DISCLAIMER: If you haven't watched skins, please I beg you to not read! Because you are up for some nasty nasty Fight Club spoilers. So watch skins first, yeah? Yes, you.

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"Rein, do you know the five year game?"

"No, what dramatic bullshit are you trying to start again" she said while puffing smokes out of her mouth. 

Without permission he took the cigarette from her hand and took a sip at the sin. "It's plain simple, you just have to picture someone five years from now. For instance where do you see Mik five years from now?" he replied. 

"Hmmmm, I don't know. Maybe working at some stat mogul firm while dancing beyonce on their company's party"

"Good, how about Goan?"

"Probably sorted it all out and working and spending it all on the vastness of her passions" 

"Nice. How about tope?"

"Probably somewhere in middle east eating falafel and selling bottles there. "

Both laughed at the thought of it.

"Vince?" he took another and blew it to the window.

"Making love to precious on the beach?" she answered. 

"Nice, how about me then?" Vladimir asked. 

"Errr, I don't know maybe... out in the roads? Travelling" she annoyingly muttered. She knows she's next.

"Nice thought. You?"

There was just silence. For a strong person, Rein was weak without friends. And the thought that everyone has their

own lives just drains all the might she has, like the Mighty cigarette about to reach the filter. 

"You know, we're still friends even after those shits. So please try answering that question sooner or later" he smiled to her. 

She covers her eyes with her hands trying to brush off the thought. In vengeance she just blurted. "What about Regina then?"

Vladimir was silent for a second. "Maybe she finally achieved her UN dreams. You know, helping children and stuff. "

"With?" she continued. 

"With? Why does it have to be with a with. It's the five year game. It's suppose to be solo. "

"Just answer pussy" she teased. 

"I don't know probably with some equally driven and talented being with his big dick... bigger than mine. Happily married. Making babies and all" he really had to exagerate things. That's him. That's Vladimir. 

But Rein's no dramatist, so she had to add further. "Yeah, prolly adopting children like Angelina."

"Yeah, with his monumental

Brad Pitt." he sighed. 

"Which is you dumbass!" Rein exclaimed. 

"I don't know I'm more of an Edward Norton kind of guy" he responded with  a cheeky fake smile.

"Dude have you seen fight club? They're like one person there" a rebuttal from her. 

"But that's exactly the point. Brad Pitt was a person Edward Norton wanted to be, so he existed. Maybe I don't wanna be Brad Pitt anymore and just be lousy Edward" the witty asshole thought of a workaround again. 

"But Helena B.C. accepted her"

"Yeah, Marla accepted her. I wish I can just say what Tyler said in the end."

"What was it again?"

"Hand in hand with a building being demolished by bombs in front of them he said...you met me at a very strange time in my life"