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Post by Zippy on Dec 11, 2011 22:33:10 GMT -5
Zippy glared at him. "I can't believe you! Dave, you are right, you DO need to grow up. And having sex with me won't be an instant fix."
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Post by David on Dec 11, 2011 22:35:02 GMT -5
He frowned at her. "What the hell does that mean? You think that's why I have sex with you?"
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Post by Zippy on Dec 11, 2011 22:36:53 GMT -5
"No, of course not. I'm just saying that you probably think it helps more than it actually does." Zippy sighed. "Lets please not fight."
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Post by David on Dec 11, 2011 22:40:49 GMT -5
He frowned but didn't say anything. He looked straight ahead, annoyed.
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Post by Zippy on Dec 11, 2011 22:50:12 GMT -5
((they are soooooo emotional))
"I'm sorry, Dave! I have a big mouth. C'mon, why do you think they call me Zippy huh? Just tell me to Zip it like the rest of 'em," Zippy encouraged with a small smile, reaching for his arm.
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Post by David on Dec 11, 2011 22:54:24 GMT -5
((Haha, David's always been such a brooder. And a whiner, too.))
He sighed, but gave her a smile. "I just...we're still kids in a lotta ways, Zip. Both of us. All of us."
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Post by Zippy on Dec 11, 2011 22:58:05 GMT -5
"Yeah, I know. Why didn't you think I wanted to speak of living together? Or marriage?" She smiled at him, chuckling.
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Post by David on Dec 11, 2011 23:02:37 GMT -5
David blushed. "Just 'cause we're kids in some ways, doesn't mean we're kids in all the ways."
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Post by Zippy on Dec 11, 2011 23:05:02 GMT -5
"Yeah. So in what ways are you a kid, and what ways are you a grown up?" Zippy asked, smirking at him.
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Post by David on Dec 11, 2011 23:10:54 GMT -5
He licked his lips, still blushing. "Well...I mean, we all like to goof off sometimes, and drink to much, or gamble...but then...then we have grown-up feelings. Like I have for you."
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Post by Zippy on Dec 11, 2011 23:16:46 GMT -5
"Uh huh..." Zippy looked up at him, smiling. She pulled him into an alley, and pushed him against a wall. "What kind of feelings for me?" She kissed his neck while a finger nipped at the waistband of his pants.
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Post by David on Dec 11, 2011 23:18:30 GMT -5
He let out a groan, his hands moving to grip her hips. "Fee-feelings...strong feelings...like...like I'm never gonna be able to get enough of you..."
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Post by Zippy on Dec 11, 2011 23:29:18 GMT -5
((ready for some drama??))
Zippy kissed him, wishing he wasn't always so goddamn stubborn, but too in love with him that actually care. She understood why he did the things that he did, she just hoped and prayed that his feelings are true and strong, and won't just go away. She shut her eyes, losing herself in the kiss.
That is, until she felt a knife pressed her back. "Give your money and no one gets hurt" the voice in the dark demanded.
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Post by David on Dec 11, 2011 23:32:58 GMT -5
((Love. It.))
David's head had just started fading into fuzzy extacy when he heard the voice. His eyes flew open and he held onto Zippy tightly. "Do--do what he says, Zip. My wallets in my pocket." He could have the money, as long as Zippy was safe.
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Post by Zippy on Dec 11, 2011 23:40:17 GMT -5
Zippy glanced up at Dave, scared but confused as to why he couldn't just give him his own damn wallet. She noticed his hands were shaking. Zippy reached into David's pocket and pulled out his wallet.
She looked around and didn't see anyone else. She handed the guy David's wallet and then searched in her own bag for her own money. Her first paycheck. She handed him those bills, too.
"Your necklace." He said, his knife not moving. And neither, for that second, did Zippy. There was no way in hell she was giving this guy her mother's necklace. It was worthless, anyway.
"No," she told him firmly, sizing him up. "Take the money and go."
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