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Post by Zippy on Sept 8, 2011 23:30:00 GMT -5
"Me? Awkward? Neverrrr," Zippy joked, flashing him a smile before exiting down the stairs.
**THE NEXT DAY**
Zippy woke up the next morning sore. VERY sore. But it was a good sore, and as she tied her wavy hair back, she thought back to their sex, and wondered for a moment what it would be like to be married to someone like that- someone who was strong, powerful, and gave her pleasure.
She headed down the lodging house steps and saw Tristan. She hadn't expected to see him, figuring he would be long gone before it was time to sell, but there he was. "Hey," She hurried to catch up to him. "Wanna split a doughnut or something?"
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Post by tshamien on Sept 9, 2011 7:54:48 GMT -5
"How bout a bagel?" He asked her, he wasn't a fan of doughnuts, but bagels with cream cheese were his favorite.
He lit a cigarette as he walked, waiting for her to catch up. "After the bagel I gotta head back though. Spot's probably pissed I ain't already back."
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Post by tshamien on Sept 9, 2011 7:55:17 GMT -5
((btw awww she imagined marry him? Jesus Zip way to make me feel bad lol))
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Post by Zippy on Sept 9, 2011 12:04:05 GMT -5
((Yes, but not too badly. She's more pissed with Tristan than hurt. she likes the idea of him way more than him))
"I understand," Zippy replied, leading him to her favorite street vender down by the corner. "One bagel , Charles."
"With cream cheese?"
Zippy nodded and Charles handed her the bagel. "It's on me, Sweets."
"Thanks!" She handed him a dime anyway and went back to Tristan, giving him half.
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Post by tshamien on Sept 9, 2011 12:07:59 GMT -5
"You're friends with the bagel guy?" He asked before taking a bite. God, that was good. There was nothing like a New York bagel.
((ah I can see that, oh man I can't wait until he apologizes to her))
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Post by Zippy on Sept 9, 2011 12:10:14 GMT -5
"Yeah, he goes to my shul," Zippy replied after swallowing. "He thinks I'm pretty."
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Post by tshamien on Sept 9, 2011 12:12:15 GMT -5
Tristan smirked at her. "You are pretty," he said. "I wouldn't sleep with an ugly girl." He took another bite of his bagel.
"What the hell's a shul?" Tristan was sometimes a little ignorant to other religions besides the oppressive Irish Catholics.
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Post by Zippy on Sept 9, 2011 12:14:24 GMT -5
"Oh. Synagogue. Temple?" She looked at him, sighing. "Jewish church."
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Post by tshamien on Sept 9, 2011 12:17:56 GMT -5
"Oh! right...Irish Catholic," He pointed at himself, "So I don't go to church unless I really wanna feel like throwing myself off the Brooklyn Bridge."
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Post by Zippy on Sept 9, 2011 13:41:40 GMT -5
zippy nodded, kind of understanding. "not sure how much I believe in the stuff they preach at temple but they help me out when they can and I am hoping I'll run into my brother, or someone who knows him, one of these days."
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Post by tshamien on Sept 9, 2011 13:47:29 GMT -5
"You're brother's missing?" Tristan asked, before shoving the last of the bagel into his mouth. He sighed, "Listen tell me what he looks like, what his name is and I'll keep an eye out, but chances are he'd probably turn up on the Lower East Side first before Brooklyn." He shrugged and licked some cream cheese off his finger.
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Post by Zippy on Sept 9, 2011 15:36:33 GMT -5
"Eli Green," Zippy responded, but shook her head. "I don't know what he looks like anymore. Probably dark brown curly hair." She knew chances of him being in Brooklyn were very slim. She took another bite of her bagel.
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Post by tshamien on Sept 9, 2011 15:53:53 GMT -5
Tristan was quiet for awhile and then lit up a cigarette, he leaned his shoulder against one of the buildings to look at her. "How long he been missing, Zippy?"
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Post by Zippy on Sept 9, 2011 16:19:27 GMT -5
"Long ass time. 10 years maybe?" Zippy frowned, shrugging. "It's not a big deal, I blame the system."
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Post by tshamien on Sept 9, 2011 22:27:11 GMT -5
Tristan nodded. "He might turn up...you never know." He was saying that to be nice. Chances are her brother was long gone, somewhere mixed in with every other face in the city or dead, but he couldn't tell her that.
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