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Dollface ([personal profile] got_your_tongue) wrote2009-03-31 11:33 pm

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.

[identity profile] notveryfearful.livejournal.com 2009-04-01 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
A whole booth? Tsk! There are other people who might want to use some of it, y'know.

Like, say, the contractor sliding onto the opposite bench and stealing the bottle.

[identity profile] notveryfearful.livejournal.com 2009-04-01 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
She takes a swallow.

"Only a little! Besides, turnabout is fair play."

She blows a kiss and slides the bottle back over.

[identity profile] notveryfearful.livejournal.com 2009-04-02 12:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"The usual. Work. Re-cataloging my library when I got bored because I'm that lame. You?" She eyes the bottle. "Is there an occasion?"

[identity profile] notveryfearful.livejournal.com 2009-04-04 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Here? Downside?"

Sweets would hardly blame Doll for wanting someone in her own time.

[identity profile] notveryfearful.livejournal.com 2009-04-04 02:48 am (UTC)(link)






"Y--"

She's gone pale.

"Oh my God."

[identity profile] notveryfearful.livejournal.com 2009-04-04 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
After a minute, Sweetheart reaches out and takes a long drink.

A very long drink.



Finally, she puts the bottle down with a considerably sloshier clunk and asks, with slight cheer, "And how was she?"

[identity profile] notveryfearful.livejournal.com 2009-04-04 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
"How old was I--"


Another drink.

"She."

[identity profile] notveryfearful.livejournal.com 2009-04-04 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Did -- she have a scar down her back? Neck to tailbone, about?"

[identity profile] notveryfearful.livejournal.com 2009-04-04 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, Jesus."

She grabs for the bottle.

[identity profile] notveryfearful.livejournal.com 2009-04-04 04:48 am (UTC)(link)


Okay, now she's done with the bottle.

"Sorry."

[identity profile] notveryfearful.livejournal.com 2009-04-04 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
She scrubs her hands over her face.

"Fuck. I -- I don't know what to say."

[identity profile] notveryfearful.livejournal.com 2009-04-06 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
She lets out a laugh. "Oh, don't worry about that. I dealt with weirder than being kissed by a woman. Oh, God."

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."

[identity profile] notveryfearful.livejournal.com 2009-04-07 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
"What, dying?"

The waitrat returns with a bottle of whiskey. Sweetheart fumbles a little getting it open, but succeeds eventually.