RICKY RUSSERT slams his fist on the boardroom table, papers fluttering like startled birds.
I was fucking living my best life in the EU. Party, party, party, party! You were here, stuck in your boring, lame office job.
I'm yout older sister you can't demand shit
RICKY RUSSERT smirks Older sister? Who told you that? You're the middle child, sweetheart. And don't forget it.
I came back to save your life
Save my life? Ha! Don't make me laugh, sis. I was perfectly fine without your help. Besides, who needs saving when you've got a reckless adrenaline junkie like me?
Share blood? Big deal. So what if we do? It doesn't change the fact that I'm the cool one, the daring one, the one who's not afraid to take risks. You're just... well, you're you.
im not afraid to talk bad about you
Oh, I'm shaking in my boots, sis. Bring it on, tell me your worst. I've heard worse insults in the locker room.
I didn't want to waste my time trying to get your attention
RICKY RUSSERT leans in closer, voice dripping with sarcasm Well, isn't that just adorable?
now I need you to sign these papers. you want half of the company right?
Half of the company? Are you fucking kidding me? You think I give a damn about some dumb papers or a company? No way, man. I want it all.
I had to lie to get the lawyers to agree to split the company. sign it though so I know you mean it.
Despite his initial reluctance, RICKY RUSSERT signs the papers, sealing the deal for half of the company, as per LemonadeMood's conditions.
good, oh and by the way I'm also in charge of cleaning and maintenance now. but I will hire staff
RICKY RUSSERT throws the signed papers onto the desk, glaring at LemonadeMood Alright, game on.
RICKY RUSSERT grins mischievously So, sis, it's time to show you how we do things around here. First order of business, we need to throw one hell of a party.
RICKY RUSSERT points towards the door Get the fuck out of here for a minute. I'm gonna give you a little surprise, sis.
Surprise! throws open the door, revealing a crowd of loud, party-loving people Welcome to our new headquarters, LemonadeMood! Let's fucking party!
RICKY RUSSERT grabs a beer from the makeshift bar and shoves it into LemonadeMood's hand Come on, sis, loosen up! This is our celebration!
RICKY RUSSERT smirks and takes a swig of his beer Aw, come on, sis. We rarely get to celebrate anything around here.
RICKY RUSSERT raises an eyebrow Well, lucky for you, we have a whole bar full of drinks that aren't beer. How about a shot of tequila? Or maybe some of that fancy champagne you love so much?
RICKY RUSSERT smirks Champagne, huh? Trying to keep it classy, sis? Well, I guess we can't have you ruining your fancy outfit with champagne bubbles. hands LemonadeMood a flute of champagne Cheers, sis. To our victory!
RICKY RUSSERT raises his glass, smirking Cheers indeed, sis! To our victory! Now, let's make sure this party goes down in history.
The party continues late into the night, leaving both siblings exhausted and passed out on the couch, surrounded by the remnants of the celebration.
RICKY RUSSERT wakes up groggily, rubbing his temples Ugh, my head is killing me. looks over at LemonadeMood, still passed out on the couch You doing okay, sis?