Disclaimer: Domino, Black Widow (Natasha Romanova), Nate (Cable), and the Pope do not belong to me. This fic wasn't written for any monetary value, and shan't make any. It was written during my American Politics class, so may seem a bit jumpy.
This one is for Jim Smith, even though it's not quite the sort of thing he wanted.

Nights in Purple Satin
by ALC Punk!

"It doesn't bother you?"

"It's a job."

"Human suffering not something you care about."

"*My* suffering I care about. Everyone else is on their own."

"Good."

--

"Overtired?"

"Cliche."

"Over done."

"Used in way too many bad films."

"Yeah."

--

"I want to rule the world."

"Why?"

"I feel all idealogical."

"You've been hanging with the loonies too long."

"Pot. Kettle."

"I know."

--

"Has the Crown always been this hazy?"

"I think you're drunk."

"You've matched me shot for shot."

"I have luck on my side."

"It's bad luck."

"How'd'you figure that?"

"Look who just slouched in the door."

"Bugger."

"He taught you that."

"Taught me to smoke, too."

--

"Move over."

"Pete, you stink."

"You smell loverly."

"He's drunk."

"So're we."

"True."

--

"I think we've been cut off."

"Sucks."

"He knows us too well."

"Or Pete."

"Arrr..."

"Think he'd notice if we left him?"

"Can I paint his nails first?"

"Luck-manicurist?"

"I can paint in the lines."

"And I can't?"

"Remember Sean?"

"Point."

--

"We're drunk."

"Only by comparison."

"Comparison to who?"

"Sober people. The pope."

"Nah, he's got that Sacrificial wine."

"True."

"Bet he has to be drunk to remember the Mass."

"All that Latin."

"Pie jesu domine *thunk*"

"Ow."

"Oops."

--

"Wanna find something to blow up?"

"Sure."

"What about that stupid clock?"

"Nah, it'd be missed. What about a drug den?"

"Altruist."

"You hate drugs."

"You take all the fun out of it."

"Thanks."

"Let's go make the crack-whores go boom."

--

"Burn."

"Burn, baby, burn."

"Tired?"

"Nah. Just getting warmed up."

"That's why you're yawning."

"Trick of the light."

"Got any place to stay?"

"Where're you?"

"Hyperion. You can have the couch."

"Thanks."

--

"Mornin'. Coffee."

"I'd forgotten how much you snored."

"Nate doesn't care. Coffee."

"Poor man. It's on its way up."

"You're an angel in disguise."

"Got any swampland to sell me?"

"Only if you have the Euro."

--

"Nice gun."

"Want one?"

"My birthday is coming up."

"I'll remember."

"'S getting to be afternoon."

"Yeah."

"I should be going. People will miss me."

"Same here, although I'm tempted to let them."

"Next month?"

"It I'm not getting paid to liberate third world countires."

"Pragmatist."

"Idealist."

"Cairo?"

"Love the pyramids."

"No destruction of Ancient Artefacts."

"You're no fun."

"That's why you keep coming back. 'Bye, Dom."

"T'care, Nat."

-finis-

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