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Post by Administrator on Apr 15, 2010 0:32:05 GMT -5
Gambling, smoking, what's not to love?
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Post by sorcha on Apr 16, 2010 22:53:35 GMT -5
Sorcha was giving her usual tour, running around, gambling and touching a few men. They were laughing and she didn't notice how.. erratic she seemed. After all there wasn't anything wrong with her. She was being her usual self only quicker to temper and rambling a bit. She was normally so controlled.
"I brought ye a pint.." she dropped the glass down in front of one of her favorite men and grinned, leaning against the bar. Her eyes were hazy like she hadn't slept in weeks. It was probably right.
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Post by Finn Gallagher on Apr 17, 2010 14:18:18 GMT -5
Finn gave Sorcha a charming smile and wink, "Thanks, lass, I was running a bit low." He finished the drink in front of him and then lifted Sorcha's to his lips taking a deep swig from it. He studied her for a moment, his eyes narrowing a bit. "You feeling alright lass?"
He didn't like the look of her, she was either running herself ragged or not sleeping enough. Either way they couldn't afford for someone to be off their game not when they were playing the parts they were here.
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Post by sorcha on Apr 17, 2010 14:40:01 GMT -5
She waved him off, literally with a dance of her hand but she swayed just a bit. Hanging onto the edge of the bar for support, "Doncha be worryin about me, Finn. I'm fine. Always fine.." she didn't sound fine but she was making it out like she was just in a happy daze.
Well she was in a daze at least.
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Post by Finn Gallagher on Apr 17, 2010 15:15:10 GMT -5
Finn didn't quite believe her but he knew better than to push the subject so instead he threw his arm around her shoulders and gave her a smirk. "Well then lass, are you up for a game?" His eyes twinkled mischievously. He'd noticed that the gentlemen who had sat at the table had quite fat pockets and he was looking forward to loosening them.
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Post by sorcha on Apr 17, 2010 15:18:40 GMT -5
She looked over at the table and a smirk graced her features, oh yes.. that she wanted to do. To get her mind off of her fight with Killian and the fact that he was leaving.... whatever got that into her mind there was no telling or that she really.. felt anything other than.. "Mmm... Finn?" Why was the ground so close?
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Post by Finn Gallagher on Apr 23, 2010 0:30:35 GMT -5
Finn had begun to shuffle the deck in his hand expertly, while he puffed on the cigarette dangling from his mouth. He was really looking forward to some money because some of his deals had fallen through and right now he needed it. At Sorcha's voice he glanced over and dropped the cards in time to catch her before she hit the ground. "Fine, then, are ye lass?"
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Post by sorcha on Apr 23, 2010 0:39:43 GMT -5
She wrapped her hands around his jacket and hung on, the world was spinning. "Finn I don't feel right.." no she felt.. off and she was hot and cold and.. She closed her eyes and used what strength she had to press herself closer to him, her forehead setting on his neck as she tried to get her barrings. But things were spinning.
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Post by Finn Gallagher on Apr 23, 2010 2:29:14 GMT -5
Finn easily lifted her up in his arms and nodded to the guys sitting at the table, "'Nother time gentlemen." With that he nodded his head for someone to come clear his stuff and headed towards the back so that he could take Sorcha to her room. "You need to rest, lass, and I'll find a doctor." He was in pretty good with a couple of them and they owed him favors.
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Post by sorcha on Apr 23, 2010 2:36:53 GMT -5
She shoved her head closer to his neck and winced, why were things moving so damn much. Trying to settle her breathing she took a few breaths and hung onto his shoulders, "Finn... I made Killian hate me.." Yeah that's what she thought about when she was ill, how much she made Killian actually hate her. "My heads been bloody fuzzy for a week or so now.." Because he needed to know, what was going on at least she was together enough to tell him that.
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Post by Finn Gallagher on Apr 23, 2010 2:46:34 GMT -5
Finn frowned as he pushed open Sorcha's door with his shoulder. "I'm sure you didn't make him hate you, lass." He'd have to have a talk with Killian, hopefully one that wouldn't end with him having a broken nose. "You know how he is." he walked further into the room before setting her gently on the bed.
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Post by sorcha on Apr 23, 2010 2:55:48 GMT -5
She was still hanging onto his neck when he sat her down and it took a moment before she let him go and she frowned, but it was that childlike frown she hadn't had in a very long time. "He said he's done with me.." her head turned and she shoved her face into her pillow, land sakes why did it hurt so much and why was her head so funny. "Bloody fucking man.."
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Post by Finn Gallagher on Apr 23, 2010 11:25:33 GMT -5
Finn shook his head but couldn't help the slight snicker that escaped her lips at Sorcha's next comment. "I'm sure he didn't mean it." He pushed a piece of hair off her forehead, he had to go get the doctor soon. "Go to sleep, lass."
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Post by sorcha on Apr 23, 2010 12:50:09 GMT -5
Finn was like a brother, sure they kissed once or twice and she curled up against him just to make a point to others but he was family and his touch was rather soothing even to her fever addled mind. "Aye... aye.. I'm sleepin.." and she actually listened to him. If only she was always so easy to deal with.
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Post by Finn Gallagher on Apr 23, 2010 13:50:36 GMT -5
Finn sighed as she drifted off and pulled the blanket up around her shoulders before turning to leave. He had to find a doctor and he knew whoever he found was going to give him hell over the time. That, of course, mattered little to him as he fingered the gun at his side. Most knew better than to cross him too much.
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