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Post by Racetrack on Aug 7, 2011 18:24:15 GMT -5
"I am. I think. So I'm on the right track," he said cheerfully, though he rather hoped his relationship with Sapphy never came to resemble Spot and Raven's.
He would have liked to go on about his love life, or aspirations therefore, but the dwindling of the ravioli reminded him why they were here. If there was anything he could learn from Raven, best to do it now--he knew how hard it was for her to get out of Brooklyn these days. "So I assume we're gonna be talking to Tristan. Is he still, you know...Tristan?" Reasonably sane and willing to trust us, was what he meant, as opposed to Spot. He hadn't seen the guy in years.
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Post by raven on Aug 7, 2011 18:48:27 GMT -5
"Yea, thank God. Tristan also thinks Spot has gone a little too far and its pissing him off that Spot isn't as trusting. He's still the same old Tristan so were good there, and you know you can count on me Race." Raven managed a smile. She couldn't help it, she always liked Racetrack. He always made her smile and laugh, which wasn't easy to do.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 7, 2011 21:08:09 GMT -5
"I do," he assured her with a grateful smile. "And I'm guessing three sane voices is the minimum it's gonna take to make Spot see sense, so we at least have a fighting chance."
He offered her the last of the pasta, and drained the rest of his drink so fast it gave him a vague hint of a buzz. "We should do this more often, once things calm down." Wistful images of Brooklyn flashed through his mind--swimming, gambling, smoking and laughing on the docks with Spot, Tristan, Rae, and the rest of them--but said images were seriously outdated, and the calm he was hoping for seemed to be nowhere in sight.
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Post by raven on Aug 7, 2011 21:21:07 GMT -5
Raven cut into the pasta and ate a forkful. She bit her lip and looked him in the eye. "Before you go I just...well, have you seen my brother?" She had to be sure that he wasn't on the move yet. She swallowed hard,
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 7, 2011 22:29:41 GMT -5
Race looked at her very seriously, which was a far cry from his usual expression. "No. That I would've told you right away, even if it meant crossing the bridge." She was scared, and that shook him up. It was Raven, after all. "Look, don't hate me, but if you're worried, maybe you should stop shaking Spot's tails. They could come in handy in a pinch."
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Post by raven on Aug 8, 2011 6:49:20 GMT -5
She nodded. "I know but...it makes me feel...nevermind, you wouldn't get it." Raven smirked. "I'll see you tomorrow then."
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 8, 2011 7:43:54 GMT -5
"See you," Race agreed, getting up and glancing at the bill that had appeared on the table. "Oh, Rae...since everyone knows Brooklyn has a secret treasury full of gold and jewels, and Manhattan's just its poor little down-on-its-luck neighbor..."
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Post by raven on Aug 8, 2011 7:54:55 GMT -5
Raven laughed. "I got this one Race, don't worry about it." She smiled and started fishing in her pockets for some change to pay the bill.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 8, 2011 8:08:02 GMT -5
"Grazie. I'll pay you back, I swear. When I pick the right horse..." He smiled winningly and left the restaurant to head back to Manhattan. Or maybe lurk about and make sure she reached the bridge all right, but she didn't need to know that, so it was all the same.
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Post by raven on Aug 8, 2011 9:21:06 GMT -5
Raven left the restaurant and stood outside for a minute. She tilted her head toward the sun and allowed a smile to grace her lips. She sighed and headed off in the direction of the Brooklyn bridge, she dug her hands in the pockets of her skirt. As she walked she scuffed her heels against the cobblestones...like she wanted it to take her as long as possible to get back.
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