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Post by Zippy on Dec 30, 2011 14:08:47 GMT -5
David didn't show up at her place the next day, which didn't really surprise Zippy. She was still deeply insulted by his marriage comment- OBVIOUSLY SHE WANTED TO MARRY HIM- and she hated that he continued to say things like that. So she didn't go to him, either.
Either way, Zippy was much more concerned about her empty bottle of painkillers. She had tried to get Eli to get her more, but he told her he had brought the pills back with him from the South- apparently they used to take them when they were injured to dull any pain when they were out in the fields- and that was the last of them.
So Zippy did what any girl would do. She dug into her closet, finding her most dirtiest, most revealing dress (the kind she had retired because it was inappropriate to wear to work) and headed over to Sharkey's in Brooklyn. She went inside, and began to ask around. She was led to a man sitting at a table, and asked for the pills.
The man gave her a look, asking what she had to offer him. Zippy handed him a 10 bill, which was her rent for the month. He laughed at her, then refilled her bottle halfway. Zippy got the hell out of there before something worse could happen to her. She popped one of the pills dry on her way home, and noticed it was different. Much stronger. She walked back into her apartment.
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Post by David on Dec 30, 2011 14:17:43 GMT -5
It wasn't until later that evening when David drug his feet back to apologize. It annoyed him that he couldn't stay mad at her -- he missed her too much. He let himself into the apartment, "Erin...sweetie...it's me..."
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Post by Zippy on Dec 30, 2011 14:35:59 GMT -5
((aww))
Zippy was sitting on her couch, still in her...dirty clothes. She was relaxing, just staring at the window. She almost didn't look up when he walked in, but glanced over anyway. "Hey Dave."
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Post by David on Dec 30, 2011 14:42:47 GMT -5
David nearly tripped over himself when he saw her, eyes widening. "Uh...Erin? What are you wearing...?"
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Post by Zippy on Dec 30, 2011 15:56:24 GMT -5
Zippy glanced down at herself, paused, then chuckled. "Didn't wanna get my work clothes...dirty. I'll change." she went into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her, still laughing.
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Post by David on Dec 30, 2011 16:00:59 GMT -5
He blinked at her, thoroughly confused. He went to her room, opening the door carefully. "Erin...are--are you drunk?"
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Post by Zippy on Dec 30, 2011 16:07:53 GMT -5
She shook her head, standing there in her underwear and staring at her closet. "I took one of those painkillers again. They are strong. And making me slow."
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Post by David on Dec 30, 2011 16:12:25 GMT -5
He sighed. "I saw you take one yesterday, and you were fine. Did you take too many?" He went to her, finding a dress for her, since she didn't seem to be able to.
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Post by Zippy on Dec 30, 2011 16:19:45 GMT -5
"Yes," Zippy told him blankly, frowning. "Sorry." She wrapped her arms around him. "Are you still mad at me?"
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Post by David on Dec 30, 2011 16:20:36 GMT -5
He frowned a little, concerned by her odd behavior, but shook his head, holding her against him. "No. Are you still mad at me?"
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Post by Zippy on Dec 30, 2011 16:22:40 GMT -5
"Kinda," She admitted, tilting her head up and looking at him. "Why do you think you love me more than I love you? I love you most"
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Post by David on Dec 30, 2011 16:23:59 GMT -5
He had to smile a little at that, brushing his thumb across her cheek. "I just...worry that one day you're gonna wake up and realize that you're way outta my league and can do a helluva' lot better."
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Post by Zippy on Dec 30, 2011 17:09:18 GMT -5
"then can't ya wait to yell at me then?" zippy asked him.
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Post by David on Dec 30, 2011 17:12:36 GMT -5
He smirked, kissing her cheek. "I can't promise I'm never gonna get annoyed and lose my temper, Erin."
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Post by Zippy on Dec 30, 2011 19:15:05 GMT -5
"I don't want you to promise that. I want you to drop your insecurity and realize that I love you and I'm with you." zippy grabbed her dress out of his hands and put it on.
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