Nightshift 33: Main Hallway, 2 - West

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The Bride paused at the top of the stairs and listened. Quiet. It was quiet. If it hadn't been for the knowledge that there were people up here being tortured, she'd have thought she was the first to make it to the second floor. The Bride headed down the hallway, not even bothering to give the hallway where the torture was done more than a brief glance. Those people and their suffering were none of her concern at the moment.

She turned down the second hallway on the left; another step in this night's line dance.

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Okay. Hauling Luxord up a zillion flights of stairs? Not so good. At least he hadn't needed to shoot anyone for using them, that wouldn't been bad. Same if he'd had a gimp knee or something. Even still, each stair felt like it took a year to get up, and Luxord's leaning didn't help matters either.

Once they were at the top, Xigbar slumped against the nearest wall, breathing heavily and grumbling to himself. "Dude... diet time, 'kay? And I'm never doin' this again. Ever."

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"Excuse me?" Luxord coughed out incredulously before smacking his friend on the shoulder. "I am perfect. You, on the other hand, have the frame of a teenage boy desperately needing to hit puberty. 'Tis no wonder you can hardly carry me, love. Please, on no account should you resign from chess club because of me."

Insolent twit thought he could insult the Gambler of Fate? It was a well known fact that X could argue with more vigor and zeal than anyone else in the Organization. He could do so all night, if he wished.

"I feel the need to call you Troy. It seems like a pathetic enough name for you." And they said Luxord was weak... How dare II call him fat!

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Xigbar winced at the smack, though he most definitely rolled his eye at the juvenile insults. Anyone who looked could totally tell that Xigbar had been a jock. Or perhaps a henchman. He was, after all, the only person in the Organization who'd ever worn a gray robe to an attack. "Dude, can it. Seriously. With your extra weight, it feels like my heart's about to explode. Maybe you should stop washing down your booze with more booze."

And oh yes, they could keep sniping at each other all night long (or until Xigbar really decided to snipe him,) but that wouldn't do anyone any good. So then, on they went!

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