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[ralliesprotests]

Good afternoon, you've reached Rowan Lewis at Gay Agenda dot Com.
Unfortunately it's no longer the 90s, so feel free to leave a message after the beep but I ain't gonna check it.
Text me like a normal person. BEEP.

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Re: Video

[ragesagainsttheodds]

I'm not.

[Sorry Rowan. Ren's not great with etiquette.]

The uppity bitch woke me up to fucking show off and then she challenged me. I can't take that lying down.

[ralliesprotests]

[Rowan manages a long suffering sigh even though they technically haven't known either of them long enough to.]

I'm not going to sit around watching you tear one another apart, I have better things to do.

[ragesagainsttheodds]

Did I say we were fighting?

[Nah mate. Nah she didn't.]

She said she can fuck a woman better than I can. And there's a lot of shit you can say about me but I refuse to believe she can fuck anyone better than I can.

[It sounds dumb. It is dumb. Shut up.]

[ralliesprotests]

[Rowan stares at the Tome blankly for a moment, waiting for their brain to acknowledge the words that she spoke.

Did she just--

Oh god, she did. Their mouth drops open.]

I'm not fucking the pair of you!

[How else were they planning on making them judge?]

[ragesagainsttheodds]

[REN IS JUDGING YOU. WITH HER OBVIOUS MORAL SUPERIORITY.]

You should be so fucking lucky.

I'm not going to fuck the Metis.

Obviously we're going to fuck human women.

[ralliesprotests]

[Not as much as Rowan is judging you right now.]

How was I meant to know? You fi—your lot aren’t exactly known for keeping it in your pants. [Pot. Kettle. Black.]

So what’s your genius idea for how I’m meant to judge this idiocy? Time you?

[ragesagainsttheodds]

[Ren narrows her eyes at him.]

Watch it with that shit, Glasswalker. Not all Fianna are like that. [She's not going to make any metis.]

That's for you to figure out. If me or Milla decide we'll end up rigging it in our favour.

[ralliesprotests]

[She's not going to here, that's for sure.

Rowan will let it drop, though.]

Fine. But that means my house, my rules. And you both have to agree to respect my decision and not fight it. Or one another.

[They're going to regret this. But it is still better than them actually fighting one another.]

[ragesagainsttheodds]

Agreed.

But any of that participation medal "everyone's a winner and we all had fun" shite and there will be a proper fight.

Fair warning.

[ralliesprotests]

Obviously not, that won't solve nothing. [Give them a break, they might be a Glass Walker, but they're still Garou.]

I'm not helping you find someone either, that's all down to the pair of you. If you can't find someone to shag you you're automatically out. And you have to explain what's going on, or at least as much as you can, before hand as well, so they know what's happening.

[ragesagainsttheodds]

Aye, well, no harm in making it crystal clear.

[Ren snorts.] I never struggle to find someone to shag. Don't you worry your pretty lil' head about that, Rowan 'nd I'll explain everything. Only fair to let them know what they're in for.

[No shame, this one, at all. Ever.]

[ralliesprotests]

[Rowan doesn't doubt that, but finding someone to shag her as part of a competition might be a bigger deal than she realises. Still, they shrug.]

I'll get back to you both when I know the where, when and how then. I'll have to see if I can remember a precedent. Unless you can think of one from your lot? [If any tribe has had a fucking contest before, they're pretty sure it would be the Fianna.]