charlie west, also known as 'cactus the angry elf' (littledeadly) wrote in immune_ic,
Charlie had figured there were two ways this could play out. Actually, there were any number of things that could happen, but there were two basic end results, in her mind: either they'd get very drunk and it'd lead to a large argument and things would be fucked up forever, or they'd get drunk and actually bond. And honestly, she couldn't say which one was more likely.
Fortunately, there hadn't been much chatter up until now. Mostly just laughter and a few errant comments on Charlie's part; she'd been pretty absorbed in watching the antics of Liz Lemon and company. It was a show she hadn't watched in years, but it still held a special place in her heart as a companion during long, late-night paperwork shifts.
The question caught her off-guard, and for a long minute Charlie was silent. She could just shrug and say she didn't know, but the warm, tingly buzz that was working its way through her system urged her to be honest. "Depends on the season," she started, taking a gulp of the whisky in her glass, before reaching over to the nearest bottle to refill it. "If we're just doing the first season, probably Cerie, but... smarter." The blonde was kind of dumb, but she knew Adelaide wasn't. But Cerie enjoyed the finer things and didn't really do much of anything. "I'd say Jenna but you're nowhere near fucking neurotic enough for that. But... if we're doing the whole fucking series..." Her head tilted and she glanced over at her boyfriend's sister thoughtfully.
"Avery," she declared finally, with a small smile. "Definitely Avery Jessup, from seasons four and five." Another swig from her glass, another shrug. "I don't know who the fuck I'd be. But I think O'Brien would be Pete. And I think what's-her-face... the stripper's best friend. Allie? I think she'd be Jenna. And her twin, the one who plays the piano, he'd be Jonathan. Or Danny."