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Post by Racetrack on Aug 18, 2011 22:29:58 GMT -5
Race's dad had died when he was seven, and his brogue hadn't been half this bad. "I'm a right...what now?"
((Haha, my boyfriend's dad is actually Irish, and really does get this bad at times...))
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Post by Sapphy on Aug 18, 2011 22:33:04 GMT -5
"Eejit," she said, sipping at her drink.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 18, 2011 22:43:09 GMT -5
That one he knew. "Yeah, well, you're...you're...fuori di testa," he said triumphantly.
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Post by Sapphy on Aug 18, 2011 22:52:02 GMT -5
"A what?" Sapphy laughed.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 18, 2011 22:53:56 GMT -5
"Out of your mind," he said affectionately. ((It's my birthday in the U.S. now! ;D And I must go to sleep. Two more days till wireless!))
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Post by Sapphy on Aug 18, 2011 23:02:06 GMT -5
((Booooooo!! Happy birthday, love!))
Sapphy smiled slipped off her face. Sapphy had a very intricate chart of anger with varying levels. She was hard to get truly mad, but when the right button was pushed...
First level was to ignore. Second level was a snipe back. Third level was to yell and rip a new one with her vicious rhetoric. Fourth level she threw things. Fifth level... Well. Fifth level she would black out with rage and forget her morals to fight instead.
Race hit a level two.
"I'm not crazy," she said, voice dangerously quiet. The words she was using were so calculated and important that she slipped out of her Irish brogue and back into her faked, no-homeland accent. When she had to really think about what she said -- which was typically all the time -- her Irish went away. "Don't ever fucking call me that again."
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 19, 2011 22:13:34 GMT -5
Race looked at her fearfully, quite startled...and a little bit dizzy. "Sorry," he said. "You're not crazy. But..." He leaned in and spoke confidingly. "You are drunk."
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Post by Sapphy on Aug 19, 2011 22:18:06 GMT -5
"I'm not drunk either, Race," she said, angrily discarding her glass. "I'm tipsy and having a good time. There's a difference."
She went to take a breather before her temper escalated.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 19, 2011 22:23:39 GMT -5
Race stared after her and got caught up in the difference between drunk and tipsy. He was still trying to calculate it when another drink materialized, probably sent by one of his many Brooklyn friends or the even more numerous Brooklynites who owed him money, and he sipped it and lost track of Sapphy. He supposed she would come back when she was ready.
Spot and Raven seemed to have stopped fighting. He frowned across the room. In fact, there was no sign of Raven. Probably out getting some air or taking a nighttime swim.
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Post by Sapphy on Aug 19, 2011 22:28:20 GMT -5
((Wanna end it there -- Race off to be a hero and he and Sapphy can have a reconciliation thread/not-quite-closure talk about the night's events? Maybe that's when she can visit him in Brooklyn?))
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 19, 2011 22:29:43 GMT -5
((And he can avoid further wrath, at least for now. Sounds good to me!))
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Post by Sapphy on Aug 19, 2011 22:31:51 GMT -5
((I'll start it in Brooklyn Lodging House. 2 moments!))
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