Yeah, no kidding. She didn’t want to deal with real world shit either, but that didn’t mean hiding in your room would change or fix things. “If they aren’t, they’re psychotic.” She said, wondering when the anger and acrid taste in her mouth would fade as she poured ranch over her slice and rolled it like a burrito. “No . . . They just propagate convenient problems. There’s a lot more choice and a lot less consequence.” No wonder so many people chased it as a dream.
“I’ll believe that if I see it!” That being a big if. Sylwia hummed. Carter was right, it wasn’t a great plan now that she’d announced it. “I think it’d be more fun to steal your identity. I’m sure you wouldn’t think twice over a missing license after a night of partying. Meanwhile I’m locking you out of your banks and taking your house.” It was ridiculously easy to take someone’s identity, making their life a living hell.
“Not that I’d do that to you of course. You’re far too charming.“ She said coldly. Sylwia wondered if Carter was joking, or if he was actually perceptive enough to think that she might have been telling the truth. She didn’t know. A lot of people didn’t want to see the truth when it was slapping them in the face . . . Speaking of slapping- No. No. She’d rather just grab more pizza, and smack Carter’s hand away from the wings. “Don’t be greedy.”
The angry remaining in her tone surprised Carter. He wondered which rich asshole purposely pissed in her cheerios. He snorted. “You’d be surprised how many of them are psychotic.” Most people with that much money never faced legal consequences for anything. Or, even a social consequence. “The game is still the same, but the rich play with a whole other set of rules.” Rules they’ve created.
Carter placed a dramatic hand over his chest. “Ouch,” he said. His eyes widened at the slight threat or plan. There had been several times he’d come home missing his wallet or license. It never worried him, until right now. “You’re terrifying, you know that right?” And, creative, but he wasn’t going to give her that compliment. She’d probably have too much with that.
He shook his head. “Sure, you wouldn’t. You’d probably come up with something way worse.” Or, probably had something way worse planned for him. There was no way she thought he was charming, but he wanted her to. He laughed. “You can’t eat all of them. We can split it.” He reached for the wings again, watching her.
“I wouldn’t. It’s twenty percent officially.” Personally, Sylwia knew it was more. The studies just reflected the worst of it, people too stupid to bypass the system. “Change the rules, and you’ve changed the game.” Sylwia doubted it . . . she really doubted it looking around, but that didn’t stop her from wandering into the living room, gently pulling apart drawers. “Monopoly is a perfect example. You are aware of the original game?” Sylwia said, allowing herself a small smile since her back was turned to the other as she pushed aside Carter’s poker set and dropped the accursed game on the counter. “Is it the same?”
Yeah, She knew. That’s what people said about monsters. “So I’ve been told.” Sometimes she could hide behind it, bare her teeth and drive away all the bad because she was worse. Other days it ate her alive. “Oh? Like what? I’m willing to take suggestions.” Sylwia said, hoping to move from reality into the hypothetical.
Please! That’s what everyone said! Sylwia wanted to know, had Carter ever seen her eat? Did he know? Or was he being greedy, like she said? Sylwia hummed, a wider smile coming to her face as she slapped his hand away again. “It’s too bad I’ve already licked them all. You don’t want them.” She said, waving a hand. Not bothering to stop Carter a third time.
