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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 2009-04-07 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
She's quiet for a minute, eying the whiskey.

"I'm not sure," finally. Quietly. "I don't have the greatest memory for everything that happened when I was live. Some, a lot, but . . ."

She looks up, shooting a wry smile across the table. "But I didn't get kissed by so many beautiful women that I'd forget being kissed by you."

[identity profile] notveryfearful.livejournal.com 2009-04-07 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Her own smile widens a little, then fades.

"So I don't know what it means." She rubs her eyes again. "There weren't so many fucking alternate universes when I first started coming here. Not here, anyway."

[identity profile] notveryfearful.livejournal.com 2009-04-07 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Or something." She sighs. "I'm not a wizard anymore, I'm just a contractor. Not my problem."



Belatedly, she realizes that she hasn't said something that bitter about not being live in at least a century.

Maybe a drink will help that bitterness go away. Or at least the realization.

[identity profile] notveryfearful.livejournal.com 2009-04-08 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
"I -- no, but -- it's--"

Okay, she should stop drinking. At this point it's going to do more harm than good.

Pushing the bottle away, she sits back and pinches the bridge of her nose.

"Fuck. Sorry. Forget it."

[identity profile] notveryfearful.livejournal.com 2009-04-08 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't apologize, we'll just end up going in circles."

She rubs her eyes. "Fuck."

A pause.

". . . can we go talk about this someplace where I can hug you?"

(Part of her isn't sure that it'll help; Doll is very much of Downside, and the last thing she wants right now is to think about being dead in Downside earning her income by being tortured, when she could be dead in Timeheart.

She doesn't want to go back to Downside, she realizes abruptly. Not tonight.

All the other parts of her just want to cling to somebody.)

[identity profile] notveryfearful.livejournal.com 2009-04-08 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Sweetheart wraps her hand around Doll's and hauls herself to her feet. The alcohol's not quite far enough in her system yet to give her trouble walking.

She laces her fingers with Doll's and leads the way towards the stairs.

[identity profile] notveryfearful.livejournal.com 2009-04-09 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Sweetheart, missing the significance of the color scheme, heads for a seat on the bed and tugs Doll after her.

[identity profile] notveryfearful.livejournal.com 2009-04-09 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
Sweets wraps her arms around Doll's waist.




"Yeah, a little."

(You could almost pretend you were live. Alive.

That way lies madness, though.)

[identity profile] notveryfearful.livejournal.com 2009-04-10 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
She smiles a little. "Of course we are."

Her arms tighten a little, and she nuzzles Doll's shoulder. "Fucking Milliways. I'm sorry you have to deal with all this."

[identity profile] notveryfearful.livejournal.com 2009-04-11 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
That gets a snicker out of her, and another grateful mini-hug.

[identity profile] notveryfearful.livejournal.com 2009-04-12 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Sweetheart sniffles, lets out a teary, "Ah, shit," and kisses Doll's collarbone.

"You okay?"