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Post by Administrator on May 9, 2006 19:14:29 GMT -5
You may not be old enough to drink, but you can always drown your sorrows away with a good ol' sarsaparilla. Old Joe doesn't often give out whiskey to the youngsters.
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Post by fancy on May 13, 2006 11:40:50 GMT -5
Fancy stared down at the table in front of her. Her head hurt like heck and she was begining to think she would pass out from all the noise in the crowded pub. She held her head on one hand and cigarette in the other. She never smoked. She only smoked when she drank, and she only drank when she was feeling stressed or useless. The surgery had gone well and she was suppossed to be feeling better, but if anything she was feeling worse. Reds words echoed around in her head 'I couldn't say no to her....'
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 14, 2006 14:53:01 GMT -5
A hand came out of nowhere and stole the cigarette from her hand. Red stood behind her, a frown on his face. "What are you doin, love?"
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Post by fancy on May 14, 2006 14:57:24 GMT -5
Fancy stared at the table still. She ran her finger tips over the rim of the glass in front of her. "What do you think?" she said quietly, pulling another cigarette out of her pocket. She wasn't even gonna ask him for a light, she knew he was mad. "Why are you here?" she asked him, her voice still soft and somewhat far off....
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 14, 2006 14:59:58 GMT -5
"Because i hoid from Spot you were ovah heah." He sat next to her, his eyes masked. "Talk to me, Fancy."
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Post by fancy on May 14, 2006 15:04:38 GMT -5
Fancy sighed and pushed her glass towards the bartender again. "About what?" she said in her quiet dreamy tone again. "Theres nothing to talk about..."
'Just like you...'
'couldn't say no...'
"Shut up!" she whispered harshly at her head....
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 14, 2006 15:05:49 GMT -5
He jerked back a little, "Fancy....what's going on?" He had a vague feeling this somehow involved what he had told her, but... "Please..."
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Post by fancy on May 14, 2006 15:10:03 GMT -5
Fancy still stared at her glass, unable to look at him. "Nothing is going on..." her voice trembled slightly but she managed to keep that same calm, quiet tone. "Why would anything be going on?"
'voice like an angel...'
'couldn't say no...'
'five times a week...'
She sighed loudly and placed both hands on her head, dropping the cigarette.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 14, 2006 15:11:47 GMT -5
He had no idea what to do. "Love..." He placed a hand gently on her shoulder, "Whatever it is, we can work it out, cant we? I mean, nothing has stopped us befoah...has it?"
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Post by fancy on May 14, 2006 15:18:41 GMT -5
Fancy gasped and put her head on her arms. "nothing. is. wrong." she muttered into the counter so that her voice was bearly heard. She sat up slowly and picked up her glass. She took a sip and then laid her head on the table again.
'Five times a week...'
She grumbled to herself "Shut up... just shut up..." she smacked her head on the table and looked away, no she wasn't drunk, but she wished she was....
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 14, 2006 15:21:02 GMT -5
He almost wished he hadn't came down here. She was acting so strange, and he couldn't do anything to help her- anything at all. His words weren't reaching her, his actions weren't going to... He groaned and covered his face with one hand. It was times like these that he had to sit in a corner by himself in a locked room to keep from running to his dealer again.
But he wasn't going to do that anymore. He had promised himself he wasn't.
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Post by fancy on May 14, 2006 15:25:15 GMT -5
Fancy glanced over at him and then looked at the ceiling "Why did you do it Red?" she asked. She was, of course, referring to the drugs. "Why did you have to compare me to her?" she sighed, holding back tears with all her strength. "It's all i can think about now... and its killing me Red... Its killing me..."
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 14, 2006 15:28:48 GMT -5
Red stared at her, speechless. So it was about that, he should have known. Why did he tell her? Why didn't he just smile and refuse?
"Why did you have to compare me to her?"
For that one, he had no answer. Biting his lip, he sighed. "I...dont know. I dont know why i did any of it, and i dont know why i brought you into it."
Im terrible, thats why. Im a terrible person, inside and out. I knew it was going to hurt her. I KNEW it.
He drew in a deep breath, calming down. "Im sorry, Fancy."
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Post by fancy on May 14, 2006 15:33:36 GMT -5
Fancy closed her eyes for a second. "Its not okay... but i forgive you anyways..." she turned to him and took his hand. "Never again..." she shook violently as she turned back to her drink. She couldn't get drunk enough to get this off her mind, but she'd try... oh yes she would try. She reached for her cigarette again. She turned to the guy beside her "Got a light?" he smiled and light it for her, she smiled back, then stuck the cigarette in her mouth. She didn't dare a glance at Red....
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 14, 2006 16:42:32 GMT -5
There was a slight flare and Red lit the cigarette hanging from his lips. His eyes were dark shards of emerald as he looked over at her and raised an eyebrow. Two could play at this game.
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