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Post by Picks on Jan 29, 2012 0:49:07 GMT -5
Picks had been out cold for the better part of two days, though when she woke up she hurt so badly she'd scrambled around and pulled up a floorboard housing some liquor. Now she dragged herself to the window and sat down, opening it to get the cool breeze on her skin. She'd been sleeping through a fever though she didn't think she had to angry of an infection. The whiskey she tossed back coated her throat with fire and she leaned against the ledge. Everything hurt but she was doing as Rae demanded. Because it was really just sensible advice even if it hurt.
She was wearing a shift, covered in the robe she still hadn't given back to Rae with her eyes closed. She'd been hiding out, and it was the first time she'd moved around in days. Everything still hurt but the whiskey helped the pain. "Wish I had some god damned morphine.."
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Post by tshamien on Jan 29, 2012 0:59:13 GMT -5
"Why didn't ya ask me sooner?" Tristan asked her with a smirk, he was sitting out on the fire escape smoking. "I might just have some," he said to her and grinned, leaning down so his face was peering at hers from the other side of the window.
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Post by Picks on Jan 29, 2012 1:02:36 GMT -5
"If it ain't my favorite brute," she replied looking up at him with a slow smile. She didn't care if he saw her in her night grab, so what? It was Tristan... "I'll let you have some of this whiskey if you share.." Everything hurt and she knew that he understood that in the biggest way. "Hurts to breath, hurts to think and pisses me off I'm stuck in doors."
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Post by tshamien on Jan 29, 2012 1:04:44 GMT -5
"This'll knock ya right out so take it when you're in bed," He warned her. He handed her a small brown bottom which was in the right pocket of his jacket.
"Now pass the whiskey."
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Post by Picks on Jan 29, 2012 1:10:19 GMT -5
She took the packet and leaned back again, one arm over her mid section as she used the other arm to pass him the whiskey, she swallowed hard. Hurt to breath it might be nice. "Take it later, I've been in bed two days I'm going crazy.."
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Post by tshamien on Jan 29, 2012 1:22:28 GMT -5
Tristan took a swig of the whiskey and leaned his head back against the brick wall. "Damn that's good..." he was quiet for a second and then looked at the bottle. "Ya thief, it's my fucking whiskey."
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Post by Picks on Jan 29, 2012 1:27:25 GMT -5
She laughed and looked down at the bottle, "Really? Possession is nine tenths the law you know." It was how she justified stealing most of the time, most people she stole from could afford to lose it. But this was just the fact she'd found it unattended.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 29, 2012 1:55:42 GMT -5
"Uh huh." Tristan remarked with a smirk and then took another chug, "You better watch who you possess from, Picks. Somebody might take it the wrong way," he handed the bottle back to her.
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Post by Picks on Jan 29, 2012 1:59:33 GMT -5
She took a swig from the bottle and pointed it at him, squinting with one eye as she spoke. "Now who would I be possessing from that they're gonna take it the wrong way?" She asked with a nod like that was all she needed to say. They called her Picks almost like it was a warning.. she steals and she's good at it. It ruined her cover more often than helped her.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 29, 2012 2:12:16 GMT -5
"Me," He said with a grin, "I'll let ya keep the bottle, but I might not be so nice next time."
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Post by Picks on Jan 29, 2012 2:22:44 GMT -5
She grinned back at him and took another swig from the whiskey bottle, "Not like I could get away from you right now if you decided to take it wrong, Tristan." She liked the guy, they were comrades in arms as far as she was concerned. Didn't mean she totally trusted him. "But thems the breaks.." she shrugged and passed him back the bottle. "I know you're dyin to ask so start askin'..."
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Post by tshamien on Jan 29, 2012 2:44:06 GMT -5
Tristan took another gulp and smirked, "Who did it? I don't need to know why, I don't give a fuck. Just tell me who."
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Post by Picks on Jan 29, 2012 2:49:45 GMT -5
"Aren't you a peach," she replied fliply leaning her head back against the frame. "I don't know the names of the blokes that grabbed me, but I know Blackjack sent them. And you know why he did so no reason to ask." Taking a breath she rubbed her ribs and it didn't do anything but make her wince. Fuck.
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Post by tshamien on Jan 29, 2012 2:52:15 GMT -5
Tristan nodded, "I'll take care of it. Until I do stay close to home would ya?"
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Post by Picks on Jan 29, 2012 3:15:55 GMT -5
She snorted, "Rae threatened me if I didn't stay in bed for a couple weeks. She's right it's only good sense too or I'll never heal." She lifted her head and looked at him sideways, she wasn't a crier-- and most would have. "You know me, Tristan..." She was bloody stubborn as hell and refused help. She just knew he'd find out whether she told him or not so it was just easier to be honest. "I don't need a knight, I can rescue myself." Who really needed those kinds of things? Girls in Brooklyn were made of stronger stuff than that.
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