File: #11

Name: Courtney Capricorn 

Notes: Narcissistic tendencies. Needs to channel her better self and find a coping skill. Biggest issue is she refuses to listen to anyone. 

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"So what happened today, Courtney?" Owen asked sweetly, and she sighed. 

"Another fight with Victoria; she calls me a narc but is the biggest bitch on the planet." Courtney rolled her eyes, and Owen nodded. 

"Have you two considered couples therapy?" He asked. 

"Actually, yes, but Victoria refuses to. Mainly because you're a fraud." Courtney chuckled. 

"I notice you are the only one who doesn't call her Vicky; why is that?" Owen questioned her. 

"Because she's my wife, I wouldn't like it very much if she called me anything but Courtney." She replied, and Owen nodded. 

"That's the least narcissist type thing you could say. What do you think makes you think you are so much better than anyone else otherwise?" Owen wasn't sure if he was going about this the right way. He didn't want to set her off. 

"Because I am!" She shouted at him. 

"Why are you?" He asked.

"Just cause, well, just cause I am." She said, now unsure.

"What are you exactly?" He changed the question around, surprising her. 

"I am..." she debated in her head for a moment before replying, "a motherfucking Capricorn!" She stated proudly. 

"You are; let's talk about some good qualities you also have." He suggested. 

"Well, I admire hard work, and I like leading people. I want to be a team player and ensure everyone is successful." She stated. 

"Just as long as they aren't as successful as you, right?" He asked, and she bit her lip. 

"Uh yeah, but like, I don't want that to be a bad thing..." She replied with a sigh. 

"It doesn't have to be, but there's no need to point it out constantly. Just focus on helping your team and be less worried about yourself." He suggested. 

"Alright, I'll try..." She trailed off. 

"Great, now what's something you want to do?" He asked, and she thought about it briefly. 

"I want to start a business, but not by myself." She said, and Owen smiled. 

"You should go see Penny! I bet she'll want to start a business with you. She loves that sort of thing." He told her, and she smiled. 

"Actually, that's not a bad idea! I'll go see her; thanks, you little fraudster!" She left and drove around the block to go see Penny. 

She knocked on the door, and Stacey answered. "Oh hey, what's up, Narc?" 

"Not much; what's up, nerd?" Courtney retorted back. 

"Fair enough; what are you here for?" Stacey asked. 

"I'm here to see Penny; I got a business proposition for her." She explained, and Stacey nodded. 

"I'm sure she'll love that, but she's not home yet from work. But you could hang out here; we could play video games together!" Stacey said excitedly, and Courtney chuckled. 

"Sure, why not." Courtney followed her inside, and the two sat on the couch. Stacey handed her an Xbox controller. 

"Alright, what are we playing? You can pick," Stacey said with a smile. 

"Let's play Destiny 2," Courtney suggested, and Stacey set it up. 

After a few hours of gaming and pigging out on pizza and soda and getting high as fuck on Stacey's weed, Penny finally arrived. 

"Uh, hi, what's going on?" Penny asked, looking at the two.

"We are playing Destiny 2, and we got pizza and soda. Sorry babe, she came here to see you, and I told her she could wait..." Stacey trailed off. 

"How high are you?" Penny asked her laughing her ass off. 

"I'm really a stone!" Stacey said excitedly and then stopped and thought about it, "I meant... I'm really stoneD." She laughed, as did Courtney and Penny. 

"Right... well, what did you need, Courtney?" She asked, and Courtney smiled at her. 

"Oh yeah! We should start a business!"