Ridgeway Resort - Network Comm

I need a hobby. This place sucks.

I thought things were getting a little boring around here. Nothing like a live demonstration of When Animals Attack to make me regret thinking I was bored.

[private to Sam]
Found a loop hole. Want to spend some time in the stables?

[private to Sam]
Either you're getting a vasectomy or I'm getting my ovaries removed. Clearly we were never meant to be parents and there is no way in hell I'm pretending I know what to do with that shit. Way beyond what I'm good for.

[private to Sam]
I have zero interest in letting you knock me up, but $10 says the snarky brunette with the big mouth is ours.

It's like technicolor threw up outside. Petersen, if you put one more fucking light on the stables, I'm setting the horses free in your office. I fucking hate Christmas.

[private to Cas]
Your pony's weaned.

Watching the drama around here is not half as interesting as watching bad daytime television, and ten times more dramatic. I'm not used to feeling like the fucking normal one.

[private to Sam]
You know, it'd be easier to have clean clothes if you just brought them all over here.

And here I thought this place was starting to get boring again.

[private to Sam]
You up for a not so normal date night?

It's about damn time my head was my own again.

What the Hell is going on?!

These dreams can stop any time now.

[private to Sam]
The nightmares are back.
I can't get into your house anymore, you have to come to me.
Please.

[private to Draco]
Sorry about the nightmares. Hell is... well, it's Hell.
You're better off forgetting what you've seen. And pretending it isn't real.

I haven't been hungry for a few days. Guess that mean's power's back on. And yet I still want fries.

[private to Cas]
Thought I'd let you know about the horse. She's doing fine. Getting big. I'm not letting anyone ride her anymore, but if you want to take her out running, that would be good for her.

I need a damn deep fryer. Microwaving fries isn't as good.

You know what else is great? Salt. Salt on fries. Fucking fantastic.

And red wine. Good stuff, red wine.

Also, the horses are pinned again. Leave them alone, they're still skittish.

It too fucking hot. I'm not taking care of the horses until the power comes back. I let them out to take care of themselves. Leave them the fuck alone, they know what they're doing.

[private to Sam]
I think we need to talk.

Fucking Christ it's hot. I'm done, Petersen. Fix this shit now. London was never this hot. Ever. I'm so done with this being human shit. I'm going to sweat to death. I am hot and cranky and if you don't get someone out here to take care of the horses instead of me, they're going to starve because I am sick of being in the heat. I think I've lost ten pounds with all this damn sweating. Make it stop, damnit. Or my little five foot four ass is going to beat you to death with a thermometer.

[private to Sam]
Your bed's too small. I want to sleep with you but if you touch me during the night, I'm going to scream. I hate this sticky sweaty bullshit. And my bed's bigger than yours.

Oh God it's already sweltering outside. This shit better not last, Peterson.

[private to Sam]
Guess I can sneak in your window and spend the night now.

I hate to say it, but I'm bored. This being on my best behavior thing is really starting to chafe.

[private to Sam]
Getting kinda crowded over there, isn't it?

One of the damned horses is pregnant.

I do not get paid enough for this shit.

Petersen, I want a raise. And a bigger room.

This place still sucks.

edited to add: Alright, who supplied the addict?

[private to Sam]
Door's open.

If you're coming, bring fries.

edited to add: Your pet angel comes near me, I can't promise I won't lay him out.

This place is on my last damn nerve. It's like Hell all over again. If I have to watch her die again, I'm going after Petersen myself. I'd rather Alistair slice me open again.

[private to Sam]
My door is locked for a reason.

Petersen, one of your horses is pregnant. Get a fucking vet.

[private to Sam]
So are you going to tell me what's going on or leave that to everyone else who probably shouldn't even be involved?