Hate is such and ugly word.
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If there is one thing in Jester's life she hates more then her sister it would be the word 'Kama'. Oh she hated it, she would constantly rave on about how stupid Kama was. Kama was the bane of her existence, because every time she tried to get back at her sister, she would almost succeed and then stupid Kama got in the way; again.
Jester sat at the bar of the iceberg, drinking a tiny bit of alcohol she had managed to slip past the barman while he served another costumer.
She was in a bad mood, a very bad mood and no one was going to interrupt her in her drinking, to hell with age limits give me alcohol!
She sat there tapping at the glass in her hand, not really paying attention to the world around her; not like there was much going on at the moment.
A quick survey of the room confirmed that the only people in the Iceberg tonight were the 'undergraduates' as the bigger rogues called them.
Oh Jester was looking forward to being a bigger rogue, one day she could be in charge of her own gang and everything!
"And it would all be mine," she mused to herself, before sipping at her drink.
"I want it Penguin! More importantly, Black Mask wants it, so you had better give it!"
Jester looked towards Penguin's office with a raised eyebrow. She knew that voice, she'd recognise it anywhere, she'd grown up with that voice nagging her and now tormenting her.
Sorrow.
The name cut through Jester's slight drunken mood like a knife through cheese. By the sounds of things it was a deal going wrong.
Jester giggled. "Serves her right."
Suddenly the door was slammed open and Sorrow came storming out, right up to the bar and sat down next to Jester; apparently oblivious to the fact her twin was sitting there already.
Jester stiffened and watched as Sorrow sneaked a bit of alcohol and poured herself some.
"Rough day?" asked Jester in a casual tone, earning a splutter and choke from her sister as she gasped while drinking.
Sorrow turned to her sister and Jester grinned at her before waving.
"What are you doing here?!" she growled.
Jester held her drink up. "Drinking away the pain! I want to get the best hangover ever!"
Sorrow shook her head before going back to her drinking.
"So?"
"So what?"
"Rough day?"
Sorrow growled and muttered something Jester didn't catch. "Yes very, why?"
"Wondered if you would want to try and patch up differences?" suggested Jester as she looked at the drink in her hand.
Sorrow glared. "Why would I want to do that? I'm quite happy the way our relationship is thank you."
Jester sighed and turned to her sister. "Don't you ever get tired of this?"
Sorrow sighed. "Would you please be more percific, I find you quite hard to understand normally, one could only imagine how you'll be intoxicated!"
Jester smirked a little. "Alright your royal highness! I never knew it was so hard for one to understand."
Sorrow gave her a warning look, which Jester took lightly, like she did all warning looks.
"What I was talking about is, do you ever get tired of the fighting? The need for revenge?"
"No. Do you?"
"Can't say that I do, no."
"Well why are you asking?"
"Just wondering, nothing to worry you pretty little sad head about," laughed Jester as she downed her drink.
Sorrow watched her sister and sighed. "You are a very strange girl Jessica."
"Ahh, it runs in the family," laughed Jester as she got to her feet, she had no reason to stick around, her and her sister never got on.
Sorrow studied her sister as the killer clown pulled a long purple, coat on with a hood. She looked back at her drink and sighed. "Why on earth would you want to patch up differences any way? I mean, you hate me don't you?"
"Well, you know what they say, forgive and forget!" laughed Jester.
"The alcohols gone to your head," Sorrow stated.
"Yeah it has a little, never mind!" cried Jester as she walked towards the exit. "Oh and Sasha?"
Sorrow sighed and turned to her sister. "What do Ya' want now?"
Jester giggled and turned back to her. "Hate is such and ugly word, I don't hate you. Yes it's true I don't like you, but I don't hate Ya'."
Sorrow stared at her, confusion clearly written across her features. "What do you mean?"
"We're family. No amount of chemicals and burns can change that fact," laughed Jester as she pulled her hood up, before muttering under her breath. "Unfortunately."
THE END.