Dollface (
got_your_tongue) wrote2009-03-31 11:33 pm
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For Sweetheart
Doll's in the bar, doing her level best to take up an entire booth for herself.
(She went a few rounds with Donny--turned the tables on him this time--and worked a couple sentences. She thinks she's got the weirdness worked out of her system. She thinks.)
She's nursing a glass of bourbon, making liberal refills from the bottle on the table. There may also be some humming.
(She went a few rounds with Donny--turned the tables on him this time--and worked a couple sentences. She thinks she's got the weirdness worked out of her system. She thinks.)
She's nursing a glass of bourbon, making liberal refills from the bottle on the table. There may also be some humming.
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Like, say, the contractor sliding onto the opposite bench and stealing the bottle.
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"You," Doll says with all the careful enunciation of the drunk, "are stealing."
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"Only a little! Besides, turnabout is fair play."
She blows a kiss and slides the bottle back over.
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She smiles; it's a little tilted to one side, but...so is she.
"What've you been up to, hm?"
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Driiiiiink.
"And I met this girl."
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Sweets would hardly blame Doll for wanting someone in her own time.
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She contemplates hurling her glass on the floor, just to hear the sound.
"Her name was Nita."
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"Y--"
She's gone pale.
"Oh my God."
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Doll slides the bottle back across the table.
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A very long drink.
Finally, she puts the bottle down with a considerably sloshier clunk and asks, with slight cheer, "And how was she?"
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"She was doing pretty well."
(alive alive alive)
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Another drink.
"She."
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"Late twenties? I think."
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There's that mix of surprised and amused again. It fades.
"...although she did mention celling Jasmine. And--"
(something to remember her by)
"--yeah. Think she might have."
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She grabs for the bottle.
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Doll empties her glass.
She is giving very strong consideration to bashing her head against the back of the booth until she passes out.
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Okay, now she's done with the bottle.
"Sorry."
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(not for this)
She refills her glass to just beneath the rim and takes a careful sip.
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"Fuck. I -- I don't know what to say."
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Look, just to get everything on the table, I kissed her and I think I freaked her out but I apologized and I left and there are times I really hate this place."
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She grabs for the bottle, discovers it has a couple swallows left at best, and flags down a waitrat.
"I'm sorry, if I don't get really drunk really fast I'm going to start thinking about dying."
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Doll hides her face in her glass for a moment.
"You--She asked. What that was like for me."
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The waitrat returns with a bottle of whiskey. Sweetheart fumbles a little getting it open, but succeeds eventually.
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