A/N: So, for those of you that don't know: After I posted "7 Minutes in Hell" I posted a poll asking if you wanted the handful of dialogue only stories I had that I wasn't going to get to. Voters said yes, so here is one of them. Enjoy!

XOXOXO

N: Okay. So, here's the plan. When we get out of here, I'm gonna find you a friend... A male friend... Who has a nice chunk of change. Then you're gonna marry him

R: Why do I have to be the gold digger?

N: Um, because it's a dude.

R: -and we can't find you an older woman because...?

N: Because I don't plan on being celibate? Besides, I think you'd probably end up getting jealous if I gave someone else all my attention. You're a very needy person Red. *winks, knowing she's the needy one*

R: Who says I plan on being celibate?

N: I did not just hear that.

R: I don't know Nicky, if your room is too close you might hear a lot of things

N: Oh, my god, fine. I'll marry the old dude and never have sex for the rest of my life, if you promise to never say something like that again.

R: I have to see you licking pussy in the shower, but you can't handle a little moaning and groaning through the wall?

N: New rule, if you insist on … doing that. I need 24-hour notice before any noises are made in your room.

R: Why you want to make sure you have ear plugs?

N: No I want to make sure I'm not home

R: Ooo we could do it in your bed... Spicy

N: *gaging* I will never speak to you again.

R: You can have sex in my shower but I can't use your bed?

N: It doesn't work that way. Besides the shower is clean- instant soap and all that. Disinfecting while petting.

R: Alright Nicky, I promise I'll wash your sheets afterwards.

N: That doesn't make it better. My bed is off limits. My bed.

R: What about your dresser? The couch? The kitchen table?

N: I hate you.

R: I guess I'll just enjoy the blissful silence. Where are you going to live?

N: *huffs* In my therapist's office, telling her all about how my mother and her new husband are scaring me for life.

R: Aww, honey. *wraps an arm around her*
….silence….

R: Her huh? How much do therapists make these days anyways?

N: Don't even think about it. They don't get paid shit. You're not backing out of this - we find you the rich old guy...