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Post by Collin Russiani on May 2, 2006 20:16:09 GMT -5
He sat back, hands raised, "Oh no. My lips are sealed." He shot a panicked glance at Spot.
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Post by spotconlon on May 2, 2006 21:04:36 GMT -5
Spot, knowingly understood the look, tried to change the sticky subject. "So what kinda ring ya gunna buy her? A diamond?"
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 3, 2006 4:30:57 GMT -5
He smiled at the subject change, "Yeah, diamond and gold." He sat back and pictured it in his mind. Nothing too big, he wasn't made of money, but something nice and elegant.
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Post by Prince on May 3, 2006 11:21:33 GMT -5
"Sounds like a real expensive piece a woik," Prince said with a slow nod. "Bet it's real pretty. Sure she'll love it," she said. And knowing Fancy, she probably would.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 3, 2006 17:45:51 GMT -5
He laughed, "She bettah. I aint made of money ya know!" He was teasing, but mostly to get his mind off of what he had came close to saying...which was giving him a panic attack. And when he got panicked...
On cue, he started coughing, not too hard, but not soft either. He squeezed his eyes shut and coughed, his hand over his mouth.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 3, 2006 17:48:29 GMT -5
Race slowly set his drink down, sitting up straighter. "Hey Red, you alright dare?" he asked, genuinely concerned for his friend. He shot questioning worried looks to the others as Red continued to cough.
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Post by spotconlon on May 3, 2006 19:06:00 GMT -5
Spot sat up straight and alert-he had heard Red had cough attacks, but he'd never personally witnessed one, nor did he know how to deal with them. "Bartender, get me man some wadda'h-PRONTO!"
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Post by Prince on May 3, 2006 23:23:04 GMT -5
"Red? Hey, Red youse alright? Hey, listen put cha head down... calm down, try ta breathe," she said being as comforting as she could. She didn't know how much the water would help, but figured Spot might have some clue of what he was doing... or hoped he did anyway. She sat her drink down and turned all towards him. "Spot... what's goin' on?" she asked looking to Spot for answers.
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Post by spotconlon on May 4, 2006 8:39:57 GMT -5
Spot avoided eye contact with Prince, he was a good liar, but he actually wanted to tell her what was wrong, but knew he shouldn't. The bartender gave him the glass of water which he thurst towards Red. "Have a drink buddy."
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 4, 2006 8:44:04 GMT -5
Red downed it, managed not to choke, somehow, and gulped down as much as oxygen as he could before he managed a weak, "Im all right."
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Post by spotconlon on May 4, 2006 8:45:00 GMT -5
Rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything. No, he was not alright, Spot wished he'd stop acting so tough.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 4, 2006 8:46:39 GMT -5
"Seriously, kid, Im all right." Who he was trying to convince- Spot or himself, was very unclear.
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Post by Prince on May 4, 2006 11:34:53 GMT -5
"Yeah... ya alright... now," Prince said rolling her eyes. She wasn't dropping this now. "Foist off, if ya dun tell us what's wrong wit' ya how are we supposed ta help ya if it happens again? Second, a coughin' fit like dat ain't normal, so it ain't just nothin'..." She wanted to know.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 4, 2006 15:13:45 GMT -5
"Just drop it, Prince." He muttered, trailing his fingertip along the rim of the glass. He knew she wouldn't, but he had to try.
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Post by Prince on May 4, 2006 18:05:12 GMT -5
"Ya keep up like dat ya gonna hoit yaself. I ain't droppin' nothin'." Prince knew better than most that people were allowed their secrets, but not when they were hurtful. "Red look... it's me alright? Ya can trust me. Ya dun want me tellin' no one I won'. But if I'm around when dis happens again I atleast wanna know how I can help ya," she said. She was worried... she wasn't gonna admit it, but she was.
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(c)Red
