in a placating manner, you get it, she needs an <span class="mu-i">outsider</span>!
“A-Plus deduction, chief.” Nods Pepper as she puts her journalistic sermon on hold, “Here’s the thing…”
Scanning the deck for any eavesdroppers, the petite paparazzi scoots next to you and leans in to whisper. God, she <span class="mu-s">REEKS</span> of coffee!
“<span class="mu-i">Truth is, I’m not technically allowed to BE here.</span>”
Wow, <span class="mu-i">shocker</span>!
>CONTD. 