Let's take a break from the overpowering doom that is angst, okie:D I once had a rogue and I met an assassin. We had an interesting conversation. When it comes down to it, rogues and assassins are really very much the same. This is utterly poinless but I get to post whatever I want :P


Misunderstanding

"I swear that I'm gonna kill you if you don't shut the hell up you assassin moron! Ugh, every assassin I've ever met has been like you but you are the WORST ONE!" The rogue slammed her drink on the table and glared furiously at the stone-faced man. Smart mouthed, egotistical, rude. Phayria, or Ria for all the many people she met that couldn't figure out how to say her name, was loud and brash. She had not always been this way but over the years, people came to expect her to be the trashy, thieving rogue. Maybe the thieving part was right but she was far from trashy.

"So why are you at my table?" he asked, gray eyes watching her every movement. He was very, very bored.

"I dunno…" She was lonely but why would she tell people that? It would ruin her image! She really didn't remember who she was anymore. As a thief, she had been quiet, sweet and of course a little sneaky. Somewhere along the line she had slowly evolved. Well, maybe devolved was a better word, into the personality she had now.

"You rogues are all the same," he said, intending to get a rise out of the rogue.

"What?! How can you say that? Why does EVERYONE say that? Gawd!" She was sick to death of people stereotyping her. Rogues had a bad reputation, well deserved even, but people were just downright rude sometimes. There were times when she was even nice and helpful and all she got were mean words and "what the hell are you doing" stares.

"You assassins pretend to be all cool and calm and collected but you know damn well that it's a lie. You can't all be like that. I'm only the way I am because people expect it." Yes, she blamed society for her rambunctious behavior and terrible manners. Whether she was correct or not was another matter.

"Isn't it the same for us, too, then? You did say we were all the same."

"Hell no…well, maybe. If it is the same, then why are you the one insulting me? I'm not some loose, trashy, no good woman! You know that hurts, right?" She sighed and stared into her glass. Maybe she had had enough for tonight. Naaah, she was fine. One more wouldn't hurt...

"I tell things like I see them," he replied honestly.

"You're mean, you know that? Bartender! Another please!" she called happily. Turning back to the assassin, she frowned. "You suck at conversations." All they had been doing was arguing. She just wanted to have a decent and normal conversation. Perhaps something along the lines of "how's the weather?" she would like.

"And I bet you suck other things." He grinned at his own perverted insult. Her eyes narrowed and she kicked him fiercely under the table. He winced and sent her a scowl. She was a little too feisty.

"I don't even know you and I already hate you."

"Sooo…why are you still here?" he asked coolly. She frowned and stood up to move herself to another table. He watched her with only slight interest and sighed. "I'm sorry, okay? Who knew a rogue was so tender."

"I'm not just a freaking rogue, you moron. I'm also a W-O-M-A-N. Woman! People seem to forget that I have feelings too." She really did! She would never admit it but it did hurt her feelings when she was accused of things she didn't do or called a nasty name.

"You can spell?" She twitched at his comment. She was very close to reaching across the table and strangling him. "Maybe you're right. Sorry." There was something shifty about that smile of his. Sooo shifty.

"Women, even rogues, are meant to be handled like a flower. A flower is beautiful and delicate but without care, they wither. I'm sure I can take care of you very well. In my bed." He couldn't help but grin devilishly. It was too easy to get her riled up. He hoped she wouldn't get so angry that she would hit him. He was no woman beater so he would never hit her back. Unless she really tried to kill him.

"I KNEW IT! You just wanna get in my pants! Not only are you a stupid assassin, you're ALSO a perverted guy! Gaaaaah!" She moaned and dropped her head on the table with a light thud. Believe it or not, she did have morals though some people found it hard to believe. She would most definitely have a headache tomorrow. Alcohol plus banging ones head against a table was never a good combination.

He laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "I was kidding, you know?"

"Watch out. I might suddenly get the urge to kill you in your sleep," she muttered. The assassin held his tongue as another oh so witty retort came to mind. She still had her forehead against the table as he watched another drink being set down near her head. "Don't touch my drink." He heard her say.

"I've come to the conclusion that both assassins AND rogues are misunderstood. Don't you think?" he asked. She lifted her head a bit and peered at him, a frown still on her face. "We're the same really. Only I kill for money and you steal money. How about we drink to us?"

She just lifted her glass and waited for him to do the same. "To us and our misunderstood people. Even if you are a stupid assassin."

He laughed and lifted his glass. No, not all of their type was evil and ruthless. Sometimes their paths just led them astray and they became what they were unknowingly. The two of them were far from perfect but they weren't all bad. They were just misunderstood.


A/N: I like rogues. Assassins are over played but I like them too. Hmm...I feel very random today.